That One Comment (Markiplier X Reader)

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"(Yn)... (Yn)! Wake up!" I hear mark say.

"Huh?" I say, waking up.

Suddenly, I felt a pounding headache.

"Owww..." I wince, sitting up and holding my head.

"Are you OK?" Mark ask, sitting in front of me on the.... Lawn?

"What am I doing out here?!" I shout, slightly panicked.

"Let me explain. You got drunk last night. You were running around the house with a balloon up your shirt saying 'babiplier'." Mark says. Then blushes at the last part.

"I'm sorry..." I mumble.

Mark continues. "Then you ran outside but tripped and fell, popping the balloon and falling asleep."

"Godamnit." I sigh.

I have never gotten drunk before and really hated the idea of it.

"Luckily the flights at 3pm so you'll have time to recover." Mark smiles, helping me up.

"Thanks. Where's Chelsea and jack?" I ask, remembering the last vision.

"Ones in the bathtub sleeping and the other one is asleep on the kitchen counter sleeping." Mark laughed.

I walked into the kitchen, still clutching my head. I reach into a cupboard next to the fridge (and next to jack)and pulled out some pain reliefs.

"I'm going to go pack. Care to join?" Mark smirks, holding out his hand.

"Why thank you, kind sir." I giggle.

I take his hand and we walk to our suitcases and start packing.

Hello!!!
I took at fortune test thingy today and guess what?!?!

Apparently i have the luck of the Irish. Cool!!