Markiplier One-Shots

That Stupid Cat!

        "Where did  he/she run off to!" You grumble.  Your cat (name) bolted out the door when you came home from work.  So, you have been walking around town calling your cat's name for an hour and a half.
        "(CAT'S NAME)!" You yelled.  You heard a feint meow above your head and looked up to see that your cat got itself stuck in a tree.
         "Gosh darn it you friggin fluff ball!" You mumbled, climbing up the tree.  Your cat stayed put, luckily, and you cradled him/her in your arms. 
Now how the bloody hell am I suppose to get down?!
      You started to figure out how you would get down the fairly large tree with out breaking anything.
     "Um, Ma'am?  Would you like some help?" A man's voice asked from below.  You didn't look down, for fear of falling, but the branch below you have way before you could reply. 
      "AGGH!"
      You slam your eyes shut and wrap your cat in your arms tighter.  However,  the expected slam of the ground on your back didn't come.  You cracked your eyes open and found Mark Fischbach holding you in your arms.
       "Oh my God! I'm so sorry!" You yell, not knowing what to do. Mark chuckled and put back on your feet gently. He smiled down at you and said, "Are you new here? I haven't seen you around before."
"I moved here a few months ago, but I usually stay at home though." You chuckled. But then you looked down at your cat and mumbled, "Until this one decided to bolt out the door."
Mark laughed and said, "Well, if you ever need any help or anything, my house is just down that street."
"Oh! Thank you!" You smiled gratefully. Mark continued on with his jog and you speed walked home. Right when that front door was closed you raced to your room, flopped on your bed and screamed into a pillow, "I WAS HELD IN MARK FISCHBACH'S ARMS!!!!"
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Sorry that I haven't updated in FOREVER. I've been busy with school and everything plus I'm writing fanfics for my friends. Anyways, hope you all have a lovely day!