A Heist In Space With Markiplier ONE SHOTS

3+1: 3. underground confession

(Part 3 of Three almost kisses and one time you actually kissed)

You ran through the dark maze-like corridors. You've been running for quite a while and you're not exactly sure where you are right now. Everything looks the same and the fear that you've been going in circles the whole time overcomes you.

The worst thing about the whole thing, however, was the fact that you didn't even know who you were running from or where exactly you were going. The day started out so harmless.

It was a beautiful summer day and you and Illinois were "on vacation" so to speak. Maybe vacation wasn't the right word. It was much more of a break between adventures because your plane broke down and your flight was delayed by two days. You were in no hurry and instead chose to take this as a sign that you really needed some time off.

This included sitting in cute little cafes, drinking coffee, and talking about possible new goals. Buy new work boots. Arguing with Illi about why you don't need a 200 euro jacket.

In the end, you decided to visit an art exhibition.

The exhibition included several different pieces by well-known local artists. You didn't know any of them, but that didn't stop you from marveling at the countless works.

Illinois seemed to feel the same way because he would stand in front of a work for a long time complementing both the composition and the technique and all you could do was listen in silence and marvel at how much this man knew about art.

Then it happened. Illinois was laughing. Everything was good. Everything was wonderful. Then he noticed something in the distance. His laughter stopped. His smile vanished. He looked like he had seen a demon. Then everything happened quickly.

He grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards the exit, but something forced him to change direction and you ran deeper into the gallery.

You couldn't see who or what was doing this to Illinois, but you were sure of one thing. You've never seen him so scared.

Eventually, he drags you through a door with a staircase leading down. Once you got to the bottom you saw two hallways and Illinois turned to you with a worried look.

"Listen to me. We have to split up! He's most likely after me and I doubt he'll hurt you as long as you stay away from me!"

"But-" you tried to protest, but he placed a finger on your lips, silencing you.

"No buts! For once, I want you to listen to me and do what I tell you. This is solely for your good." He removed his finger and instead took your face in his hands. "We will find each other again. I promise it."

You wanted to protest again, but the look in his eyes tells you that he won't accept any complaints. You took a deep breath and nodded. "Okay. I trust you."

He gave you one final affirmative smile before you walked in different directions.

And so you found yourself in the endless dark labyrinth that sucked every hope out of you with every passing second.

Your legs hurt from running and you were exhausted, but you couldn't afford a break. Not unless you knew where the adventurer was.

Every step you took felt like you were pulling a heavy load behind you, and a tightness that settled in your chest heralded the onset of a panic attack.

It was difficult for you to see in the dimly lit hallways and you felt like it was getting darker with every step.

How much time has passed since you broke up?

You turned a corner and instead of finding another endless corridor ahead of you, you ran into what you initially thought was a wall. Only the wall was warm, muscular, and difficult to breathe. Two strong hands rested on your shoulders, providing the necessary support that kept you from collapsing like a cheap folding chair on a hot summer afternoon.

"Thank God! You're fine!" did you hear the living Adonis statue say You were too exhausted to say anything. Instead, the hands moved away from your shoulders and you were pulled into a tight hug.

"I know I have some explaining to do, and I'll do it once we get out of here," Illinois still held you tight, afraid someone would pull you away from him. "I promise you that we will then be a month – no, two months! oh, you know what Let's take the rest of the year off and just relax!"

The support that the adventurer gave you finally let you relax and catch your breath. Over time, your mind became clearer and the hallway you are in became brighter.

You take a deep breath. The familiar smell of leather and linen gave you another piece of security.

Your limbs were heavy as lead, but you somehow managed to raise your arm and squeeze Illinois' biceps, after which he released you.

You didn't realize your vision was blurry until you tried to look the adventurer in the face. You feel his warm hands on your cheeks and a light pressure on your forehead. You blink a few times and as your vision cleared you notice his forehead was pressed against yours.

His eyes were closed, his sun-tanned skin was glistening with sweat, and you could smell the faint whiff of coffee on his breath.

"I promise nothing will happen to you," he whispered more to himself than to you. "You survived until now. You survived longer than anyone else."

He opened his eyes.

"You mean too much to me to let him take you away."

You stared into each other's eyes for a long time. The corridor was long forgotten. All your senses were taken over by him. The warmth radiating from him. The smell of him clouded your mind like a potent drug. His breath on your face. His eyes looked straight into your soul. It was like a spell that you couldn't break.

Slowly he closed his eyes again and tilted his head. His lips were only a few millimeters from yours. You inhale his breath and close your eyes. This was the moment.

But before you could lean forward and fully surrender to the spell, a door next to you was violently thrown open.

You both jumped aside in shock and panic. Was the door here all along?

"There you are!" exclaimed Wilford.

You both looked at him in horror, but neither of you was able to say or do anything.

"You two are extremely late for your interview! Well, come on in!"

Wilford grabbed you both by the wrist and yanked you through the door.

You didn't talk about what happened in the corridor. Neither of you could.