Markiplier Imagines

57. Bad Dream

Requested by; @ChristmasWithShelzba & @MweepTheSheep

"It's me! Markimoo. I'd never hurt you."

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Fear. Fear is what you felt as you ran from him.

"I told you to keep your phone on! What the hell is the matter with you?!" He yelled as he chased you.

You then hit a corner, and you were trapped.

You panted; "Mark please, stop! Not again! Not again!!" You cried.

"This is what you get! You disobeyed me and now you're going to pay!" Mark said. He clenched his fists and and swung.

You sat up from your bed, breathing heavily. Eyes tearing up, you covered your mouth. You didn't want to wake Mark.

Water. I need water. You thought to yourself. You quickly exited the bedroom and headed downstairs toward the kitchen. You took out a glass from the cabinet and stuck it under the faucet.

You took big gulps, leaving the entire glass empty in under five seconds. You wiped your mouth. There were still tears in your eyes. Why? Why would you ever dream of Mark hurting you?

He would never lay a finger on you! Would he? You were unsure. You begin to cry. Tears fall out of your eyes. You sob quietly to yourself in order to keep Mark from waking up.

You buried your head in your knees.

Then you heard footsteps coming down the stairs.

You quickly lifted your head up. Mark looked at you, puzzled.

"(Y/N)? Why are you down here, baby?"

"Uh, I was th-thirsty. I n-needed water." You said.

Mark's eyes met the empty glass. "Is that the only reason? Cause I know you, (Y/N). And when you lie, you stutter a lot."

Busted.

The tears flew out of your eyes faster than you can say 'frittata'.

"Baby? What's wrong?" Mark asked concerned. "Is everything okay?" He asked, coming closer to you.

You recoiled and tried to back into the wall behind you, however, you were already against the wall.

"(Y/N)? Are you... scared of me? What happened? It's me! Markimoo. I'd never hurt you."

"Please, Mark! Just go away." You cried.

"No! I'm not going away! Now tell me what's wrong!" Mark said, flailing his arms.

You recoiled once again as more tears fell from your eyes. "Mark... Please... Go away..."

"No. Tell me what's wrong."

"...I had a dream. More like a nightmare..."

"About...?"

You let out a few more tears;

"...You."

"You had a nightmare about me?"

"Yes. You... You hit me..."

"Oh my God... (Y/N)... I'd NEVER hurt you! Ever! I love you!"

"Oh stop. You know you want to hit me."

"I don't! Why would I want to? Sure, we get into fights, but no, I wouldn't want to hit you because of them. I love you."

You sighed deeply. Mark was right. He wouldn't hurt you. And if he did, it'd be emotionally rather than physically.

"I love you too, Markimoo. I'm sorry I'd ever think that-"

"Don't be sorry. You did nothing wrong. You're safe with me. Come here."

You got up from the floor and Mark had pulled you into his embrace. You nestled your face into his chest as he rubbed your back with his hands.

"Let's go back to bed, okay?"

"Sounds like a plan."

He took your hand, dragging you to the bedroom. While he did this, you were hoping you would never have that dream again.