Picking Up the Pieces (Markiplier x reader)

Chapter 8

*Mark's P.O.V*

4 months now. I didn't do anything about (Y/N). She's still out there, probably dead by now and my dumbass was just procrastinating on the couch. It's finally time I took some action. I woke up from my bed and yawned, checking my phone for the time.

9:34 a.m

'Too early..' I thought and rose from my bed, streching. Is it me, or am I having some next level illusion. (But was it perfect??) It smelled like someone was cooking up a hot dish downstairs while listening to music. I wrapped a towel around my waist before leaving my room, going downstairs. The closer I came to the kitchen, the louder the music became. I peeped over into the kitchen and saw the same black girl who slapped me, singing and dancing in my kitchen while cooking. Note, she was in a towel as well.

"You keep robbing my heart like a bank
And I only got myself to blame
You keep robbing my heart like a bank
No thank you, no thank you." She sang, twirling around. She stopped and faced me and we locked eyes.

"Can you not creep up on a girl like that? I would have stabbed you." She said.

"Yeah, yeah. Why are you-"

"Sit down." She interpreted me and placed down a plate of eggs and sausages in from of me. She then placed a cup of coffee right beside the plate. I didn't say anything and sat at the island. She placed her food on the other side of the island and placed a cup of coffee beside the plate. She sat down and started eating.

"So, whfy arfe-"

"Dont talk while food is in your mouth." She said, looking at me in disgust. I swallowed my food because continuing my thought.

"I said, why are you here?" I asked.

"Long story short, my boyfriend kicked me out of my house for a little misunderstanding. And well, I came here and crashed on the couch." She repiled.

"Now my turn to ask question." She placed her elbows on the counters, placing her chin on her hands. "Why the hell have you been sitting here while (Y/N) has been missing for 4 months?"

"Do you expect me to answer some gilr who slapped me?" I said, taking a bite of my meal.

"First off, my name isn't 'some girl'; it's Tasha, if you forgot. And second, I'll slap you again if you don't answer." She threatened.

"Ha, as if." She then took off her slippers and held it firmly in her hand.

"Remember how hard I slapped you? Well, I'm armed now. Guess how hard they'll be." Tasha said, looking at me with the most stern face out there.

"Anyways, when are you going to get up from that ass of yours and start helping your friends and I with finding (Y/N)?" She asked, taking a bite of her food.

"That will eventually come to me when it feels like it." I replied. "I mean, what's the whole point right now? It's been four months already. (Y/N)'s probably dead already." Tasha got up with her plate in her hands and placed it in the sink. The African-American girl picked up her slipper again before placing a hard slap on my arm.

"Are you fried?! So what if it's been four months? We have been recklessly looking for her and you're already giving up and coming to unnecessary conclusion that she's dead. How far does your head have to be up your ass for that to cross your mind?!" She raised her voice.

"Calm down. The neighbors are going to hear you." I stood up in a painc, seeing as her yelling will wake up the people living beside us.

"Calm down?! You're telling me to calm down?! For someone who doesn't give two shits about her girlfriend being missing for four months, 'calm down' is pretty fucking rich coming from you, sir!"