Adopted By Markiplier

Escape.

The day was normal for most with homes in Los Angeles, however not for one girl that went by the name Paige Tunsun. She had lived her whole life under the controlling and abusive hand of her parents, who were the typical snobs you would find living up the rich life. On a more distant side of California a man named Mark Edward Fischbach, who was a youtuber for a gaming channel called Markipler, was packing for comic-con. A hand running through his fiery red hair as he placed his small tiny box Tim momento in a bag he deemed, "The bag of stuff for comic-con!" Which may have been uncreative- but it was just a spur of the moment. These two were fated to meet, and destiny could not be so easily persuaded to change. One of them was living a painful life, of a girl who wanted nothing but to have a family who cared. The other was a man living the life of a comedian, with people in his life who cared for and respected him. But will he help someone in need?

-Time skip because author is lazy-

Comic-con was finished, and Mark was more than tired after doing a panel for hours on end. Meandering out to the car lot, the red headed male glanced back to make sure he was alone- before letting out an audible sigh and running a hand down his face. "Hey!" A small squeak echoed through the air along with a deep grunt as a figure collided with him, making his eyes trail down to look at the trembling girl. "Woah, you okay kiddo?" The male crouched down as he watched the female's brown eyes, pearl shaped tears streaming down her face as she looked at him. "I'm s-so so sorry! I-I..." She crumbled into Mark, who kindly engulfed her in a hug, his expression one of worry and sympathy. "What's wrong? What happened?" He whispered softly as he rubbed her back soothingly. "M-My parents." She flinched into him as a deep female scream was heard across the parking lot, ferocity filling its tone. He stood jogging to his car and pulling her gently with a hold on her small wrist opening his car door, the inside cool since it had been in the dark for hours, "Hurry in and hide under the seats." He spoke softly as she scurried in without a thought. The male shut the door as he began to walk to the driver's side in order to look inconspicuous.

"Hello? You with the red hair!" The voice was sweet and if the little girl's words were true, he knew to be careful. "Yes?" He asked with a smile that the woman returned as he spun around to look at her. She was pretty tall, and with heels she stood about 6'1 looking down at him he gulped silently his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. She was pretty he wouldn't deny- with her creamy white skin and casual outfit, tight jeans, high heels with a light blue color specifically made with fabric, plus a white form fitting shirt rolled up to her elbows with a black collar. Her eyes were chocolate brown and her hair matched with dainty curls coming down to her mid-back. "We lost our little princess, her name is Paige~ has brown hair and eyes. About 4'8 in height, we heard her voice over here but I don't see her." He could see her looking in his window with a glance every few seconds, and at that moment he found himself thankful for the fact they were tinted. "I wish I could help ma'am but the only-" "Before you continue." The man now beside him cut him off as he dug through his wallet fishing out a blank check and a pen. "Our daughter is very important to us. The love of our life, and I am willing to pay the price to get her back." He faked a smile and Mark frowned. The male was 6'0 and only hovered a bit above him, seemingly smaller when he placed the check on the flat trunk of his car to write. "What's your price?" The male glanced over with cold green eyes, his black hair falling in his face, making it obvious he had been running. "As I was saying. The only girl I've seen went running inside, sorry." Just from the fact that man was willing to offer him money without listening made him suspicious, and after the woman gave him a smile and a suspicious glance- they finally went inside.

The male groaned lightly before opening the driver's side door and sliding in, clicking the light between the seats in order to look back and see a pair of gleaming chocolate eyes from under the seats. "It's safe kiddo. They went inside, come sit up here please." The female obeyed and crawled out, carefully sitting in the shotgun of the car. Under the light Mark found himself able to see the bruises cascading her body clearly, with red marks on her throat, scarred and bloody fingertips, and even so much as hand marks by the bruises. "Holy..." He was able to censor his language luckily- even if she may have heard worse than that in her life. The male reached over her grabbing the buckle and strapping her in without a word, his own chocolate eyes watching the road in front of him as he began to drive slowly and carefully.

"You're safe now kid. They can't hurt you anymore, I promise."

The rest of the ride was in silence, the radio off and nothing but the sound of rubber hitting blacktop to keep them calm. Mark had an unusual expression, as if he was confused on how to respond- he had never been in a situation like this. The girl sitting shotgun with straight posture and a stoic expression, fearful to be hurt again had already decided her attitude towards the male.

She had been sent a guardian angel.