Living with Markiplier (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 4

I looked at the list and sighed. "this is not what I thought this was going to be like" I said quietly.

The list includes:

- Clean all bathrooms

- Clean Master bedroom

- Clean Kitchen, Living room, Den, and Office

- Clean Front yard, Backyard, and shed

- Clean Garage

- Clean Cars

- Cook dinner Monday, Wednesday and Friday

- Pick Wendy from school Tuesday and Thursday

You must do this every day unless told not to. You will refer to me as Sir, if you don't you will be punished. If you have questions you ask me unless I'm in the office. I will inspect all your work when I come home from work.

- Mr. Brady

I deeply sighed and started working, it was 12:45 so I decided to clean the bathrooms, master bedroom, garage and the cars. It was Sunday so you didn't have to cook food for them. I ran my hand through y/h/c and then started all my chores for the day. When you walked into the Master Bath, there wasn't much to clean. You went downstairs and grabbed the cleaning supplies from under the sink. You slowly walked up the stairs back into the master bath and started scrubbing everything.

I finished the master bath so you stood up and admired your work. It looked like it was just installed, I moved onto my bathroom and started there. It didn't take me as long considering my bath was a lot smaller than the master. I looked at the list and decided to clean the master bedroom, I started making the bed, straightening the nightstands, picking up the dirty laundry and folding the clean. I vacuumed the small rug that he had in his room and straightened up where the T.V was, I looked around seeing if you missed anything and I noticed a painting hung up on the wall but in an awkward spot. I thought it was a good idea to inspect the painting a little more so you lifted it off the nail and noticed a safe behind it. "Oh my god!" I quietly exclaimed. "What is he hiding?" I wonder.

I ignored the temptation to attempt to break into it, so you place the painting back into its natural place and walk out of the Master room to continue my "chores". I walked downstairs to head to the garage to clean in there, I notice there isn't much in there to clean but the work table. "I wonder what this guy does for a living," you said to yourself. You straighten the table to find a piece of paper with 6 numbers. "Maybe this is the code to the safe," you thought. I took my phone out and make a note of the code, I smile to myself as I continue cleaning. I thought about taking a break considering I've been cleaning for, 3 hours it was now 4:45. I walked out of the garage and up to my room to take a break, but then Mr. Brady barged through the door. "Y/N WHAT ARE YOU DOING LAYING AROUND! YOU HAVE SHIT TO DO." He yelled. "Sir, I was just taking a break. I have been working my ass off for 3 hours." I explained. "I don't give a flying fuck," and with that, he slapped you.

I just sat there with a deer in the headlights look, I had nothing to say, I was speechless. I slowly sobbed holding your face. "I want the cars cleaned by 5:30 or you're going to really get it." He said slamming the door shut. I silently cried and got up to clean the cars. "I didn't know this is what I'd be fucking doing" I grabbed the hose and started filling up a bucket of soapy water. I cleaned both cars and made sure they'd be spotless before he punishes you again.