Pretty Boy {Markiplier X Reader}

Twenty-One

"Like I said before, there's really nothing interesting about me." You said to August after you had finished telling him about your life as an only child living with parents that, in hindsight, had slowly turned out to be insane. After all, you had watched both of their sanities slowly disappear right in front of your eyes. It's hard to believe that you once considered both of their behaviors to be normal since you had grown up who accepted the abuse that your father inflicted on her. Because you witnessed your mother accepting your father's abusive behavior, you immediately started accepting your father's abusive behavior towards you. But, as time went on, you realized that you didn't live a normal home life and that you, in fact, lived in an abusive household. You vividly remembered having this realization after having a discussion about abusive behavior and how to recognize it in health class. But, even though you knew that you should seek help, you endured another two years of abuse until your parents were arrested for their actions because of the last person you expected to save you from your personal hell.
Julian.
Even to this day, you had no idea why the hell he even did that. He had claimed that he'd "owed you one," but you had no idea what you did to make him "owe you one." Now that he was gone, the motive behind his actions that day would forever remain a mystery.

"Are you kidding?" The sound of August's voice pulled you out of your thoughts. "There's plenty of interesting things about you! Hell, if there weren't any interesting things about you, you wouldn't have been the one to get the better backstory. But, then again, you are one of the main characters so it's understandable that you'd get the better backstory than the character who entered this story seemingly out of nowhere."
"What on earth are you talking about?" You gave him a confused look.
August chuckled. "It's much too complicated for you to wrap your head around, (Y/N). Because of that, it'd be useless further discussing the topic that's currently at hand. I'm not even sure why I brought it up in the first place."
"Okay, what the hell did they put in your coffee?" You asked. There's no way that August was thinking rationally right now. No one in their right mind thinks that they're just some character in a story. "You're sounding like you're out of your damn mind."
He simply shrugged. "They simply put lots of sugar and cream into my coffee, just like I requested them to. But, then again, sugar does cause you to get hyper if you consume enough and there was a lot of sugar in my coffee. It's very possible that what I said earlier was the sugar talking and not me because I definitely feel really hyper right now."
"Well, I'm glad that you're at least acknowledging that what you said earlier was crazy talk." You attempted to take a sip of your coffee only to discover it was empty. You then added, "There's no way that you, I, and everyone else are just creations of someone's mind. We're one-hundred percent real." You stood up and began walking over to the trash can so that you could throw your coffee away. You wished that August hadn't said any of those things about you, him, and everyone else that you knew were just characters in a story because you couldn't shake the thought out of your mind. You really didn't like the thought of being merely creation of someone's mind. Wouldn't that mean that your life served no purpose because all of your thoughts, actions, and speech were controlled by someone that you didn't know and would never know?
Stop thinking about this, (Y/N). You scolded yourself. You're going to fall into an existential crisis if you keep thinking about what August said.

"Okay, I officially ban you from consuming coffee." You said to August when you sat back down. "You talk crazy when you drink coffee. No wonder you were never allowed to drink it."
August shrugged. "What you call crazy is what I call a possibility."
"Yeah, whatever." You pretended to go along with what he was saying. "Hand me your keys. You're not in the right state of mind to drive right now and I'd rather not run the risk of ending up dead."
"You don't trust me?"
"I don't right now."
"Why not?"
"Oh, I don't know, maybe because you were spouting some complete and utter nonsense of us being characters in a story."
"Think fast." August said right before he threw his keys at you. You somehow managed to catch them at the very last second. He smiled a bit when he saw that you had caught them. "Nice catch."
"I don't know where you live so I'm going to take us to the park and wait for you to actually go back to a correct state of mind." You said right before you started exiting Starbucks. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw August quickly getting up and running to catch up with you.
"How long are we going to stay at the park?" He asked as you were walking to his car.
"We're going to stay until you can think rationally again." You replied as you unlocked the car before opening the driver's side door. "I don't care if it takes ten minutes or a few hours. We're staying as long as we have to."
"I can live with that." He opened the passenger's side door and got inside his car a moment after you did. "It just means that I get to spend more time with you."
You couldn't help but smile as you buckled your seatbelt before you closed the door and started the car. "I like the sound of that."