The Last of Us [Reader x Markiplier & Jacksepticeye]

The Wall

Cast List:

You as Yourself (18 years of age)

Mark/Markiplier as Himself (20 years of age/Smuggler)

Jack/Jacksepticeye as Himself (20 years of age/Smuggler)

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You woke up to Mark mumbling quite loudly in his sleep. You opened your eyes and blinked a few times, trying to clear your vision. Behind you, Mark was still mumbling and stirring away on the sofa. Some of the mumbles were louder and more abrupt than the others, as if he were trying to shout. This was something you knew all too well. This was something that you hated and had been suffering with for the past week.

After you flip over and sit up, you walk over to Mark and stand in front of him. This is the first time you can truly get a look at him without him glaring at you or looking as though he wanted nothing to do with you. His hair was short, but longer at the top. It was a dark color, as was the stubble that lined his chiseled jaw. His clothes looked worn out and dirty, and in the pocket of his shirt were some eyeglasses.

As you looked at him, he stirred again and mumbled something. It sounded like a name, but you couldn't make out what it was. His brows furrowed and his lips trembled. A whimper escaped his lips. He looked so sad, so scared. Whatever he was having a nightmare about, you wanted to bring him out of it. Slowly, you reached down to touch him. Your hand came to a stop right over his wrist as you hesitated, thinking about how he might react to you waking him. He squirmed and whimpered again, and that is when you made the decision to wake him.

Your hand touched his wrist and you gently shook him, trying to wake him from the nightmare. Despite your small attempt, he didn't wake. Again you shook him, with a little more force this time. You even said his name.

The moment that you said his name, his eyes shot open and he sprung up, taking in a deep breath. He blinked a few times before looking at you. For a moment, his eyes looked wet, as though he were going to cry. He blinked a few times and the wetness disappeared.

"Sorry to wake you, but.... Well, you were mumbling a lot in your sleep."

His eyes soften and he turns his head, looking away from you. He slings his legs over the edge of the sofa and turns to face you. You back away a bit to give him some space. He props his elbows up on his knees and runs his hands through his hair, letting a long sigh.

"I hate bad dreams." You say as you head back to your sofa, sitting down.

"Yeah, me too..." Mark mumbles, a hint of sadness in his voice. You couldn't help but wonder what he was having a nightmare about.

There was a quiet knock on the door that startled both of you, causing you both to jump. Mark stood up from the sofa and he grabbed his gun. He held a finger to his lips as he looked down at you. You nodded and grabbed your dagger, slowly turning to face the door.

"Mark? It's Jack." The Irishman whispered from the other side of the door, his accent still strong despite how quiet he was being.

Mark let go of his gun and walked over to the door, unlocked it, and opened it up. The light brown-haired man smiled at his friend as he walked inside, the door being closed behind him.

"Sorry it took so long. Some unlucky bastards got caught and there were guards everywhere."

"What's the payment look like?" Mark asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Let's just say we might need to have some people help us carry it all back. I got us some new guns, a shit ton of ammo, and enough ration cards for the winter. We won't get it until all is said and done, but we did get a down payment. Here ya go." Jack took of his backpack and set it on the floor. He unzipped it and reached inside, pulling out a few boxes of ammo for the handgun.