Pretty Boy {Markiplier X Reader}

Four

You wondered how everything had managed to go to shit in so little time.
It's been exactly one month since that night where your father sexually abused you and one month since Mark said that you should just forget about him.
But you didn't forget about him.
It was because you couldn't forget about him.
It was also because he hasn't been in school since that day.
You haven't seen Tom around either so it wasn't like you could ask him if he's seen Mark.
You couldn't ask anyone at school because they didn't care.
Mark didn't seem to be missing due to the fact that he hadn't been reported missing by anyone.
Or maybe he was indeed missing and no one had noticed and/or cared enough to actually report him missing.
You've thought about going to look for him but you had no idea where to start looking. Plus, he could be all the way across the country by now if he decided on leaving Cincinnati.
You hoped that he was okay.

*****

"(Y/N), you need to share. Do you realize how much this shit costs me?"
"Shut the fuck up Troy." You snapped as you quickly seized all of the weed that he had. "I'll give you money tomorrow so that you can buy me some extra."
"You better. You've been stealing it all of it for the past month. You never leave any of it for anyone else."
"Well, I'm sorry that my life is bullshit and I just want to forget about everything." You rolled your eyes as you put some of the weed into our pipe and put the rest into your hoodie pocket.
"Look, it's been really nice having you stay with me but you can't stay here forever."
"I don't plan on staying here forever."
"How long do you plan on staying here then?"
"Until I graduate." You muttered right before you started smoking the weed in your pipe.
Troy sighed. "Fine. I guess I can put up with you until then. If I can't, I'll just send you to live with Derek."
"Please don't do that. Derek... He has a thing for me."
"Yeah, I know he does. Do you have a problem with that?"
"Do I have a problem with that?! Yes, I have a problem with that! I don't like him like that and I'm only sixteen! We can't have the kind of relationship that he wants us to have. And I know he won't be able to control himself if I live with him."
"Go live with Julian then."
You nearly dropped your pipe after you processed what Troy had just said to you. "I'll go live with Julian when we're the last two people on this goddamn planet."
"Wow, you really don't like him do you?"
"I loathe that fucker. I would say dickhead but I really question whether or not he actually has a dick."
Troy laughed. "If he does, it's as fake as his muscles are."
"What do you mean?" You asked as you took another hit of weed.
"He only has muscles because he's a steroid user." Troy sat down next to you. "Derek's following right in his footsteps."
"Wait, so Derek owed Julian money for-"
"Derek's been getting steroids from Julian for a while now. I've tried to stop him but at the rate he's going, he's going to end up addicted like Julian is."
You stood up and pulled your phone out of your pocket. "I have to talk to Derek."

*****

"Derek! You're making a huge mistake! You need to stop!" You were pacing around and attempting to calm yourself down by smoking weed. "Troy told me that you're getting steroids from Julian!"
"Troy, you motherfucking dickhead." Derek grumbled before sighing. "Yeah, I'm taking steroids. I've been wanting to achieve a more muscular figure and Julian's methods are working wonderfully. I want to be just like him."
"Derek, Julian's a fake." You sighed as well. "All he cares about is being popular and the biggest and strongest in the entire school. Do you really want to be like that?"
"I thought that you would be impressed if I became more muscular."
"Derek, how many times do I have to tell you that I don't like you that way?"
"(Y/N), it's hard accepting that. I've never cared about someone like I care about you. I can't and won't apologize for my feelings. Can we try and have a relationship when you turn eighteen?"
"No, I'm sorry."
"Fine. I guess we aren't friends anymore."
Before you could even respond, Derek hung up and when you tried to text him, you found that he had blocked you.
"You're just like my old group of friends." You whispered sadly as you blocked Derek back. "You only wanted me as your friend so that you can gain something for yourself."