Saved {A Markiplier Fanfiction} //COMPLETED//

6

A week had already passed in the blink of an eye and I was to go to court today.

"Are you ready, Y/N?" Mark knocked on my door.

"Almost!" I answered.

I quickly scrambled to finish my hair, not worrying about makeup since I didn't need any.

(Don't needa put on makeup, girls. You're beautiful. I just sounded like a perverted guy but I'm just a hormonal teenage girl.)

I opened my door and stepped out in a posh fashion. I was wearing blue dress with white, purple and pink flowers printed on it with some white sandals to go with it.

"M'lady," Mark said, holding out his hand formally. I giggled and took his hand. We both we walked downstairs in a over-exaggerated posh way.

"Come on, you clowns, we gotta get moving," Amy laughed.

So we quickly dashed out the door.

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We arrived at this huge, grand place. The inside was even more grand and fancy, it was almost unreal. I couldn't believe that I was finally going to have a family. A caring one.

"Miss Y/N, right this way," a man ushered me into the court.

Soon enough the session started. Today would be the day whether I stayed with them temporarily or permanently. I hoped it would be permanently.

I answered all the questions, occasionally looking over at Amy and Mark with a huge grin. Just towards the end, there was an interruption.

"Stop!" a lady's voice...my mother suddenly called.

I looked behind me in shock and horror as she ran out.

"I'm Y/N's mother and I won't allow this!" she exclaimed.

I looked over to Mark and Amy who were just as shocked as I was, even the judge seemed surprised.

"Is this true?" The judge questioned me.

I nodded my head with a scowl.

"Then, I'm afraid the session is over," The judge announced, slamming their hammer on the table to signify it was finished.

The noise of the hammer slammed against the table rang in my head as anger and sadness filled me.
I looked over at my mother who started to come and try to hug me. I quickly ducked out of the way. I shook my head, I couldn't process words.

"Why?" I asked, on the verge of tears.

"Why? Because I'm your Mom! I never did anything to wrong you!" she said with hurt in her eyes.

"So leaving me doesn't count?" I asked, anger out-weighing my sadness. I swallowed the lump in my throat as I tried to speak.

"I. Hate you."

"Y/N, enough. You're coming home with me," she said strictly, as if I was a four year old.

I quickly ran over to Amy and Mark for their embrace. They hugged me, but it didn't feel like a proper hug. I looked up at Mark to see tears in his eyes.

"Y-You need to listen to your Mom," he said, forcing a smile,"You should be happy. You get your Mom back."

"No! I won't leave with her!" I repudiated.

"Y/N, please stop," Mark's voice started cracking,"Just go with your mom."

I had become so close to Mark and Amy. We had watched movies, played games, gone ice skating and just had fun. Mark even taught me how to edit. I had started to help him with the basic editing of his videos, while he did the complicated stuff. Now it's all being taken away from me.