Lost Girl (Markiplier x Reader) COMPLETED

Chapter 17: I Thought You Were Dead...

"Here you go, yummy apple pie," Mark said, as he placed a plate down.

It smelled amazing, and I dove right in, taking large mouthfuls of the sweet dessert. Mark chuckled at my eagerness and I ignored him by drowning out everything, and focusing on only the pie. Once I finished, Mark stared at me astonished.

I burped, and grew red on my shameless ways.

"You must really like apple pie," Mark said." I'm guessing you never had it before?"

I nodded," Didn't have food like this at asylum. Only stale oatmeal and old mashed potatoes."

"My god, I don't understand on how people can just be so fucking cruel," he said, in unbelief." If anyone heard about what they were doing, that place would be shut down."

I shook my head, and Mark grew confused on the response.

"What?" he said.

"People don't like us, different and weird. Don't wanna tolerate people like us," I stated." Considered useless and unwanted, so don't care. Also don't want us out in world."

Mark grew furious," But that's so unfair! You guys didn't do ANYTHING wrong. Just because you guys are not like them, they shouldn't give a single shit? Who gives a damn! If they were in your place, maybe they would start to care, but that's just it! There aren't in your place, so in their ways, it's not their problem. Sympathy has been nonexistent within the last couple of years, and it's truly saddening.....I'm sorry. I get really frustrated with this stuff, and I let my anger get the best of me."

"It okay. People don't understand. What they don't understand they fear, and fear makes people do bad things....," I consulted Mark." We viruses that need to be exterminated, that's why we live there so we can stay alive. Could be worse."

"I can see why you ran away from the place," Mark said." It kinda confuses me on why these people are still after you though, and the extremes they go just to capture you....is there something you're not telling me?"

"I told you everything already," I responded.

He shook his head," Well, not everything. You never told me on what you did in there. You said they made you do things, and you never really evaluated more on the matter. I can understand at the time, but we are on the subject so you might as well just tell me now. So what kind of things did they make you do?"

I glance away, not wanting Mark to know the horror things I have done in that place. I never want him to see what I can really do with these powers, and have him frighten of me. I had something good going on with Mark, I wasn't about to mess it all up for such a stupid reason. I have already let these people ruin my life once, I am not gonna have them haunt me no more. Too many people have been lost because of them, not Mark too.

"Don't need to know," I said, clearly avoiding this topic with Mark.

"Why not?" Mark pushed.

"Because said no," I replied, getting up from the tiny table.

Mark got up as well," What are you hiding from me that it's so bad? I deserve to know after all the shit we've been through together?"

"Said no!" I snapped.

I rushed to the bathroom trying to locked myself in to get away from Mark, but Mark saw my intention's. Before I could reach the door's handle, Mark grabbed hold of my arm and yanked me away. I pulled out of his strong hold of me, and made a dash to exit the enclosure of the hotel's room.

"(Y/N), stop!!!" Mark screamed."We can talk about this!"

Too late though, I was running away from Mark's words. I kept running, not even knowing where I was going. I could hear Mark's shouts and footsteps coming after me, and that only made my speed go faster. There was no reasoning from my running, but I couldn't bring myself to stop. I felt like if I did, I won't stop in time. My results ending in a crash and burn, and the pain being unbearable.

Mark can never know......

Mark can't know......

Mark can never know what I've done......

Please I don't want him to know........

I WON'T LET MARK KNOW!

"Ahh!" I shrieked, as I tripped.

My already terribly scraped knees wounds made the fall hurt even more, and the cuts re-opened. Hearing Mark was getting closer, I look next to me and view an alleyway. Quickly getting up, I hid behind a dumpster, as not to get spotted. Exhaling as quietly as I could, I sense Mark passing by the alleyway. I sighed in relief, and took in my surroundings.

Currently more aware of the situation, I realized how badly I had fucked up. Why am I like this? I overreact too greatly, where I could be more sensible and tell Mark to change subjects....but no. I mess up as always, and run away from away from my problems.

I need to stop doing this, that's why everything ends the ways it does for me. I can't let the same thing happen to Mark, I can do better this time......I know I can.

Getting up, I begin to walk out of the alleyway, to find Mark and apologize for my childish behavior. Before I could, from the corner's of my eyes, a figure zooms by.

What the....

Hands grasp behind me, and I flinched. Immediately I break from the person's grip and turn to face the figure. A man who seemed to be maybe around 5'8 or 5'9 feet tall, dressed in a dark hoodie, and his face concealed, stood in front of me. Something about the man felt familiar, and almost nostalgic.

"Who are you?" I asked.

