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Actor!Mark x male!reader Request [[Who killed Markiplier]]

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I hadn't heard from him in months. Almost a year, since we saw each other for the last time. He was happy back then, he had a huge Manor, a wife whom he loved very much. His life seemed...perfect. But now, he didn't even answer my letters or calls, he didn't give me any sings of Life, nothing. 

I was talking, of course, about Mark. I mean who else? Whatever, after calling him for the third time in a row this evening, I decided that it was enough. I couldn't just sit here and hope that eventually, he would reply. 

" Damn it, Mark", I whispered to myself and got up, grabbing my car keys and jacket. It was already late, but that didn't matter to me. Even if it would take a few hours until I arrived at the Mansion, I would do this tonight. I couldn't wait any longer. What if something happend to him? Or worst, What if he started drinking again?! I shook my head, shooing away the thought of Mark sitting alone in his huge Living room, drinking himself  to death.

I pulled out of the driveway and started my journey. I glanced at my watch. It was already 8pm, which means that I would arrive around midnight. 'All of this for this asshole', I thought to myself. 'An asshole who means something to you', whispered a voice in my head.

"Damn it", I muttered.

***

A yawn left my lips, as I arrived after four tiring hours of traffic and congestion. I looked at my watch, as I left my car. Almost midnight. I gulped as I stumbled up the stairs to the Manor. I remembered it smaller. I glanced around the builing and noticed that the lights in the living room were on. So he was home. Or did someone break in?! 'No, that's impossible',I thought,'Who would turn on the lights when braking into a Manor?'

I finally reached the front door. I hesitated for a second. What was I doing here?! Mark and I hadn't seen each other in a year! And we didn't talk in at least five or six months. What if he didn't want to see me?! I was about to turn around again and leave, as I heard glass shatter. I stopped, frozen in track. What was that? Did someone break in?! Or was that just Mark? What if he did start drinking again after all? 

With shaking hands , I stepped closer to the door and hesitantly knocked a few times. I waited a few seconds, but no one answered. I knocked again, louder this time. Again, no answer. "Benjamin!?!?!", I shouted and looked through the window right next to the Door,"Benjamin!? Are you there?!" And again, I got no answer. "Mark!??!", I yelled hesitantly,"Mark, are you  home!?"

I glanced through the window again, but I wasn't able to see anything. The manor seemed competely empty. That was unusal. I turned around and looked for the Vase that Mark told me about. It was a huge greek Vase, with drawings of Hercules on it. Mark once told me that he purchased it (for an insane amount of money), to hide a spare key in it. I used the flashlight of my phone for a better view and after a few minutes of searching, I actually spotted the vase behind a few bushes. It was huge indeed. I stepped closer and glanced inside. There it was. At the bottom of the vase, there was a spare key. I reached out to grab it. I struggled a bit, Since the Vase really was huge and it was probably measured for Mark, who was taller then me and could easyly reach the key. 

After a few minutes of struggling around with my entire Arm in the vase, I was finally able to grab it. But unfortunately, as I pulled my arm out of the vase, it came flying after my. I yelped, as I didn't have time to dodge it and the Vase landed right on top of me. Luckyly it didn't break but much to my dismiss, the rim of the Vase hit my forehead. I groaned as I got up, I already felt a bruise forming on my temple. I needed a few minutes to recompose myself and of course, to put the Vase back in it's place (Jesus, it was heavy).