Who Killed Markiplier? (Mayor X OC SubPlot)

Chapter 1-pt 2

I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock. I opened my eyes and saw that it was 8:30 a.m. I sat up, turned the alarm off, stretched my arms, and yawned. The only good thing about my alcohol problem is that my hangovers are just a small headache that goes away after a few minutes. Sweet! I noticed that I was wearing a spare night gown but also that my body hurt a lot, and my legs were numb. I also felt...different, but I couldn't put my finger on it. I shrugged it off and stood up. A bit wobbly I walked to a mirror and fixed my hair, makeup, and changed back into my dress. As I was changing, I found a few small, but strange looking, bruises on my body but I have no idea where they came from. There was one on my left shoulder, two on my stomach, and one more on my lower back. Honestly though, I'm too tired to care right now, besides I can easily hide them and I'll remember in a few days anyways. I put my earrings in and smile at them. These held one of my most treasured memories and were very important to me. I leave the head piece on the counter and leave the bathroom. I walked out of my room to find the butler waiting with a single glass on his silver tray. "Ah. Good morning," he greeted. "Hope you've had a good night's rest." He handed me the glass he was holding. "I've prepared for you a Seltzer with cocaine." I grimace at the drink after hearing the word cocaine. "Best thing for the morning after, if you ask me." He winked and I faked a smile as he walked away. Ok, I've had enough alcohol but cocaine? No way. No drugs allowed in this body, but I took a tiny sip just in case. I release my breath, realizing that it was just medicine. 'Dang butler messing with me like that.' I chugged down the rest of the glass, wanting to get it out of the way.

I finally noticed Damian was standing nearby. He turned around and smiled when he saw me. He seemed to be waiting for me to wake up. "Ah! There's our little monster!" I place the cup in the potted plant and walk over to Damian. "You really knocked'em dead last night. I haven't seen you go wild like that since our days at university." I chuckle at the memory of my college-self. "Don't remind me. I only got drunk for you, you know," I said. "Most parties back then weren't that much fun anyways but, I had definitely had a blast last night." "Good to let the beast out every once and a while, eh, old friend?" Damian said quietly. I nod my head. "It is." He glanced at my earrings and smiled, just like last night. "I see you still have the earrings," he told me. I fiddled with one of the pair for the hundredth time. "Of course I do. They mean a lot to me," I pointed out. He blushed, not in embarrassment but joy; at least that is what I always believed to be the reason. It was silent for a few moments until he asked me a seemingly random question. "Izzy?" He asked slowly. "Do you happen to remember anything major that happened last night? Anything that stands out to you?" I look at him confused. "Why do you ask?" I questioned. This time, his cheeks turned bright red from embarrassment and he looked to the side to avoid my questioning gaze. He rubbed his neck and I saw something underneath his shirt collar. A small, strange bruise? 'It's just like the ones I found earlier,' I noted. "I-I just...I'm curious. That's all," he said. He still wouldn't look at me. I felt like he was hiding something from me but I tried to remember anyways. I shut my eyes and rub my temples. But nothing's coming to me, nothing major anyways. "No," I shook my head. "I don't remember anything." Damian finally looked back at me, his eyes looked disappointed but he smiled and shrugged off whatever was bothering him. "That's fine. I was just curious. It doesn't really matter though, I'm sure you'll remember in a few days." I tried to change the subject to clear the awkward feeling in the air. "It sure is good to see Mark again. And it must be wonderful for you to see your other friends as well," I say. "We did lose touch after we graduated university." It was true. After graduating we tried to stay in touch but it was limited to two or three letters of how are you and this happened. Sad yes but we had gone our separate ways. Mark became an actor, Damian became Mayor, and I was an author. Well, trying to be anyways. No matter what I did, not a single publisher wanted my stories and I refused anyone who tried to change my stories to be more main stream. It got to the point where my part-time job couldn't support me and I almost lost my house. I was so upset I called Damian and told him what happened. That was when he told me he had to fire his District Attorney and offered me the job. I could tell Damian was glad for the change in topic and answered me. "Yes it really is. Then again, I'm-I'm still not exactly sure as to what we're supposed to be celebrating here," he said, suspicious. "I mean it's good to have the gang back together," he assured me. "But out of the blue like this seems..." He trailed off in thought, obviously concerned. "You have a point," I told him. Mark was always a party man, but even he partied only if there was a reason, something to celebrate. But this one was out of the blue. Years without contact and he suddenly decides to invite us to a party at his place? For Mark that's pretty weird. Damian saw my troubled expression and changed the subject to clear the air yet again. "Anyway, now is not the time to become conspiratorial," he said. "Life is ours to choose as I always say." I smiled at his old catch-phrase.