My YouTube Gamer Boyfriend (A Markiplier Fanfic)

Extinguished

I blinked my eyes rapidly, hoping this was all a nightmare.

"What's wrong? Don't you miss me?" The voice asked through the guise of innocence, but I quickly noted the coldness in its tone.

It was my ex.

Mark's arms tightened around me, nuzzling his head in the crook of my neck.

"You left me," he spat, "for this? Really? He's cuddling you like a fearful 4 year old. I thought you liked men that could protect you."

I still couldn't speak.

"Y/n! You're so, quiet! The joy of seeing me again must be overwhelming. That's fine! Just ditch your alcoholic and come back to me."

"Don't talk about him like that." I growled.

"Struck a nerve?"

"I'm giving you ten seconds to leave before I wake Mark and you really don't want me to do that."

"You amuse me. You really do. I'm trying to be civil here."

"By breaking into someone's apartment?" I whispered, the shock of him there still present.

Mark stirred once again, but this time his strong arms released from me. The coldness of the air pierced my body. I was alone.

"I'm giving you five minutes to meet me in your apartment. Don't be late!" He sarcastically chirped.

"And if I am?" I retorted just as his hand met the doorknob.

He froze for a few seconds before responding.

"I'm sure some pictures of you and a certain resident of this building in your appartment would make Mark very unhappy. Actually, I could just present you as a cheater of the 'beloved' Mark all over social media. Ah, yes, that seems more fun."

"Pictures?" I questioned.

"And audio." My ex added.

My brows furrowed for a few moments.

"I've been listening and watching you since my first visit. I told you I would return." My ex nonchalantly responded without prompt.

My blood chilled at his words.

"You're bluffing." I said, trying to maintain confidence.

"Bluffing? Y/n I'm hurt," he sarcastically snickered, "you and Mark should really go find a room before making out on a couch like horny teens. Tacky, to say the least. Don't you have any awareness for your surroundings?"

He continued confidently as growing concern filled my being. I wasn't just watched, I had been recorded.

"Confiding in a stranger about your relationship problems? Bringing a stranger into your apartment to cheat because-."

"I didn't do anything with that guy. You can even ask him. " I spat.

He laughed.

"Bryce? Y-you really think he's your friend? That reminds me, I have to pay him this week for his service. I have so much information on you and Mark, a few," he paused, "embellishments, won't make a difference. Photographs and a cheating scandal? Career ruining. Three minutes now."

And with that he slowly shut the door.

The moonlight cast a dim light on Mark's face. I looked between him and the door, wasting a good minute, not knowing what to do. A part of me said to tell him, while the other said not to. Mark didn't deserve to be thrown into this drama. He didn't deserve the baggage I came with.