Mark E. Fishbach (Demons Can't Love Prequel)

You Better Get Home

I stared at my phone with a worried face. Jack sensed that I was anxious and looked at my phone. The text from Felix made Jacks eyes widen.

FeFe💖: Whatever the fuck happened between you and Sean at the panel today stops now you fucking man whore. When you get home, you won't be happy.

Jack didn't know what to say, so he just started to walk away. I just stared at my phone in awe, almost crying. By the time I had started crying, Jack was already with Bob and Wade playing some new racing game. I couldn't believe this. My own boyfriend hates me because I'm falling for another man with a girlfriend. Since I was mostly alone, I quietly screamed, and slammed my body against the wall. I cried for what seemed like hours before I slumped down, wrapped my arms around my knees, and put my face in my knees.
'I'm so dumb,'
'I'm a horrible person.'
'Why am I like this?'
'Everybody hates me.'

Time skip: end of day

I stayed backstage for basically the whole rest of the day before the venue closed for the night. As everybody made their way out and only a few lingering voices were left, I left backstage and headed towards the exit. I walked past a small group of fans who waved goodbye, along with a group of smaller youtubers. I walked to the exit and slowly opened the doors to let myself out. I heard slight tapping to my right, and turned my head. It was Sean.
'Run.' I thought.
I started walking faster to the curb. I pressed the button on my phone to call an uber. Jack must have heard it, because when I got into my car I heard a slight, "Mark?" Come from behind me. I ignored him, my uber arrived, I got in and it started to drive away. On my way back to the hotel, all I could think about was Jack. The way he smiled, the way he laughed, the way he talked and how much he cared about everything. I asked to turn on the radio, and just think to the song that came on.

I couldn't help but think that the lyrics somewhat remind me of Jack.
'Stop.'
'You love Felix.'
'You'll be okay.'
I got back to my hotel room and plopped down on my bed. I let out a huge sigh and layed there for a while. I was so unbelievably tired, but I knew something had to be done. I decided to send out a tweet.

Markiplier✔️: hey guys, due to emergencies I will not be able to attend the last two days of PAX. I know you guys were looking forward to seeing me but something came up. I hope you all understand.

As soon as I sent it out, I was met by several texts from various friends.

I'm Tyler: hey, what's going on? Need any help with anything?

CrankyBoi: Mark, what's up?

Sean: hey man, I hope you're okay.

Amster: hey Mark, what's wrong?

FeFe💖: you better get home tomorrow.

I couldn't bring myself to answer these texts, but these this only resulted in spam texts and calls from Tyler and Ethan. Hey, if they're that concerned they'll come to my hotel. I spent the next hour packing back up for the nearest flight back to L.A.. 7am tomorrow was perfect. I figured Id go to sleep now, and set an alarm for early tomorrow morning.

Time Skip to Flight

I'm boarding the plane home, dreading the amount of time I need to spend on it but also cherishing it. I didn't want to go home, but my anxiety and Felix's text makes it hard for me to really interact with fans or stand in front of large crowds. As the plane took off, I put on a movie and decided to drift of to sleep, forgetting that I haven't answered anyone's texts.