It's Raining Somewhere Else | A Subnautica FF (Markiplier x Reader) {EDITING}

Chapter Seven: Despair

⚠️THERE IS GORE AHEAD⚠️

"Y/N!" A voice screamed, and my eyes opened, to see the flooding vision of my room...on Earth.

I blinked a couple times, sleepiness was now rid from my vision as I looked down at my legs. My favorite pair of red and black pajama pants hung from my waist, my favorite t-shirt was loosing hanging off my torso. The gray carpet underneath my toes was as soft as I remembered it to be, I looked up to see the (y/f/c) walls around me. I was standing at the foot of my bed, which was the center of the room. I looked ahead, where my mirror sat. My hand moved to my head, my long hair that I had in the ocean was now the bob cut I had a few years back. I looked taller, I looked thinner, I looked dead. My skin looked a few shades lighter than my regular, lively skin tone. Which was weird. Strange, even.

My face was dead looking; the bags under my eyes were so very dark, my eyes looked like less and my cheeks were slightly sunk in.

"Y/N!" I jumped, as I looked to the left corner from me, where the door was. Knocks on it were sharp and I stood frozen. I could move, but I didn't want to because the voice was so familiar... I couldn't put a name to it, though. "LET ME IN, PLEASE!"

I gazed at myself through the mirror, and I watched as I moved, my body slow and doll-like; unnatural.

Then something clicked in my head.

I remember now.

This was the day I decided to leave home for a new life. I put myself in a state of purgatory, I only did what I needed to barely survive and I laid on my bed for days, thinking. I had woken up that day and stood in front of my mirror, and I told myself that I was gonna live in space.

"Y/N!" The voice screamed, I still couldn't quite place it. It sounded so familiar...

The door burst open, and my vision faded to black.

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My eyes opened so suddenly, feeling the soft and uncomfortable contact of tears. I sat up, and ripped the blanket from my legs. I wiped my tears and I looked over to Mark's bed, only to discover that it was empty. My heart dropped in my chest, and I jumped off of my bed, scrambling down the ladder. God, he can't go out alone, I can't be here alone. I just- can't.
"Mark?" I called out as I reached the room, I glanced around and saw nothing. Worry bubbled in my chest and I stumbled towards the hallway. My voice became frantic as I shouted, "Mark?"

I found myself in the Moonpool, where the docking arms were extended into the water and they pulled up my white Seamoth. I could see that shadowy face of his and splotches of blood, my heart sank as the hatch was pushed open by his bleeding arm.

I didn't even think as I dashed forwards, and I held out my hand for him to grab so I could help him escape the Seamoth. He quickly grabbed it and climbed out as gently as he could, trying not to hurt himself more than he already has. As soon as he got to his feet, he almost collapsed on me. Crimson blood stained my clothes as I held him up underneath his shoulders, and I began to walk him towards the larger area of floor in the Moonpool.

I laid him down gently, and I now had a better look at his wounds. There was a large gash from his collarbone to his side, a deep gash by the sand shark bite, and small and bleeding gashes on his arms and face. He was breathing heavily, and I held onto his hand as I asked, "What happened?"

He shook his head, before I could see red blood begin to drip from his pink lips. I let go of his hand and I sprinted to the fabricator, and instantly began to fabricate a first aid kit because I'm not losing him today, no sir. Once it had finished, I took it straight back to Mark, who was taking in short and pained breaths. I opened the case and took out the bottle of alcohol, and I said, "This is gonna hurt, close your eyes."