Saved {A Markiplier Fanfiction} //COMPLETED//

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We sat at the dinner table, awkwardly silent.

I was scoffing the food, having been a month since I had a fully-fledged meal. Mark and Amy seemed to be staring at me, but I simply ignored it.

"Woah there, slow down, you'll give yourself a stomach ache," Mark chuckled. I looked up at both of them to see them burst into laughter.

"How about you go to the bathroom?" Amy suggested,"it's behind you off the to left."

I quickly discovered that I had tomato sauce sporadically smudged around my mouth and on my nose. I turned on the water tap and wiped it off with the hand towel, my cheeks by now rosy red.

I walked back out in embarrassment and sat down at the dinner table, seeing my plate completely clean.

"Still hungry?" Mark asked.

I shook my head.

"No thank you. I don't want to eat all of your food," I said in a half-joking way.

"Seriously, it's fine Y/N, you don't have to-" Mark was interrupted by Amy staring at him.

"Sorry..." He apologised, clearing his throat.

"Are you sure you don't want any more?" Amy asked kindly. I nodded my head.

"Okay, well let's get you comfy in your room." Amy suggested, standing up from her chair and taking the dishes and putting them in the sink.

"You go up, I'll meet you there," Amy said with a smile.

I nodded and headed up the stairs to my room. I entered to see the same enchanting blue bed sheets and blankets that stood out from the rest of the room.

"Oh right, wait a second, let me get you some of my pajamas." I heard Amy behind me.

I looked around at the bright, colourful room entrancing me. While I was staring at the room surrounding me, Amy returned.

"This room's really cool, right?" Amy snapped me out of my trance.

"Yeah," I agreed,"super cool."

"Well, I have some pajamas you can wear. This will last you a couple of nights, but we'll go buy your own pajamas as soon as possible," Amy explained, handing the pjs to me.

"Wow," I mumbled,"thank you so much."

I looked up to see her smiling warmly.

"Well," she pulled out her phone and quickly put it back,"it's currently 7 so, did you want to watch a movie?"

"Um, okay," I agreed.

"Let's go downstairs," Amy said, walking out of the room.

I followed her downstairs to the lounge room where Mark was lazily sprawled out across the couch.

"C'mon Mark, move over, we're watching a movie," Amy giggled.

"But I'm comfortable..." Mark complained.

"C'mon, move," Amy tried to roll him over but instead rolled him off the couch.

"Ow! Fuck!" Mark cursed.
I couldn't help but laugh at Mark's reaction.

"Sorry, I tried to tell you to move," Amy sarcastically apologised.

"Fine, I'll go record a video," Mark grumbled, getting up and making his way upstairs.

"Please stay," I quietly requested.

He had been caring for me this whole time and I'd just been a brat. I needed to repay him for his kindness.