Results of A Rather Horrid Bet And Dispute [a Markiplier Fanfiction]

Scene 2 Oh My Gosh! It's Markiplier!

Ally's POV

I looked out of the window to look at all the buildings' lights shine in the night. We were driving back home from Atlanta. When there weren't many buildings to look at, I looked at the road from my window. We drove a little further away from the city, and a bit slow when I saw some thing that looked dead in the grass. I realized it was a person. "Mom stop!" I yelled. "What!?"she asked me after pulling to the side of the road. "There's a man out there. he looks like he needs help!" My brother and I were the first to get out for, this man looked awfully familiar. As we got closer to the man, the more familiar he became. I looked over at my brother, I could tell he was thinking the same thing, this guy looks like Markiplier. My dad came out of the car to look the man over. He was surrounded by vomit. I looked closely at the man and saw small slits of brown and white, meaning his eyes to be open. seeing this made me jump back a little. Then I crouched down. "Sir, um... can you speak?" I said, hoping he could tell us his name. The tiny brown slits behind his eyelashes went in my direction. He opened his mouth to speak but, a trail of vomit came out if his mouth instead. Finally he said in a soft voice, "Yes." This voice was all too familiar as well. "Sir? Would you mind telling us your name?" He replied quite softly. "Mark Fischbach." My eyes widened and my heartbeat quickened. It took a lot to keep my voice from going high pitched and over excited. "As in Markiplier?" I managed to ask it calm, well calm-ish. He smiled. "Yes." he replied still in a soft voice. A voice that was much like when ever he got serious doing a vlog. I was about ready to ask why the heck he was drinking but, it was clear we couldn't just leave him there so we had to get him up. We all helped to stand him up, and get him into the car. We figured we would take him home with us, my dad would check over him in the morning and, if he need to to go to the hospital we would take him in the morning. We sat Mark by the window we weren't sure if he got car sick or not but, as sick as he looked we weren't taking any chances. We had put a bucket in his lap in case he had to vomit anymore. When we finally got home we put him in my brothers room. Some one was gonna have to stay with him. I was the only one to volunteer. My brother would have but he was exhausted. So we put a small cot in his room.
I lay that night on the cot in my brother's room that night. I kept watch
over Mark while he slept. eventually I fell asleep too.