Picking Up the Pieces (Markiplier x reader)

Chapter 44

I danced to 'Danger' by BTS while cleaning up the room. I was in a very happy mood for no certain, or maybe because tonight is the fight and my sadistic self is wants to really fight someone because I want to prove that no one has the right to look down at me. All these people that I've fought, they just think I'm a dog without leash, but tonight's the night where I make a name for myself. It's time that this school knows who (Y/N) (L/N) is!

"You're thinking too hard, stop that." Rachel commented while walking into the room. I snapped out of my daze and snickered. "You make a weird perverted face when you think. so don't think at all, please."

"Whatever you say, captain." I replied. I continued to clean up and dance while Rachel took a seat on her bed, grabbing one of her books on the book shelf. Even though I didn't know any Korean, I mumbled along to the beat, and made an attempt to say some of the words in Korean.

"You're not Korean, stop singing please." She said. I ignored her and continued to sing, but louder than before. "Why shall you put me through this? What did I do to deserve this?" She whined.

"Because you underestimated the power of the seven sexy boys named BTS!" I responded. "My seven sexy boys."

"Why do you even listen to them? Never mind that, why do you listen to K-pop in a whole?" She raised one of her brownish black eyebrows at me. Shocked, I dropped my broom and paused my music.

"Two reasons. One, because it's better that today's pop music," I picked up my broom while educating this poor girl. Rachel knows little to nothing about K-pop, and here I am, the greatest roommate there ever is, playing the teacher role and educating my friend. "And two, they're literal perfection. If you search up the definition of perfection, Kim Namjoon, Taehyung, Seokjin, Min Yoongi, Park Jimin, Jung Hoseok and Jeon Jungshook will pop up." I said. She rolled her eyes.

"Jungshook?" She furrowed her eyebrows.

"It's a inside joke, don't worry. But all you need to know is that once you Jimin, you can't Jimout." She looks perplexed, but I don't blame her. I left her in her confused state, continuing to clean and sing horribly.

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"(Y/N), pass the AUX cord." Andrea asked. I looked back at her. If did, it could go two ways. Way one, was that she would play some fire that will more than likely burn us alive. or way two, she would play Taylor Swift or something.

"You better not play trash." I said. She put on her song, and started dancing, but the rest of us wasn't having it. "I legit just told you not to play trash."

"Shut up," She repiled. "Thomas the Tank Engine isn't trash." (That is true. Fight me if you disagree) Just before she could continue with dancing, Jayden pulled the cord from her and played his own music, which was actually better than what Andrea played. He played 'Anaconda' by Nicki Minaj.

"And you don't call this trash?"

"It's better than the theme song to a T.V show which's democracy is three year olds." I repiled as we pulled up to the scene. Cars and cars were already here before us, and even more were coming after us. We jumped out of the car, walking up to the group of people that was around another stage. Again, there was another celebrity preforming on the stage while the crowd was dancing along. 'Where and how do they find these people to preform here?' I shook my head at the thought, pushing it to the back of my head. A few more minutes, the person finshed preforming and out came our MC.

"Hey hey hey Mama Maria students!" He started while dancing along to the back ground music. The crowd went ape shit. "Ah yes, the night we've all been waiting for. I've seen some people in the West end have some beef with people in the other sections, but we're not gonna talk about that now."

"But onto something more important; the points." He said. "Ah you all know, this is like any other scoring system, the coast with the highest points, wins, and obviously gets a prize. This year's prize is one, a paid dinner to a top quality Korean BBQ, and two, utter respect from the other coasts."

"Which means, if the winning coast wants something from the other coasts, they have to give it up no matter what. That's the time where y'all wish you never brought anything expensive. Now, nevermind the prizes, how about the people who actually won the prizes?" A model walked up onto the stage with an black and red envelope in her hands, that had the school's initials on it, which looked like blood.

"And the winners are~" He sang, leaving crown in anticipation. Us on the felid were so quiet, no one dared to make a noise. The only nose that you can hear is the sound of nature and the sound of Chase opening the envelope that he took from the model.

"......East side....." The people from the East started to cheer, but it didn't look like Chase was done.

"Y'all better kiss goodbye your belongings because the West Coast won!" Everyone from the West started to jump around in joy. Andrea and I held hands as we bounced arund like little children on a sugar rush. "The girls winning with 167, while the West boys just passing East Coast with 145! Congratulations, West Coast!" A bright smile formed on all of the children from the West Coast ad we heard the other teams clapped for us. But some of the girls from the other coast were only whispering to each other.

"And before you get ideas, the West won fair and square. Nothing was done to change up the scores. Now to start this fight, please divide yourself into your respective groups and wait for instructions on the other side of the felid. Go, go, go!"

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We divided ourself into our coast, and stood in a weird square on the field, the East facing the West and the North facing the South, and it was divided by genders as well, so there was two weird looking squares. Chase was in the middle, flirting with some of the girls in the North side. Some people threaded him to start, which is where he stopped talking to them and started to talk.

"Alright," He started, looking at the different coasts. "Now, we come to the end of the Mama Maria School of The Arts Student Wars, which is sad because I actually had fun this year; seeing some students show their ture colours and what talented they brought to this school. This year, it was something else this year and it's sad to see it end." He said, and the crowd pouted along side him.

"But guess what? We're not ending this shit on that sappy note, we're going to end this game with an exciting finish. Anyone want to say anything before we start? Anyone want to confess? No one? Alrighty then,"

"Ladies, gentlemen let's have a clean fight, at the end, we all love each other, well maybe not the East and West, but still, all coasts love each other, and we're only here to have fun. No grudges shall be hold against each other, and if you do, you're going to have a hard time. So, let me shut up and at the sound of the alarm, we can start our Student Wars fight!" Everyone cheered.

(AN: Proper AN in the next chapter.)