Markiplier x Dog! Reader

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-your POV-
I whimper as I was thrown into a cage. These people. I hated them. They used to yank off my fur and kick me. They smacked me for no reason. (I cannot lie I smack one of my dogs because we tell him no all the time. First it went from flicking his nose to have to ACTUALLY smack him, as much as I hate it). I hear the clicking of shoes against the ground and watch a door open. I want my Mark and mom! I whimper out and quickly shut up when I feel the cage shake and a loud clang and some yelling was heard. 

"Stay quiet, you damned mutt!!" The plastic faced woman yelled at me. I started shaking and held back a whimper, wanting Mark and Amy back.

~~~~~~~~~~Time skip and Mark's POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I paced back and forth trying to figure where (Y/n) could have gone. Chica looked really lonely and sad since she had left. It's been a day and my stress had built up. I jumped when I felt Amy's hands rest on my shoulder's from behind.

"Mark... please sit down. We'll get (Y/n) back. I know we will. She's a strong dog." Amy says as she rubs my shoulders, relaxing me a little. I let out a soft sigh.

"I'm just worried for her. She's probably so scared. She didn't look to good and I fear that those people who took her were the ones who abused her." I turn to Amy. She gave a sympathetic look. I could see on her face that she was worried but the spark of hope flaring in her eyes kept my own hopes up. We will get you back, (Y/n). By any means necessary. Chica jumped up and barked at me.

"Yeah, Chica. I agree. We can't ever give up." I smile at her.

-Chica mom's POV-

My little, precious (Y/n) will come home. I swear it. I barked at Mark again as he jumps in a crouch. I get excited and start running low to the ground and wagging my tail. We're going to get her soon!

"Come on Chica Bica!! To the car!!" Mark yells and runs to the door, I follow him quickly. Amy was following behind me. I saw she was holding (Y/n)'s leash and a blanket. I waited as Mark clipped my leash on and I started racing to the car, dragging Mark behind me.

(sorry it's short! I was trying to write something. I'm in small writer's block)