Markiplier One-Shots

Bullied

It was the same thing everyday. You would get up, get dressed, and put on enough makeup to hide the bruises from the previous day. Everyone always says that bullying is a bad thing, but people still do it, whether it's physically or emotionally. To your misery, you got both.

The girls at school would always say how ugly you are, how stupid you are, and how poor your family is. The guys would beat you up because they got beat up by other bigger kids or their parents. It was just a large viscious cycle.

After you were happy with your makeup, you did a few cute poses to increase your confidence. You repeatedly told yourself that you are worthwhile in life, even though you didn't feel that it was true, and went downstairs to get some breakfast. Your mom had already left for work and you weren't much of a cooker so you just grabbed some poptarts and some apple juice before going to school.

"So which guy did you hook up with last night?" some girl yelled from across the hall. People chuckled and others put their heads down and acted as if the taunting from the girls didn'y exist. You just looked at her with a glare and her cliche of friends just "Oo'ed" at your anger.

"I think you made it angry."

"Who cares! It's as harmless as a toad."

"Actually the Cane Toad is very poisonous to bitches like you." You mumble under your breath. Appparently it wasn't low enough and one girl caught what you said.

"Bitch?! How dare you! At least I can afford some clothes not from Good Will." she huffed. The others laughed and you just went on to your next class, hugging your books to your chest as a safety blanket.

When you got to class a group of boys started to flick pencil erasers at you and would tease you about how you had large breasts. It was extremely embarassing and you just curled into your hoodie to try and block it all out. The teacher didn't even seem to care, but then they had an anouncement to make:

"Alright everyone settle down. We have a new student today and I want you all to make him feel welcome. What is your name young man?"

"Hello everybody! My name is Mark." he smiled. You blushed because he was actually really cute! However, one of the guys noticed.

"Oh looks like (Y/n) found her next target~~!" he proclaimed. The class chuckled and Mark seemed confused about the situation as you nearly cried out of embarrassment. To your dismay, Mark actually sat down next to you and pulled out a notebook for class.

A kid tapped on Mark's shoulder and whispered loudly, "Careful there new kid. She's really weird and tried to play the innocent shy one, but she's actually really kinky!"

"How would you know?" Marka asked, raising an eyebrow. The kid wiggled his eyebrows and you snapped.

"Brian, you have never been near my house and you have never been closer to me than a desk seat. Now don't start saying things that you'll regret!" you stated angrily. The class chuckled at your outburst and Brian smirked victoriously. Choking down your tears and not meeting Mark's eyes, you ran out of the classroom to go cry in peace.

You cried for who-knows-how-long and then the door to the batthroom opened. It was a boy that you recognized as that on girl's boyfriend, the one you insulted that morning. You curled up into a tighter ball in the corner, preparing for what was to come. He leaned over you and growled, "You think you have the right to call my girl a bitch? HUH?!"

You whimpered and felt the kick to your shin and groaned in pain. He commenced to kick where ever he could, growling curses at you as he began to try and get at your face. You silently cried as you eventually tuned out the pain, letting it just become a part of you. It's sad when someone is so accustomed to pain that it becomes a part of them.

"What do you you think you're doing in here?" someone asked. The pain stopped momentarily and your attacker grummbled, "I could ask you the same question."

"She isn't harming anyone so leave her alone." your rescuer stated. You looked up just enough to see him and saw that it was the new kid, Mark. He looked at you and gave you a smile that told you that everything was going to be alright. He looked back at your attacker and threatened to call in a teacher if he didn't get out of there.

With a huff and one last kick, he left the restroom and you stayed curled and bruised on the floor. Mark went to you and pick you up enough for you to sit up properly, but you used your hair to cover your face. Mark moved your hair away and hissed at how you looked.

Some of your makeup had wiped off and old bruises began to show through. It didn't help that some of your eyeliner ran down your face as well. Mark stood up to grab and wet some paper towels down to wash off your makeup. With each wipe tears streamed down your eyes because he was about to see just how messed up you were, but you gave up hope. You were beaten for the last time... one way or another...

"How long have those guys been bullying you?" Mark asked, trying to not let the black and purple marks effect him. You should your head, shutting your eyes tight. Mark sighed and put a gentle hand on your cheek. Looking into his soft brown eyes, you felt at peace and he made sure that you kept looking at him as he led you out of the school.

"Where do you live?" He asked, leading you to the parking lot. You mumbled to him your address as he led you to what you supposed was his car. He opened the passenger side for you and buckled you in before he sat in the driver's seat. He drove on in silence as you just looked out the window in a haze. He eventually pulled to your house and led you up to the door.

"Go inside and have yourself some nice tea and wrap up in a blanket and watch some Netflix. I'll talk to the principal today and I'll let them know that you won't be at school tomorrow." Mark stated as you opened the door.

"Why?"

"Huh?"

"Why are you helping me?" you asked, not able to meet his eyes again. You couldn't understand why some guy that only just met you would stand up for you. It made no sense!

"(Y/n) was it?" Mark asked. You nodded. "(Y/n), I helped you because it was the right thing. No one should be taunted like that. Esspecially for no reason. You were put on this Earth for a reason and whether you believe it or not there are people who care about you."

You were shocked. No one has ever said anything like that to you, and certainly not some stranger. Fresh tears began to roll down your eyes as you stared at him. Mark smiled and gently wiped away your tears with his thumb and stated, "No one will ever treat you that way again. Not while I'm here."

Your heart soard at those words and Mark smiled and drove off back to the school. It seemed that your original plans with some of your mom's medication had changed. You were going to have some hot tea, wrap up in a blanket, watch some Netflix, and go to sleep after some dinner. You had now found a reason to fight and live.