Coming Home (Adopted By Markiplier Sequel)

Chapter 16

POV: Krystal

"How about Magic Kingdom today?" Mark asked the moment I walked into the kitchen.

My eyes were barely open, my hair sticking up all over the place, and my breath smelled like Mark's socks after pole dancing-and they really don't smell good. Having your face stuffed with Mark socks isn't a fun time.

I groaned and sat down on the counter, my face meeting it in seconds. "Hello counter," I mumbled.

Mark chuckled, "I think tired Krystal is better than bitchy Krystal."

I shot my head up, glaring at him, "Asshole."

He laughed again as I face planted on the counter again, wishing to just go back to bed. That would be amazing, sleeping all day and not having to get up to go pee or eat. Yea...that'd be the life.

Something poked me in the head, and I made the conclusion that it was Mark, being a dick. I swatted his finger away, growling like a dog. When he poked me again, I whipped my head up and snapped at his finger, missing by an inch and making him scream. After a scream, a thud came from the other room, the room I just came out of. A groan could be heard from the thin walls, and some movements and foot steps after that. In a moments notice, Taylor was standing where I was seconds before, looking and smelling as bad as me, still in her bathing suit. Actually, Mark was the only one that got changed...no wonder it was cold in here.

"Why would you scream as six o'clock in the morning?" Taylor asked, a little of irritation in her voice.

"I know right?" I said, looking at her and rolling my eyes. "This boy."

"I AM A MAN THANK YOU VERY MUCH!" Mark screamed, putting both hands on his hips.

Seconds later, an Irish voice a room over yelled, "CAN YOU GUYS SHUT UP?! PEOPLE ARE STILL TRYING TO SLEEP HERE!"

"OBVIOUSLY NOT IF YOU'RE SCREAMING BACK AT US!" Taylor snapped back, taking a seat next to me and plopping her head onto the counter. "Fucking boys."

"Ew, why would you want to fuck Jack?" Mark asked, sticking a tongue out in disgust. Taylor and I followed in suite. 

"You realized she said boys, with an 's'....right?" I asked, soon regretting it, realizing what Taylor and Mark did simultaneously.

Taylor screamed almost louder than Jack, "HE'S MY DAD!"

"Shut up, you know what I mean," I said with laughter evident, pushing her arm slightly. 

"Well, let's just change the subject," Mark mumbled, scratching the back of his neck. Though he quickly put a smile on his face and started to jump up and down like a little child. "I have a surprise for you two!"

Both of Taylor and I's heads whipped toward him. If there is one thing you should know about us, we hate surprises and can't stand having to wait. "Mark," I whispered, "come here."

He came in close, putting his ear to my lips. Ever so slowly, I said, "Taylor and I FUCKING HATE SURPRISES!"

Mark seemed to be yanked back by an unidentifiable force, gripping onto his ear, screaming, "HOLY SHITBALLS! WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!"

"WE." Taylor climbed onto the counter. "HATE." She jumped down on the other side, right in front of Mark. "SURPRISES!"

Before Taylor could murder him basically, I reached over and grabbed her shoulder, holding her back and whispering just enough for Mark to hear, "Not now, once we know the surprise, we'll make sure he gets what he deserves."

We smiled at Mark as he stared at us in fear, and slowly we walked out of the room and into our own. With the door closed behind us, we began to laugh; evilly at first, and then menacingly. It didn't last, and we started cracking up, the fear on his face replaying in our minds.