Markiplier Imagines

Love kills

An au where y/n is a murderer and Mark is a detective.

{Warnings: Violence, graphic images}

Y/n pov

I had just finished the job that my boss had asked me to do a week ago. I wiped the blood off my hands with a smirk. This guy was a millionaire and would rain me in a bunch of money.

For proof that I had completed the job I used my knife to cut off one of his fingers. On the way back to headquarters I dumped his body in a dumpster. I walked into headquarters feeling like a million.

"Ah y/n I hope you're here to say that finished your job."

"I sure am boss," I tell him. He hands me my promised reward.

"Y/n I was thinking you could lay it low for a few weeks. It seems like the detectives are right on your tail. With this reward you should have enough money to live on for about three weeks."

"Ok boss I'll take a break." I was slightly disappointed. While I well deserved a break, I just couldn't help but think about how close the cops are getting and how much this will affect boss.

I walk outside to go home when I ran into someone. I was just about to growl at them when I met stunning brown eyes.

"I'm sorry about that miss..."

"Y/n," I quickly filled in for him.

"Y/n. Well I have to go but I'll love to get your number," we traded phones and put our contacts in. Once we both got our phones back he quickly left.

I looked down to see his contact. Oh, his name is Mark. I smiled when I remembered his brown eyes. Maybe these three weeks won't be so bad.

Time skip
Right now it's as the end of the three weeks and you start again tomorrow. You and Mark are dating and he's walking you home.

"Oh my gosh you didn't," I giggled at Mark's story.

"I did, my mom freaked out when she saw the pet raccoon." I continued laughing.

"I..." Mark was cut off when my phone started. I picked up the phone and answered.

"Hello."

"Y/n I have the perfect job for tomorrow."

"What?" I ask confused.

"Don't tell me that you forgot that you come back to work tomorrow," Boss asked me.

"N-no. Of course not."

"Perfect, I'll be seeing you tomorrow then."

"Yeah," he hung up before he heard my answer.

"Who was that, you're looking quite pale all of a sudden." Mark questioned.

"It was just my boss, he needs me to come in earlier tomorrow." I lied.

"Oh what is your job?"

"I w-work at Walmart," I sputtered.

"Cool, maybe I will get to come see you someday on your lunch break."

"Yeah."

Time skip to the next day

I walk into headquarters feeling slightly down. I strangely don't want to go back to my job.

"Ah y/n welcome back. I'm glad to say that over the three weeks the police seem to have lost your trail. Except for one detective but he is your next target."

I nod along with him as he describes his appearence. It makes me think of Mark because of the way he looks. I wasn't fully playing attention until boss said this.

"The targets name is Mark Fischbach and I expect him to be dead by tomorrow night."

"O-ok."

"Good now go on your merry way." I walk out of there feeling like my heart was torn to shreads. I mean we did only just start dating but I was in love with him.

I walk home trying to decide what to do. I ended up calling and leaving him a message to come over to my house. About a hour later he knocked on the door.

"Y/n What is it you wanted to talk about?"

"Well I know you're a detective. I'm the one you're looking for." I finished.

"What are you talking about y/n?"

"I'm the murderer you're looking for. Because of that, my boss has ordered me to kill you." I grabbed my gun off the table and pointed it at his head.

"Y/n no. You don't have to do this. You can have a better life, I'll help you. Just please sit the gun down."

I was shaking as tears slid down my face.

"I c-can't," I stuttered.

"Yes you can. Just toss the gun onto the couch," I looked behind him at the couch. It was so tempting.

"Ok," I tossed the gun on the furthest end of the couch.

"It's okay y/n, it's okay." He repeated like I was a scared animal, as he walked slowly towards me.

Once he was right in front of me I ripped my pocket knife out of my pocket and stabbed him in the chest, through his heart.

"Y/n, n-no." I dropped the knife and held him as he collapsed on the floor. I put his head in my lap as he continued to sputter. There was a huge puddle of blood around us as he grew weaker and weaker.

"Y/n?" Mark said with his last bit of strength.

"Yes."

"I still love you, this doesn't change anything," he whispered.

"I love you too." He never heard me say that because he had already died.

"No, Mark no. Come back, come back," I screamed in hysteria. My sobs racked my body and I bet the neighbors could hear my screaming.

I grabbed the knife from where I dropped it and stabbed it through my own chest.

"I'll be with you again soon enough, my dear, don't worry.

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Ok that was a kinda sad ending but oh well. Hehe the reader is slightly crazy in this one. This imagine is slightly longer than usual. Almost 1000 words.

Also what do you think of copiplier. Yes? No?

A definite yes for me.