Picking Up the Pieces (Markiplier x reader)

Chapter 23

*Two days later*

"I'm going to an interview~" I sang while putting some lip balm. When I didn't reply, the staff said to wear something "casual", thus causing me to search up the meaning of causal on Google. I didn't know, so I freaked out and did my research. It was very useful, quite frankly.

So, I was just in a dress top and jeans. Casual, right? Finally looking for some legit criticism, Mark popped in at the right time, humming a song.

"Do I look casual?" I asked and faced him. The 27 year old eyed me, up and down, taking in every nook and cranny of my outfit. He placed his finger on his chin, letting out a soft "hmmmmmm....."

"You look fine." He only said and left. Quickly, I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him back inside the washroom.

"Mark, please, I need constructive criticism." I said.

"And I gave you all the criticism you need. They said you needed to look casual, and guess what? You look casual. You're basically ready to go." He repiled and looked back at me, his chocolate brown eyes, meeting my dull, (E/C) eyes.

"You're beautiful. That's all you need to know." He laced out pinky fingers together and I smiled while he chuckled. "Anyways, are you ready to go?"

"Yeah, let's bounce." We went downstairs and I grabbed my small purse with my phone and other important things in it and my cup of coffee. We soon left the apartment and jumped into the car, racing to the studio since we were a few minutes late. We rushed up to the floor that the interview was taking place and walked calmly to the front desk to act as if we weren't just running.

"Hello. How may I help you?" A happy woman with brightly coloured clothes was sitting in front of monitors and looked at us with a small smile.

"Hi, I'm (Y/N) (L/N), here for the interview." I said to the woman, the smile on her face slowly getting bigger as she got out if her seat and rushed over to my side.

"Ah yes, (Y/N). Grace was waiting forever for you. She's been rocking back and front in her seat in excitement because of you." I chuckled.

"Ah, yes. I'm Sandra, the girl who sent you the letter," She directed me to a room down the hall. "And like I said, the interview wouldn't be crazy long. Just a few minutes. Now, before we start," Sandra opened the door.

"Would you like to show your face?" I shook my head no. I know my face was ugly enough to break a mirror, so I don't want to start breaking cameras.

"Ok." She opened the door to reveal another woman in blue, sitting at a white table. The lady in blue got up from her seat to shake my hand. "(Y/N), this is Grace." I shook her hand and said hello to her.

"Now, it won't be live or anything, so feel free to correct your mistakes." Sandra said and I took my seat. "Grace, don't do anything stupid."

"We've been working together for 7 years, Sandra and you still don't trust me." Grace commented and rolled her eyes.

"I don't trust anyone. Yell if something happens. Have fun~" Sandra harmonized and closed the door while leaving, taking Mark with her. Now, all my attention was in the lady in all blue.

"Now, as you heard, it's ok to make mistakes; they're gonna be edited out. And if you feel uncomfortable with any of the question I ask you, you can pass, ok?" I nodded.

"Ok. Everything's Gucci." I chuckled as Grace was doing some touches on her hair.

"What's so funny?"

"3...." The camera man started to count.

"Nothing." I repiled. "I never imagined a news reporter would be using slang." Grace chuckled along side with me.

"2......"

"Well, I'm sorry if it's too unprofessional for you." I chuckled some more.

"And we're on." Grace instantly cut the act and her face became serious. Following, I stopped laughing as well.

"Welcome back to 24News and we're here with an exclusive interview with one of the strongest woman on this world, (Y/N) (L/N). 4 months ago, she was kidnapped, abused, raped, neglected and was weak in a dungon, but now, Miss (L/N) is now clarified as a physical abuse victim, a rape victim and other victim to several inhuman acts. Thank you for coming, (Y/N)."

"Thanks for having me." I repiled.

"Now, before we get into deeper things, let's first scrape the surface. You now hold the title of the world's strongest woman to some sources. How does that feel?" She asked.

"In all honesty, I feel flattered. Going though that disaster, I was falling back into a dark area I was in before because I grew up with anxiety and depression, and just when I thought I got passed that, I've fallen back into that dark place when that freak accident happened." I said with extra hand movements you see people do.

"And I know that a lot of ladies have been though my situation before, or is going though it right now and thinking I hold that golden title? I keep thinking that one of those rape victims should be hold this title, not me."

"Such strong words." Grace said. "Now if you don't mind, we'll be getting into touchy question, if you're fine with that."

"Please, ask away." Grace chuckled.

"Now, we heard that your friends and boyfriend did majority of the searching, with the help of police obviously, but the you say that a complete stranger found you in that so called "dungon". Your initial thoughts?" She read from a paper the same colour as her clothes.

"It was out of complete coincidence," I started. "The fact that a stranger, Andre, heard my screams from that disgusting place was like a light shining down from above and I couldn't thank him anymore."

"At the hospital, I couldn't stop thanking him because, well, he literally saved my life. Two more minutes in that hole and I would have been dead."

"I'm pretty sure he understands that he's a superhero now." We chuckled.

"But now, do you feel like your friend's hard work have gone to waste when Andre found you?"

"Oh not at all." I gasped. But the I hesitantly went over my answer in my head. 'They were searching for me. Hell, they filed the missing person's report. Oh crap...'

"Ummmm...." I said. 'It's not about looking good for the camera, (Y/N) you need to appreciate your friends effort.'

"Yeah, no, their hard work will not go unnoticed. They've worked all day and night to look for me, they were on the bridge of losing their job because of me and I'll never take that for granted." 'Improvising skill at a all time high (Y/N)!'

"Ahh, only if I had friends like yours." Grace mumbled.

"Parden?"

"Nothing. Anyways....."

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Lots of more questions were asked, lots of more answered were given, and lots of more story telling was happening. Sooner or later, the interview ended with me and Grace shaking hands and me shaking hands with the camera man. I exited out of the room to see Mark standing outside the door, biting his nail.

"What's worng with you?" I asked and he turned to face his head my way quickly.

"Huh?" He asked, completely confused.

"Nothing. Let's go. This interview made me hungry." I said and we left the office, saying our goodbyes to Sandra at the front.

"Was it nerve wreaking?" Mark asked as we entered the car. To be honest, I was a little scared that they'll ask questions about my past or smothing, but it didn't get to that point fortunately.

"I should be asking you that. It looked like you were breaking a sweat, even though you're not the once being asked the question." He laughed and dismissed it, turning up the volume on the radio.