Crimson (Googleiplier × Reader)

Chapter VIII

You layed your head on the window, relishing the cool touch on your head and felt the hum of the engine. It made you a bit drowsy if anything. Gazing outside, you watched the city  rush by, blending into open fields. "Hey Anti..." You said quietly, so as not to ruin the quietness in the truck.

"Hhm?" He said, never taking his eyes off the road.

"Why do you want to hang out with me?" You asked. You really were curious.

He rubbed his neck nervously. "Well...there's not many people out there willing to hang out with a demon." He said.

"Oh. Right." You said akwardly. The car went silent again. Before you knew it, you had arrived. It was a relief. You waited for Anti to come and help you out because you didn't trust yourself to not break a limb. Grabbing your waist, he hoisted you down and you stretched your arms. "Ahh...ground. Solid. Hmmnn..." You said, mid stretch. Anti rolled his eyes for some reason and you slapped his chest. "Come on JackAss. Let's go skate." You said, leading him inside. Standing at the front desk, you paid for the skates and went over to a set of benches to out them on. Anti had his on way before you did so he left to go get some drinks. By the time he returned, you'd just finished tieing your laces. The thin blade of the skate gave you weird chills when you looked at them. Kinda like that feeling if you've ever had it, when your standing on a high place and look down. That queasy feeling... Yeah. You listened to the music playing over the speakers as you and Anti drank. You had a Dr.Pepper. Anti had Mountain Dew. (Am I the only one who hates mountain dew?....Probably... plz don't hurt meh) You almost choked on your drink when you saw a very familiar floof of hair, connected to a deep toned body. What the fuck is Mark doing here!? You thought. If he sees me with Anti, he'll know I know about Dark and Wilford and Google... Why did I agree to do this? You were on full worry mode. Quickly, you grabbed Anti by the wrist and pulled him onto the ice and pulled your beanie on tighter to try and hide your face a bit better from Mark.

"Hey, (Y/N). Are you alright? You're shaking pretty bad. Worse than a trumpet player. "

You nodded shakily as you looked down and at your trembling feet, trying not to fall. "A-anti... I think I might actually need to hold onto you..." You said, completly terrified of falling. He chuckled and brought your arms up to grab his elbows as he grabbed yours to support you. He began to skate backwards, leading you side to side along the rink.          "D-don't let-t go!" You said as you felt his grip loosen. He smirked and let you go. You freaked out, lunging forward and grabbing for him. You definitely grabbed him, but you were hanging onto his neck, pressed up against his chest. You could hear his heart beating fast.

"(Y/N)?" You heard his voice and froze. No! Turning around, you saw Mark. Fuck fuck fuckity fuck fuck FUCK! You internally screamed.

"Oh...H-hey...Mark...Fancy seeing you here, yeah?" You said nervously.

"Ueah....Uh, may I have a word with you...please." He asked. Well, more demanded by the sound of it. You nodded slowly and gave Anti an apologetic look and mouthing the words -'I'm sorry '- before following Mark to one of the booths. He motioned for you to sit. You expected him to sit across from you, but he sat right next to you with a heavy sigh.
"(Y/N)...do...do you even have a clue? Who...who that was?" He started cautiously, looking sideways at you. You shifted.

"If you mean do I know it's Anti, then yeah. Uh, he um...wanted to hang out because he's lonley I guess." You rambled. Mark gave you a look. You couldn't tell what his eyes were saying.

"Has...have you met... you know?" Was all he got out. You nodded.

"Dark, Google, Wilford...Anti....Some fucking weirdo named Colin... that's it so far." You explained. Mark sighed in relief. Now you were a bit confused.