[ JacksepticeyeXReaderXMarkiplier ] ➳ Awake

Chapter 10

"No. I will not make that devil's cake again. It only brought harm, and will only bring harm. I will not afford having my favourite customer leave for good again. I will not" Mrs Fay said, sighing. She wanted to help Sean, but not with that. That cake she had sworn to never make since back then.

"Please Mrs Fay. I need to get it for a friend, and your cake is the best around here."Sean said, trying to put on a smile. He was actually starting to feel out of breath, because with (Y/N)'s request everything came back to him. His dad, his mom, medical school, the blood, the tears, it was all too much. "Please?"

Mrs Fay sighed. If she had to, she would. This would be the only time. If it was anyone else, Mrs Fay would have chased him out without another word, because she hated that cake. Her creation was a bad omen to society.

"Fine." She said flatly. "Just give me an hour." Mrs Fay grabbed her apron and put it on before walking into the kitchen round back.

"An hour? Fuck,what are going to do in an hour?" (Y/N) asked, running her fingers through her hair, or rather what was left of her fingers. She was busy hiding the terrified tone in her voice, which she didn't want Sean to hear. Her hands, they were slowly fading away. She wanted to cry, because she thought if she didn't go to the rooftop, she wouldn't disappear. It was all an assumption. She was so wrong.

Sean shrugged, going to find a seat.

"I need to go out and take a breather. Can you call Mark to come here?" (Y/N) said, her hands were fading, but not gone just yet. Sean only nodded, whipping out his phone to send a text message.

"I'll be right back." (Y/N) said urgently, breathing heavily as she pushed through the front door and ran out into the streets. She didn't care if she was standing in the middle of the road, she was already dead. She couldn't die again, although she wish she could. She had never wished more to be alive.

(Y/N) stared at her hands, which were now translucent, and she quickly looked around her. She needed paper, a pen, anything.

She ran as fast as she could to Sean's office.

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She wrote what she needed to write. Two pieces of paper. Letters, for Mark and Sean. (Y/N) held them to her chest, carefully placing the pen back into Sean's drawer. She needed to get these letters to them soon.

She left Sean's letter on his desk before taking off to find Mark's.

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You: Mark.

Mark: Sean?

You: I need you here at Fay's

Mark: ....

You: please?

Mark: why.

You: (Y/N) wants you here.

Mark: ...

You: Mark, come on.

Mark: ...

Mark: Give me ten.

You: Attaboy.

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Mark wasn't there when she reached his office. She placed the letter on his desk nicely before turning and running back out onto the cold streets. It was ironic really, because she should've already be used to the constant cold she felt inside of her. The emptiness inside of her she had been trying so hard to conceal ever since Sean had...