The man inched closer to me almost threateningly, and I took a step back. He seemed to chuckled, but it seemed crackly and menacingly. Bad vibes escaped this guy, and I knew he was defiantly going to cause some trouble. I started to back away from the guy even more, and looked for a open view to run.

"What do you want?!" I yelled at the creepy man.

He laughed even harder, and it almost sounded like.....no, it can't be.

"Y̸̯͖̩͍̭͈̅̄̄͆͑̀̈́̂̈̕ǫ͇̟͉͙̟̯͈̐̃͂͗͌̿͊͂͊̚͟ú̬͙̱͎̩̓̈́́̀͒̉̾ t̷̛̳͈͉̙̱̤̣͔̽̊̌͊̈́̆̏͐ḩ̵͇̠͇̝̞̮̿͗̎͌̈͛̑̚͞o̷̢̡̥͍̦̬̬͚̒̊̑̑̂͛̃̾̃͟ͅǘ̴̞̹̫̖͍̯̮́͋̏̒ģ̨̟̪͎̯̖̹̫̮̽̓̋̒̇̎̒̍̚h̛͎̭̺̳̲́̎͆͐͆̿̋͢ͅt̡̠̠̯̥̙̞̘̒͋̋̑́͜ I͖̺͚̼͓͇̿͑͑́̆͊͋̈͗̕͟ͅ w̨̨̩͙͖̯̘̤͛̓̂̈́̄͑͑̊̂͘ͅḁ̭̼̺̣̺̹̟̹́͛̌͆͑̽͟͡ş̫̻͉͔̳̦̓̀́͂́͞ g̵̹̪̖͈̼̝͈͎̏̀͌̆̎̐̆͞͞ó̢̧̺͎̱̮̇́͂̽̚͢͜͢͢͞n̶̨̟͕̺̖̭͒͛̂͗̑̂̌͆͠ę̴̹̙͙̱̀̀́̎̍̄̕.̢̭̟̟̫̀̈́̄̇̇͘.̵̰̥̳͓̼̔̍̃̆͛͌̃̇͒.̸̨̺̟̰̤̼͔̮͈̗̒͂̔̅̕̕.̟̹̣̯͉̎͑͐̾̎͂̐̕͘.̡͇̠͇͈̰̈̈͑̀͛̊̊̊͟͝.̢̘͚͖̞́̄͆̔̄̒͗̈̇̚͜b̧̩̯̱̝̙̫͕͚̉̃̌̃̑̍͑̕͜u̷̡̟̝̤̥͎͎͌̏̅̉̂̏̚͜ţ̸̫͉̘̪͐̇͑͗̐ I̶͓̩̫̤̜̅̅̋̋̂͘'̸͍̻̘̳̗̤͚̪͛͐̊̂̋̅̅͢͝͠͞v̵̨͓̜̯̪̼͙͎̳̎̃͐̉̇̈́̀ḛ̡̛̞͙̮͓͙͊͒̈̂͒͒͘͢ͅ b̨̡̘̺̪̽̈́́͆̋̉̉̇̈͡é̵̡̨̬͇̥̯̤͖̦͒͌̉͞ͅę͍͇̥̻́́͛̚͝ň̶̢̡̛̠̞̙͙̳͗͐̄̕̕ͅ h̢͉̳̬̮̐̓͐̎̈́͛̕̕e̷̢̘̳̖̅́̃̉̄͐͊̓̂̚ͅr̢̛̤̩̺̲̦̘͍̝̈́́͂̏̎͟e̶̗̮̥̗̪̮̝̱̓͑̅̂͞ ț̨̘͖̼̳̽̈́̎̌̓̀͘̚h̴̖̱̗̞͇̲̞͆͛̓̾͡i̸̧̗̟̙͈͈̍̍͆́̄͟͜s̛̟̙̹̦͔̽̀̈̕͞ e̷̘͇̣͔̤͎̠͛̈̇̓̈́͌͘͘͡n̨̪̬̱̥̙̈̆͒̅̄̓̎̒̐̀t̛̞̦͖͓̰̺̠̤̎̐̑͡ï̸̡̛͚̫̳̯̜̀̒̐͘͞͠͠ͅr̸͚̭͈̺̝̪͑̅͗̒̅͟͟ḛ̷͇͇̣̼͚̖̼̎̽͐̐͝͞ t̶̢̧̛͍̗͈̜͌͒̿̍̌͗̐̒̚ȉ͓͖̦͖͕͉̋͑̓̅͋̉̆͢͢͞͠ͅṁ̧̡̰͚̠̘͓̗̒̂̽͟͞e̢̺͍͈̙͌͛̏̄͂," the man spoke out.

I knew who this person was, and I felt my eyes widen with tears running down my face," Sean?"