[ JacksepticeyeXReaderXMarkiplier ] ➳ Awake

Chapter 2

(Y/N) opened the door.

There was everyone. Her parents, her siblings, her cousins, her grandparents, but they all looked dead. It was as if their eyes had lost every bit of shine in them, every single of those (eye colour) eyes were now saddened with grey, and the walls were no longer (favourite colour), but now grey like everyone else.

Her sister, (desired name), was playing with her doll. She seemed, older than (Y/N) could remember. It was as if she suddenly stopped being five and became eight.

Maybe (Y/N) had forgotten.

"Guys, hey. What's up with all of you?" (Y/N) asked, but no one answered.

"Let's go out (dad's name), bring the kids." (Y/N) mother said softly, and the family began to pack, heading out the door in an orderly manner.

"Guys...?" (Y/N) said, her voice shaky. Her family wouldn't do that. They loved her they, they loved... her.

Who was she?

(Y/N) looked around at the empty living room now, her eyes roaming everywhere, looking for a clue perhaps, but there was nothing she could even use to explain what was going on.

She sat down on the floor, looking defeated.

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(Y/N) walked out the door. She opened it carefully, but she didn't lock it. It wasn't locked anyway.

(Y/N) couldn't find her shoes, and she supposed she might have lost them, but she couldn't remember where. So (Y/N) shrugged, walking out onto the street with her bare feet, and truth to be told she didn't feel that much roughness of the pavement than she had expected to.

She stood there, considering where she should go next. She tried to recall her friends, if she had one at all, and she recalled two.

" 'm' something. What the fuck is it?" (Y/N) frowned, argueing with herself that the name was Matthias, or Mat, or Mars, but she remembered all of a sudden the shade of glistening chocolate brown, eyes, that never failed to make her heart feel warm and bottomless.

"Mark."

(Y/N) smiled, feeling proud. Then she thought of the next name, wondering, if she could guess it better. She kept thinking of the word 'on' , but no one calls their child 'on'.

"John?" She wondered aloud. "Sean?" She said aloud again, but this time her brows lifted up, and her eyes were smiling.

"Mark and Sean." (Y/N) smiled, and slowly she began to remember all of her friends' names, which made her smile even more.

Although, how would she find them?

The world looked the same as it had always been, a busy street, a lawn, buildings, but they all looked repainted. Like the old buildings were given a fresh coat of paint.

"Must have been busy painting so quickly." (Y/N) said, because she didn't remember them being painted yesterday.

Was it yesterday?

(Y/N) couldn't remember.

She walked out into the busy world, bare feet and all, and wondered what she would do next.

Because, what else could (Y/N) do?

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