⛧ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴᴅᴇʟᴀ ᴄᴀᴛᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ-sʜᴏᴛs!! [ᴘᴛ2]

⛧ markheathcliff×alternate!reader

mark, gun in one hand and the Bible in another, desperately bit his bottom lip in an attempt to make no noise. he couldn't even breathe without heaving loudly.

you stood outside his door, mimicking voices of familiar people that mark knew. you had to get him out of the room somehow, but he wasn't budging.

getting more impatient by the second, you sighed to yourself, cleared your throat, and began to use sarah's voice.

"mark? please come out, i need you to help me!" you whined, in sarah's childish voice. mark, on the other hand, gasped.

"are you okay in there? you haven't come out in days.. i'm seriously getting worried about you.." you continued.

"i'm sorry sarah.." mark sobbed from inside. your eyes widened in shock, definitely not expecting for mark to be fooled so easily.

"will you come out? i really miss you." you sighed, mimicking sarah tapping on mark's wooden door.

"please.. go far away from here. don't come back. live your life the way you want to live it." mark gasped for air.

he put the Bible carefully back onto his bed, taking the gun into his dominant hand and pressed it against his forehead.

"i don't deserve to live anymore." mark sighed, and with that final sentence, you caved in and broke the door down with a single kick.

it practically flew off its hinges, crashing down onto its side. mark flinched, the gun still firmly in his grasp.

you ran over to the boy and smacked the gun out of his hand. it landed across where the door had been kicked off its own hinges.

"who- are you?" mark raised his eyes and backed away in fear, once he realised that you weren't his sister.

"i can help you. please trust me, mark." you continued using sarah's voice.

"sarah? i'll get you out of that monster! i swear!" mark dived on over for the gun, only for you to swiftly teleport yourself in front of the weapon.

you grabbed it, stuffing it away in your pocket. mark stood up, defeated.

"so.. you're an alternate. just kill me." mark begged, getting onto his knees again.

"i'm not here to kill you." you sighed, brushing your hair out of your face.

"then what? are you here to take my body? make me your host? then so do it!" mark began to bow to you.

"you! don't need to get onto your knees- please get up!" your face became hot with embarrassment.

mark slowly got up from the floor, a confused but scared looking appearing onto his face.

"then.. who even are you?" he spat.

you sank down onto your knees, feeling your heart sink in shame. mark noticed the sad expression on your face.

"i used to be a human." you sighed, tears forming in your dark distorted eyes. mark hesitantly reached over to wipe away your tears.

from that point on, he realised that you were actually not a threat; that you had feelings, just like him.

"i'm sorry for you being treated like this." he sighed, looking over his shoulder - the missing gun that was tucked safely away from him.

"it's okay. i didn't expect you to be so.. humanly.." you stuttered, causing mark to slightly go red in the face.

he chuckled nervously, reaching over to tuck a strand of your hair that fell infront of your face.

"my name is mark." he lightly smiled.

"y/n. y/n l/n." you smiled back.