Picking Up the Pieces (Markiplier x reader)

Chapter 4

*(Y/N)'s P.O.V*

Every part of my body is aching. My head, my back, my legs, everywhere. I still wonder why I'm in this type of situation. Is it because I fought with Mark? Is it because I tries to leave him? Is he behind all this? Just so I could 'learn a lesson'? If this is because of Mark, I'm ditching his ass before he even saw it coming. What sort of twisted idea came up in his head so I'm like this? He must be out of his damn mind if he thinks he's getting away with this. I sighed and looked at my feet, which was nearly invisible due to the dark room. All of a sudden, the door opened, revealing the manipulative son of a bitch. I instantly pulled my feet closer to my body. They noticed my actions and chuckled.

"Relax, I'm noting going to do anything to you. I barley have the time to." They said, searching around the room for something. Hesitantly, I streached out my legs to the length they were before. They barley have the time to do anything, they say? What do they do when they're not here?

"That reminds me, what the hell do you do for a living?" I asked and tilted my head to the side.

"Why do you care so much?" They looked back at me and crossed their arms across their chest. I could sense the smirk on thier face.

"You're avoiding my question. Does it mean you kidnap hot underaged girls for a living?" I smirked, sensing the game we're playing. "That's pretty sad if I do say so myself."

"What do you do? Creep on celebrities and try and steal thier underwear?" I laughed sarcastically.

"Why yes. I do creep on celebrities and steal their panties." I repiled.

"Then I kidnap hot underage girls for a living." They said and countiued to look for the thing they were looking for. Suddenly, my stomach grumbled.

"Hungry?" They said.

"Well no shit dumbass. You haven't gave me anything to eat for how many days have I been here?"

"Eight days." They repiled.

"Eight days." I countiued. "And I'm cold. I swear I'm about to freeze to death in this room."

"Oh well. Suck to be you." They said and left the room. I was about to say wait, but they were already out the door and closed it behind them. I signed an tried to forget my rumbling stomach.

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*Mark's P.O.V*

I woke up suddenly, looking around the room. It was dark, but the only thing displaying light was my computer. I guess I was playing Mario Maker before I fell asleep. I sighed and turned off my monitor and got up, wiping some left over droll on my face. Then, it hit me. '(Y/N)! I forgot to apologize to her!' I then left the recording room to go to our room, to see she wasn't there. Also, some of her stuff were missing. 'Maybe she went to stay with Signe or something...' I left the room, going downstairs and into the kitchen. I grabbed myself a cold beer from the fridge and went to the living room. I placed myself on the couch, turned on the TV, and popped opened the beer, taking a big gulp. A few minutes, the front door opened and came in Mandy and Bob. They looked through the house beofre looking into the living room, seeing me on the couch. They were in shock, but it changed into disgust.

"So, you finally decided to wake up?" Mandy said and crossed her arms over her chest and tapped her foot on the ground.

"Yeah. Why do you care so much?" I replied unconsciously, taking another sip of my beer. The girl came up and snatched the bottle away from my me. I tried to get it back, but she pulled it away from me.

"(Y/N) is gone, Mark." She said.

"No, she isn't. Isn't she hanging out with Signe or something?" I repiled.

"You don't understand. Mark, your girlfriend is missing and her life is probably on the line. You over here, look at you just came out of the dumpster and decided it was a good idea to drink a beer. Do you even care about her right now?" She raised her voice at me. I rolled my eyes.

"Well, it's not my fault that she was kidnapped. She should have stayed in the house than leaving." I repiled.

"How selfish do you have to be to blame her kidnapping on her?" Bob stepped up. "Mark, for all we know, she could be dead and it looks like you couldn't care less about her well being." He came up and grabbed me by my shirt.

"Your own girlfriend, who cooks and cleans for you is gone and your friends, who are almost getting fired from their jobs and are losing sleep, and looking everywhere for her and by you sitting down here without a care in the world is not helping at all!" He said.

"That's pretty low if we're talking about you. That's just upright disrespecting (Y/N)!"

"Bob, please calm down." Mandy said. Bob sighed and out me down.

"Mark, being your best friends means we're always together, no matter what. But if you're going to sit down on your ass all day and night, I don't know what to say. What will (Y/N) think? She'll be extremely disappointed if she found out that only her friends looked for her and not her boyfriend. Please, clean up your act and come help us search." He said, walking the door. Before they closed the door behind them, Mandy threw my drink into the garbage. I sighed and went back to the kitchen, grabbed another beer bottle and sitting myself back on the couch. I turned up the volume on the TV and took a sip of my beer.

(AN: Lololol the more I write for this story, the more darker the plot becomes. And it will only get darker as it continues. So beware, if y'all don't like rape/ forced sex, goodbye. Nice knowing you. And for all you that want to continue to read this book, you're fucking sick. But I like that. But ANYWAYS

Thanks for reading,

And I'll see you,

In the next chapter.

BUH-BYE!!!

-Tasha.)