Mackenzie's pov
Last stop of the tour. I'd told Mark that after the tour I was going back to LA and I didn't leave any room for argument when I'd left the area shortly after the announcement. Right now I was sitting at a park waiting for the show to end. I usually disappeared during the show. I couldn't watch Cassidy cheer on Ethan when all I could think about was how badly he'd get hurt. I didn't want to see Ethan fall for the plastic gold digger. And I admit, a small part of me is jealous too but most of me just cares so much that it doesn't want to see him hurt.
Ethan's pov
Some of Cassidy's friends were at this show so afterwards when I couldn't find her I asked her friends. "Hey, do you know where Cassidy is?" They stopped their conversation and looked at me, taking bitch stance. "You must be one of that loser's friends?" One of them said. "Who?" I asked, interrupting their giggle session. "That idiot she's dating, of course. Like, he has to be extremely dumb not to realise she's just after his cash. Like, oh my gosh, what was his name again? Eric or something?" The other said. "Ethan. My name is Ethan. So back to my question, where is Cassidy." They went pale as they pointed. I stormed off. "Hey babe." Cassidy sung when I found her. "I can't believe it. Mackenzie was right. You are just after my money. We're through. I hope I never see your face again. Get out of here." Cassidy scoffed. "That bitch. She's so hideous." Cassidy remarked. "I said, get. Out." When she didn't move I added, "now." She scurried off, ungracefully. "I have to find Mackenzie."
Mackenzie's pov
I was just sitting on the bench watching the kids play when several people approached me. "Well, well, well, what do we have here? Markiplier's little worthless whore of a sister. What a bitch she is. Thinking that if she cake down to LA she'd get fame. Is that it? Is that why your here? You're just a fucking gold digger aren't you? You're so ugly. My god, are you sure your actually his sister?" I got up and began walking away. "Hey! Where are you going? We're not done with you yet!" Than I felt something cold pour over me. I froze, gasping. "Oh no! Turns out water doesn't kill the wicked witch of the west. Maybe ice cream and ketchup is better." An ice cream cone was stuck to my forehead as they squirted ketchup on me. "Are you done yet? Can I go now?" I said. "Yeah, go ahead." I left. "Mackenzie!" I heard a familiar voice call out as I continued walking. "Shit." I muttered
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Markiplier's little sister(crankgameplays fanfic)
FanfictionMackenzie Fishbach has always been known as Mark's little sister, and she's sick of it. She wants someone to finally see her as her own person. She's so much more than just that famous guy's little sister and she just wants someone to see that. But...
