When I had her... Markiplier x Depressed! Reader (Discontinued)

Chapter One; The Move

"Mum! Dad! I'm leaving!" The (hair color) female yelled to her parents in the other room. "Leaving already, darling?" An older female voice sounded. "Mum.. I told you not to call me that..." (First Name) huffed softly. "She's right you know, Carol.. She's too old to be called her old childhood nicknames.." A male voice spoke. "Oh James, hush. You're going to miss her more than I will, or so he wants to think..." The older male, James, sniffled and wiped his eyes. "I'm going to miss you, pumpkin.." (First Name) smiled softly, as her father ruffled her (long/short) (straight/wavy/curly) (hair color) hair. She moved his hand away. "Daaad..!"

    "What? Can an old man not call his daughter pumpkin?" James ran his hand through his dark brown hair, wrapping his other arm around his wife standing next to him. "You're brother's going to miss you, honey.." (First Name) looked at the clock. It read 10:56. "I know.. I'll stop by his school." Looking around her childhood home, the (skin tone) female's eyes flickered from picture to picture. She ran a slender hand through her (silky/slightly frizzy) hair. "Oh would you look at that.. My prom picture.. Didn't I tell you to throw that out, or burn it?"

         "Why would we burn that? It's a memory! You only go to prom once!" James gave a soft sigh, and looked at the picture. "You know, that uh.." Her father paused, trying to remember the name of the male standing next to his daughter in the picture. "That  Liam boy.. He was nice.." (First Name) gave a soft sigh. "He tried to.. You know.." Carol sighed and walked over. "We only keep that picture because of how nice you look in it." The older female explained. "Anyway, you should get going. Your brother won't be there for long."  (First Name) nodded, hugging her parents before walking from the house.

    After picking up some ice cream from the store, (First Name)  pulled up to a small elementary school. Parking in a spot near the exit of the school. She grabbed the cold treat from the passenger seat, and entered the school. She signed in, and walked to her brother's classroom. (First Name) knocked on the door. The door opened, with the teacher behind it. "(First Name!)" Her younger brother, Ian, yelled out. "Mrs. Yang, may I take Ian outside to the playing area to speak with him..?" (First Name) asked. Mrs. Yang have her a look. The (hair color) female walked over to her. "I'm moving away.. He doesn't know.. I would like to talk with him about it.." Mrs. Yang gave a nod, causing the two (Last Name)s to walk out of the classroom and outside.

"Y.. You're leaving me..?" Ian cried out. (First Name) nodded sadly. "I know it's sad but I have to move... I promise to Skype with you every night. You can also see me on my videos.." Ian nodded. He loved that his sister was becoming famous, and he loved that she played video games for a living. But he was upset that his only sister was leaving. (First Name) handed her brother the pint of pistachio ice cream. He gladly accepted, considering it was his favorite. (First Name) stood up. "You have to get back to class, Ian.." She gave her brother a large hug. "I'm going to miss you, little brother..." She smiled softly. Ian's shoulders began to shake slightly. "Please.. Come back to me safe, (First Name)! I've heard that California is a dangerous place.. So is Los Angeles.." He pulled away from the hug. "I know... I won't know anyone there, but I'll be fine. I know self defense." She smiled and let her brother go back to class.

Getting into her car, she began her road trip to Los Angeles, California. She plugged her phone into the headphone jack, and began to blast American Idiot by Green Day. She began to drive down the road, toward the highway. 'On my way.. Cali here I come!!'

That was a month ago. (First Name) sighed as she got kicked out of her third apartment. "And stay out, dirty bum." The apartment owner yelled at her. "I payed on time!! This isn't fair!" The owner rolled his eyes and threw her the keys. "You have twelve hours to move out." He stomped away. The (eye color) female's eyes began to water. 'Just one time!" She yelled out. She collapsed down onto the sidewalk. Covering her eyes, she sobbed. It was the middle of the night. A male looked down at her sobbing and shaking form. "Hey.. I saw what happened... Do you.. Want some help..?" He held out his hand in assistance. (First Name) looked up at him. "Thank you.." She took his hand lightly. He pulled her into a standing position. "My name is (Full Name). What's you-" She stopped her sentence short. "Y.. You're.." She stuttered out. "Markiplier? Yeah." He gave a goofy smile. "Let me help you move out. It'll take less time with two people." (First Name) smiled softly, with a nod. "Alright.." Mark gave her a wider smile, and a soft hug.

"Aaaaand.. Last box!" Mark yelled out, putting the last box into (First Name)'s (color) (model) car. "Thank you so much, Mark.. I couldn't have don't it without you." (First Name) said, running her hand through her (long/short) (silky/frizzy) (straight/curly/wavy) (hair color) hair. "Do you.. Do you have anywhere to go..?" Mark asked. (First Name) opened her mouth to speak, then closed it. "N-No.. This was all so sudden I.." She sniffled softly. "I...!" Tears began to fall from her eyes, and she fell to her knees. Mark panicked slightly, and fell to his knees as well. Hugging her to his chest, Mark began to whisper calming words into her ear. (First Name) began to shake. "Please don't cry, (First Name)..." Mark said softly. He rubbed her back.

"A-Are you sure, Mark..?" (First Name) asked softy. "Yeah! It's no problem~!" Mark said, pulling up to his house. "I just don't.." The female started, but was interrupted by the male. "Nope! You're staying with me until you can find an actual place to live! End of story!" He smiled his goofy smile toward her, and she smiled back. 'Oh man... Mark is so nice.. But he hardly even knows me..!' Mark smiled. "I know you're not a crazed fan." He spoke, as if knowing what she was thinking. "You didn't tackle me in a hug, or start freaking out. You stuttered and that was all." Mark paused for a moment. "And I'm glad.." He smiled. (First Name) smiled back softly. "I can't thank you enough for this.." She spoke. "Don't thank me. It's the least I can do to help."