Mystic Markiplier

5

I entered Jumin's room, trembling a little. The man is as hot as Shawn Mendes from One direction. Only, hotter. Gasp!

"Don't be alarmed. I brought you here for good reason." He approached me slowly, and I tended up more the closer and closer he got.

"Mr Han." Jumin paused at the voice of his British butler.

He sighed. "What is it Alfredo, I'm in the middle of something."

"Sir, I came to inform you that your bath is warm, and I have the loofah ready to scrub your back and your crack for you sir."

"Not now Alfredo! I will be there in a moment." He seemed genuinely annoyed by this, and with the snap of his fingers, Alfredo was taken away by a long cane and whisked away to who knows where.

"Are we not gonna address what just happened-"

"Y/N" Jumin stared at me intensely, ignoring my question. There was some sort of... determination in his eyes.

In only the amount of time it takes to blink, I had a collar around my neck and a fur suit. I gasped, not fathoming the situation I was now put in.

Jumin looked at me with such affection, but it didn't really feel directed at me at all. I was covered in a white fur costume, shaking in my baby seal leather boots.

(Mega mind reference)

"Jumin, what is the meaning of this??"

He came closer, and gently stroked the top of my head.

"Now now Elizabeth the third and a half, it's too late to be this rowdy. Let's get you to bed my darling."

He grabbed me by the collar, placing me inside a little gold cage. This cage was not built for my thunder thighs. It's really cramped in here for sure.

Once I was locked inside, he took a step back, taking in the view, with a slight sad look on his face. "I'm very sorry my darling, but I can't risk you escaping the penthouse again. Sweet dreams my Elizabeth the third and a half."

"Jumin! Jumin come back here!" I yelled, but he was already gone for his bath I can only assume.

Well this is just great. First I'm lured to some sketchy apartment, attacked by two twins, locked in an apartment with a bomb installed, then when I escaped from that bomb ridden apartment, I almost fell to my death just to be saved, and brought back here to be some rich old geezer's pet cat! This is not how I imagined my weekend to go.

"Jumin! Get back here with your David dobrik haircut you little shit!"

"Y/n?" My attention snapped over to Saeran, and boy was I happy to see his Jack Frost lookin ass. Sorry, I just really like adding the word ass to the end of every comparison I make.

"Get your fine ass over here Saeran! That vlog squad sociopathic lunatic locked me in a cage and he keeps calling me Elizabeth the third and a half! What does that even mean??" Also, I know that I used the same comparison twice, shut up I'm running out of material.

"Ha ha ha seeing you in that little cage is kind of funny not gonna lie."

"Ughh!! Saeran please, I'll do anything!"

"Hmmmmmmm, anything you say?"

Time skip brought to you by early onset dementia.

"Saeran, when I told you I'd do anything, I was thinking something more along the lines of like, giving you a Chili's gift certificate or something."

I stared up at the large building before us, and I felt a chill run down my spine. Saeran helped me out of the cage and out of that creepy fur suit, just to bring me to the creepy castle in the woods.