Realism Mode *Enabled* {Markiplier x Reader}

Chapter Twenty-Nine

You had to move fast if you wanted to avoid what your parents had planned for you. You called Cosette to tell her to come get you and bring you to Mark's, telling her you'd explain why on the way. You couldn't take your own car or they'd know immediately you weren't there, and you wanted as much time as you could before they suspected you ran off.

Next you packed a bunch of clothes and other necessities so you wouldn't have to come back for a while. You packed all of your contacts and solution as well as a toothbrush and toothpaste and pads/tampons for that lovely time that was coming up. You grabbed your phone and charger along with your laptop and shoved all that into a bag separate your clothes, then lugged them both down to the front door.

"You're leaving?" (B/F) gaped, not believing you'd do what you're about to.

"It's not because of you," you said quickly. "It's my parents. They want to bring me back home, and they'd physically drag me there if they had to. I'm running off, and for now I'm not going to tell you where so you can't tell them where I'm going. You think you can cover for me while I'm away?"

"No problem girl," she grinned, relieved it wasn't because of her secret life.

"Thanks (B/F), I'll text you later." Cosette pulled up in front of your driveway and your best friend ran to open the door so you could take one trip to the car and not two. You nodded at her as you passed then made a break for the car, pushing the bags into the back seats before hopping into the passenger side.

"So, what's up?" Cosette asked casually. You opened your mouth to begin your tale.

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You barged into Mark's house, and after Cosette came in, you locked the door and looked for something to prop against it. Mark came in with Chica, and as Chica came to say hello, he asked what was going on.

"I'm sorry, I should've knocked," since when were you the person to just strut right into someone's home? "But my parents want to take me back home with them, and I don't want that. Is it possible I could stay here?"

"Sure," he said, still baffled by your entrance. Cosette bent down to pet Chica and babble like a baby like all parents do around small children. Well, not your parents, but that's not the point.

"I brought some stuff so I won't have to go back, Shayne has left already and (B/F) has been notified. She doesn't know where I'm staying though. Oh, and..." you paused momentarily, not sure if now was the time to bring it up. "(B/F)'s a killer."

"Wait, what?" Cosette demanded, shooting up.

"I just found that out today. She says she won't hurt any of us, but I'm not so sure. Either way, I thought I should let you all know."

"Could she kill your parents?" Awkward silence filled the air as both you and Mark gave Cosette a disturbed look. "It's just a thought since, ya know, they're causing so much trouble," she looked down.

"You can stay as long as you need," Mark turned to you.

"Thank you very much," you smiled only slightly. "So, Cosie-"

"You've never said my nickname before!" She shouted. You tilted your head back and blew a steady stream of air out partially opened lips.

"That is true, but back to what I was saying. I have work tomorrow, so what's my excuse for not going? My parents know where I work, and I don't doubt they'd swing by during its open hours."

"You could say you're sick," she suggested.

"I've already used that, and we both know I'm never sick."