You were already being tied up, what's the use? You decided to keep your mouth shut and stay put. Hopefully, this guy will just steal the TV and move on.
"So, you're not gonna tell me where the cash is? Fine. I'll ask your boy toy instead." He said, walking over to the recording room. You screamed as loud as you could, but Mark wasn't able to hear you.
You closed your eyes in horror as you heard the intruder burst into the recording room;
"Hello, everybody. My name is Markiplier, and welcome to an intrusion!" The intruder said, mocking Mark's intro.
"Woah, who are you?" Mark asked. You heard him being thrown to the floor, getting beaten.
"Where's the stash?" The intruder yelled.
"S-stash?" Mark replied.
"Don't play dumb, pretty boy. Where. Is. The. Stash?!" The intruder yelled again.
"I-I don't have any stash, man! I have a case of jewelry in the bedroom, but no stash..." Mark said with a trembling voice.
"I'm giving you one. More. Chance." The intruder said.
"I'm telling you! I don't have one! Wait... what did you do to my girlfriend? What did you do to (Y/N)? (Y/N)!" Mark called out to you.
Check on Mark? Imagine 89.
Don't check on Mark? Imagine 90.
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Markiplier Imagines
FanficImagine this: You're sitting on the couch. However, you're not alone. You're with YouTube sensation Markiplier. Why? He's your boyfriend of course! Read to see what it's like to be Markiplier's girlfriend!!
