King (Markiplier x reader)

Chapter 38

"That was fun Bass...." I looked behind me, shocked. The person I was looking at was also shocked.

"Oh my. Excuse our interpretation, but Master, where would you like me to put the clothes?" A tall, slim man, dressed in black from head to toe, looked like one of Ceil's butlers.

"Put them in my room. On top of my bed." Ceil repiled. "Oh, I see you came back with (Y/N)." There she was. Her beautiful, (E/C) eyes are the ones I never thought I would see again. I thought she was a goner. I stood up, walking closer to the smaller girl.

"(Y/N)..." I said.

"Mark.." She repiled. Without another word, I ingulfed (Y/N) in a big, warm hug.

"I knew you'd come for me." I heard the girl under me sniffle. "I had faith in you." I looked back at her and her eyes were filled with tears. Tears of joy.

"I...I thought he killed you already." She slowly released from the hug, apparently to show me something.

"Well, he didn't kill me. But he did.." She removed her flats to show me her bandaged toes. Three of them were taped up. "He, uh, maybe removed a few of my toenails." Suddenly, I turned around to look at that little shit smirking at us.

"Whoops." He said. I walked up to his and grabbed him by the shirt. I was about to punch him, but then decided not to waste my energy on him.

"So are you gonna take the gem or not?"

"Uhhh... nah. You can keep it. And your lady." Said Ceil. I lifted my fist and placed a punch straight on his cheek.

"What do you mean? I just went through your shitty game that cost me my life and other people's lives and your saying you don't want it?!" I punched Phantomhive once again. And he didn't reply.

"Answer me damn it!" I punched him once more.

"Mark, stop it!" (Y/N) called out. The boy coughed up some blood and spat some on me.

"H-hear me out. Please..." He said. "Do you know how it feels to be an outcast? Do you know how it feels to not be loved? Do you know how it feels to have everything being taked away from you at such a young age? You probably don't because you are the King; loved by all," He started.

"But (Y/N) over here has been suffering since she was just a baby. We stand at the same place. But your just blind to that. Your reputation blinds you from your own girlfriend's issues. And well, until you find a way to care about others, not just yourself, she will forever be hurting." Ending this nonsense, I threw the black haired boy to the ground, pick up my diamond and left the house with the girls. When outside the buliding, I placed the ring back inside the suitcase, then turned back to face everyone.

"So, Mark. Want to introduce your little girl of your?" (Y/N) pointed to Drea beside her.

"Ahh, that's Drea. She's ten." Drea gave (Y/N) a small wave.

"I see she doesn't talk often?"

"Well, she can't talk at all. When she was younger, she got her vocal cords removed."

"Aww. Poor girl."

"Please, don't mention it. Anyways, shall we go back to where you came from?" Drea asked.

"Yes we shall. Let's go back to our Motel room." Amy added. Then, we were off to our Motel room. On the way there, Amy and (Y/N) feel asleep on each other while Drea and I stood wide awake. We looked outside the window to look at the dark city which was the again lit by the lights of the city

"Does this happen often?" The ten year old pointed to the two girls drooling on top of each other.

"Yeah." I chuckled.