Adopted By Markiplier (COMPLETED)

Chapter 13

POV: Mark

"Bye guys, talk to you later. You know, when we make a collab."

The guys all smiled, waving and saying their goodbyes. Krystal and I walked out, heading to the car.

Why did we drive if Bob doesn't even live that far you ask? Well, I don't know. I just drive everywhere. Even Krystal asked why we drove! I didn't really have an answer.

I pulled away and started driving, hoping she forgets-

"Ok, Mark, we're in the car. No one else is around or anything. Now, tell me what's wrong!"

Nope, she never forgets. I sighed, "Promise not to tell anyone? Only Felix knows."

"I promise."

"Ok, well, you know how you get along with Wade so much and everything?" She nodded. "Well, I was jealous of that."

She snorted, "YOU WERE JEALOUS OF WADE?! THAT'S A FIRST!"

I pulled up to the house, "Ha ha ha. I'm not joking."

She stopped laughing, realizing I actually meant it, "Oh...this isn't a joke."

"No, it's not. You just....you two have so much stuff in common...while we...we don't as much. So he's over there, knowing exactly what to talk about. While I only know how to make you laugh."

"Mark, you don't realize it, but being able to make someone laugh....that's the greatest thing you can do for them. It may be small, but it may as well just make their day. That one, little, smile."

"Really?"

She nodded, "Wade may have more things in common with me, and you can't change that. But everyday, when you make me laugh, my day gets so much better. Honestly, just being out of that orphanage and here, with you, makes all my days better." (PLEASE READ IMPORTANT! I'm like that. Everyday, he makes my life so much better. It's a shame that he won't be uploading for a while. If you don't know, Daniel from the Cyndago guys, died from a failed suicide attempt. So, Mark will be away for a while. The Cyndago guys are like brothers to him. I wasn't the same for months when my grandpa died...I hope Mark isn't like that. I hope when he comes back, he's our same old Mark....I would be just so...sad, depressed if we lost our Mark. The light in his eyes. The happiness. The day he changes, or that light fades in his eyes, or the day he stops making videos is the day I don't want to see....I hope he gets better soon. He's the reason I smile everyday. He's the reason i'm pulling through my groundment...he's just the reason for my happiness....I'm crying just thinking about Mark never being the same or not being around for a while...i can't stand the thought of it.)

I wanted so bad to pull her in for a hug, but it would be uncomfortable. Probably a little awkward too. Fucking car, "Thank you. I needed that pep talk."

She smiled, opening the car door, "Of course. Anytime."

On that note, we got out of the car.

I stopped before going up the steps, Krystal not noticing.

To think, just a few days ago. A week perhaps? This house was so empty, lonely. So dark, cold...and I lived in it.

Now, since Krystal arrived, the place has been filled with life, love, warmth. And so have I.

All thanks to this little girl, smiling before me, named Krystal.

POV: Krystal

I watched TV as Mark took a shower. Of course, he took one before me. Hasn't he learned the term lady's first?

I laughed to myself, barely hearing the noise coming from his computer. I got up, deciding to leave the TV on so Mark thinks I haven't moved. Making my way to the computer, I saw that someone I didn't know was trying to Skype him. Someone names Hazel.

I answered the call, a woman on the other end. She had light brown hair that looked like copper when the sunlight hit it. Her eyes glowed like gold, concern in them. A little excitement too.

"Wow, did think you would ever talk to me again. Listen...uh...can you get in front of the camera?"

I didn't say anything. So, they stopped talking? Then she won't mind if I don't talk, right?

"Fine then, you were always stubborn. Look, i'm coming back. I realize what I did wrong and i'm sorry. I wasn't very...thoughtful in the past." I looked into her eyes. Seeing no thoughtfulness, no sorry. Just hatred. She doesn't mean it...."But, i've changed. Will you take me back? Can we start over?"

I did a dareful move. I got infront of the camera, glaring at her. I could feel the hate radiating off of me, "Listen hear you little bitch! Mark will not take you back!"

"And who are you?"

"Non of your concern! But I am not a lover, if that's what you wanted to know. I've heard stories about you, you abuser! You only want him for the fame! To use him!"

She laughed, oh it sounded evil. How did Mark ever fall for this woman? "Oh, you little child. How would you know anything? You're just his daughter."  I felt the fear winning over the bravery, "Yes child. I do know you. But, anything you say will not keep me away from Mark. Nothing!"

"He won't accept you! He knows how horrible you are! He knows you'll hurt him!"

"Oh darling. He doesn't have a choice! By this time tomorrow, i'll be over there! Begging for Mark back, telling him I changed! 'Oh, my Markimoo. I've changed! Can't you see it!'" She did another of her evil laughs, making my hairs on the back of my neck stick up, "Well, soon, Mark will be mine. And, frankly, I think you need to go. Don't interfere kid. You'll be sorry."

"Honestly, fuck you. I can take you down any day you hag!"

She smiled. She looked like a vulture ready to devour her meal. Devour Me. "Darling, darling, darling...you just pulled my last straw. If anything, i'm far from a hag. I'll show you what I can do. Like, I don't know, fool Mark into taking me? I think that sounds like a good example."

"You'll stay away from him you hear me! Or I will-"

"You will what? Call me names? Stick your tongue out at me? You can't do anything kid."

I heard Mark walking down the hall, "Krystal?"

"Better go darling. Unless you want to be dead meat."

The call ended, taking me back to the home screen. I still felt shaken up. That woman knows how to frighten anybody.

He entered the room, smelling like he poured coconuts all over him, "There you are! So, I was thinking that maybe we could-"

"M-M-Mark?"

He seemed to notice at that moment, how scared I was, "Krystal, what's wrong? Are you ok? What happened?"

I turned to him, the fear in me about to make me explode, "Would you take back the woman that abused you?"

"What do you mean?"

"If she walked up those steps and asked you to be her's again, would you say yes?"

He hesitated, too long for me, "Krystal I-"

"You would wouldn't you?!" The fear was soon replaced with anger, hate, betrayal...how could he?

He sighed, reaching out for my hand, "Krystal, it's complicated."

I snatched my hand away, tears falling, "No it's not! Why would you go back to her?! She abused you for christ stakes!"

"I know....it's hard to explain."

"NO IT'S FUCKING NOT! HOW IS IT HARD TO EXPLAIN? YOU'RE JUST DUMB MARK! I EXPECTED MORE FROM YOU! WHY WOULD YOU TAKE SOMEONE BACK THAT TREATED YOU HORRIBLY?!"

"Krystal, calm down and tell me why you're asking this so-"

I shook my head, walking past him. Storming off to my room, "I thought you were better than this Mark. I was wrong. You're delusional. Easy to manipulate. Wake up call Mark! There's other fish in the sea! Not just some woman that will come back into your life and make it shit! It's  going so well! Do you want her to abuse you?!"

I stopped at my door, looking back a Mark. Hurt, sad, confused, regretful Mark, "Do you want her to abuse me?"

I slammed the door shut.