Boogeyman (Markiplier x Reader)

chapter sixteen

We drove all the way to what Ashleigh referred to as therapy--the mall. I feel like I'm way older than I am because I never found the excitement in hanging around so many people. "Come on, you need to stop looking like a grandma!" She dragged me out of the car and into the sea of people. We wove through the crowd and into her favourite store, H&M. I could see her eyes sparkle. 

"I'm doing all the choosing. All you're doing is trying them out." She declared, and suddenly I longed to just find a corner I could camp at because this was obviously going to take a very long time. So I actually did that. I nestled in between a rack of clothes like a child. I looked around, and made eye contact with another male that looked like he was in agony waiting. He had a shock of green hair, and we exchanged looks of understanding. Godspeed.

After about fifteen minutes, Ashleigh came back with a huge bag of clothes and shipped me off to the changing room. I dropped the heap of clothes on the changing room floor and sifted through what I thought I'd wear most. Taking off my jeans and shirt, I looked up--and nearly had a heart attack.

"Jesus christ, MARK!" I hissed, again covering myself up. Didn't this feel oddly familiar. I was nearly fuming, but I did kind of miss him. His face darkened. 

"I am sorry." 

We stared at each other for a while. 

"Well, what are you waiting for? Get out! Wait for me to put something on will you?" I narrowed my eyes at him. He nodded hurriedly and disappeared through the door. I slipped on a pair of black jeans and a loose, soft top. It was grey and long-sleeved, but a little short, like a crop top. Just a tiny bit short. What drew me in was the black knit embellishment on the chest that said "But first, coffee." I think I kind of want this. The jeans felt really nice too.

"Mark," I said, my voice barely a whisper. He materialized. 

"What do you think?" I turned around. He eyed me with an unreadable expression, and nodded. 

"What's that supposed to mean?" 

"You look very beautiful as you always have." 

"You know, that's a cop-out answer used by practically all boyfriends when their girlfriends ask that question." I clicked my tongue. 

"I am.. a boyfriend?" His eyes narrowed the slightest bit. "Maybe." I raised my brow. I pointed to the knit decals on my chest. "Isn't this cute?" 

His face became even more confused. "All I see is a mess of blackness." Peculiar. He can't read. Why should he be able to? I was content with his answer anyway. I was about to pick up some more clothes through the mess, when I saw Ashleigh's pink heels peek through the bottom of the door. Silence. Why wasn't she saying anything?

"(Y/N)? Do you.. DO YOU HAVE A MAN IN THERE WITH YOU? You're such a ho!! But I'm kind of proud of you--but STILL!" She said with a high pitched voice. I panicked. "What? No one's here!" I said hurriedly. I heard her scoff.

"I'm sure you weren't wearing a long black coat that trailed onto the floor just now. If you were, I'd have arrested you because you're not about to be an emo just yet."

My eyes widened. Mark looked oblivious. He WAS wearing a long black coat that trailed onto the floor. And she could see them. Through the space under the door. I felt my head spin. Why could she see? I stared at Mark and shooed him out quietly. He disappeared.

I opened the door slowly. 

"No one's here, see?" I said slowly. "Huh. Trippy shit. Well, you look cute in that. We should get it. By we, I mean you, because you're using your own money." She gave me a stellar smile. Of course. I shut the door. I whispered Mark's name again. Again, he showed up. 

"Mark, she could see you." 

If it was possible, he turned paler. "I.. do not have an explanation." However when I tried to reach for his hand, my hand went right through it. Weird and weirder. I didn't have the strength to ponder it for long. I did however want to ponder about his inability to read. I searched for another shirt that might have writing on it. it had the words "Don't call me Babe" on it. I held it up. "What do you think about this one?" 

His brows furrowed. "Like white blotches fading in and out."

"Are you dyslexic?" I marvelled at my new  discovery. He was more human than we thought. He had no reaction.

Mark's pov

Dy.. Dikes.. Dikleksik...?