Markiplier Reader [NEW 2015]

Wave After Wave 3

The man sat in the chair, almost in tears. It was taking all his will and power not to cry. He had been through so much.

"...Then she posted them to the internet. Twitter, Instagram, Facebook, and her blog. Many tried to take them down, but she just kept reposting them. Soon...everybody had saw them."

The receptionist stared in disbelief at the man. He had just told her everything a normal man would keep to himself.

"I'm sorry sir..."
"Call me Mark."
"Ok...Mark. So if you don't mind me asking, where does this unconscious girl come in at?"

Mark took a deep breath and begin to talk.

"Well, I was at the boardwalk waiting to jump off at night. But she was there too, blasting her music. By the goosebumps on her skin I could tell she had been there for a while before me."

The receptionist was called to the window for a second, then she returned with a sad look on her face.

"I'm sorry Mark, but I have to go back to my job. Good news though...the young lady is up and ready to speak. Her stress levels are stable, but I need you to try and not raise them. Got that?"

Mark nods his head and makes his way towards the hospital doors. Bursting through them, he runs to your room where he finds you sitting up talking to a nurse.

"Hello."
"All this trouble over me, all the trouble I've caused for you tonight, I'm so glad your alive!"
"It's okay, calm down. I knew you were going to do something, but I couldn't let you..I couldn't lose someone else."
"But you don't even know me, let alone my name."
"It's Mark. And my name is (y/n)."

Mark runs up to hug you, still a little damp from earlier.

"I'm just glad you're safe. But..where's my phone?"
"About that...."

You point to the phone surrounded by a puddle of water on a counter in the room.

"Yeah..." Mark was still in the hug, clearly not wanting to let you go.

"Now Mr.Fischbach...Can you tell me about these nudes that were posted? It would brighten up my day a lot."

"You can easily see them in real life...all you have to do is ask..."

"Whoa there! I was just joking." You say stepping out of the bed.

Mark pushes you back down and closes the door.

"Funny thing is...." He climbed on top of you. "I wasn't."