It's Raining Somewhere Else | A Subnautica FF (Markiplier x Reader) {EDITING}

Chapter Ten: Discoveries and Broken Trust

Mark stared at me.
"What do you mean-"
"Jack, Mark. Apparently, you nearly killed my older brother!" I turned around and spat.
"I told you I wouldn't hurt my best friend! I swear, it was his ex! I saw her!"
I clenched my fist tightly. I stared at him angrily in the eye. "Don't you dare lie to me, because if I found out you did, I'll most likely kill you." I snarl, he pales. He looks at me, pleadingly.
"(Y/N), you have to believe me!" He begs, stepping cautiously towards me.
I back away, extremely aggravated. I turned to the steering wheel.
"(Y/N)......you do believe me...right?" He placed his hand gently on my shoulder and I tense.
"Leave me alone." I growl lowly, and his hand was removed from my shoulder.
"You believe me, right...?"
"Go!" I snap, and he scrambles down the ladder and into the bottom of the Cyclops. I was then trembling, as I turned on the lights for the Cyclops, and we descended into the Grand Reef.

"Silver, silver, silver..." I repeat to myself as I crack open material deposits on the floor, being careful to watch out for sand sharks.
I crack another one, and there was a small sliver of silver, and I snatched it.
"Have you found anything?" Mark asks, and I didn't answer. I wasn't exactly on speaking terms. I keep swimming. Then, suddenly, my body was tackled by Mark, and snatched up into the higher depth with a Seaglide.
"Mark!" I gasped, surprised as he swam us both back towards the Cyclops. "What the Hell!"
"I'm sorry, there was a swarm of sand sharks you didn't see and you nearly got your leg bitten off!" He snaps, and I shrink in my swim suit. I felt bad for snapping at him, but Jack practically raised me. I followed him around like a dog when I was younger, and he raised me to be independent and to stand up for myself. But now, I feel selfish. I believed and loved Mark with all my heart, but with all the confusion about it, I wasn't thinking clearly.
He drags me into the Cyclops, and I immediately take off my diving gear, placing it in my locker. Mark does the same, silent. I then turn to Mark, who was hanging his oxygen tanks in the locker.
"Tell me the truth." I say shakily, looking down at my feet. "Tell me please, I want to know your side before I get to know his."
He closed his locker, and pulled me into his arms.
"I will." He says. "Just not now."
Somehow, he made my anger about him just melt. And I hugged him tighter and tighter as tears race down my face.

    The Sun had disappeared as we descended to the ocean floor, Mark was passed out on the bed in the large room. I had been awake for quite sometime, and I've been diving down into an area that was dark, but the glowing blue orbs were floating, and some looked gloomy. The ocean was a symphony of sounds, and it was infiltrating the Cyclops, calming my nerves. We kept descending deeper, until I reached a mushroom umbrella forest.  The interior lights were off, and the floodlights on the Cyclops gave me the picture of a dim forest of mushroom trees, and it looked beautiful to me. I pause the Cyclops, and just admired the calming view. The blues of the ocean were calming, even though the voice was returning.
"The ocean misses you." The deep voice whispers, and I stand still.
"Let me tell you what I wish I'd known. When I was young and dreamed of glory, you have no control: who lives, who dies, who tells your story." I hummed through the beginning of the song, and I sang my favorite part. "...I put myself back in the narrative. I stop wasting time on tears, I live another fifty years. It's not enough. I interview every soldier who fought by your side, I try to make sense of your thousands of pages of writings. You really do write like you're running out of time." I hum the rest of the song, reciting it in my head. I hummed to some of my sad songs, that then wrapped me in a musical blanket. It was like I was home again, instead of a terrifying ocean.
We dove as deep as the sea would let us, and we came to a halt in a glowing room of purple mushrooms. That's when I saw a shadow of a building, and my eyes widened.
I turned off my exterior lights, and decided I needed rest before I did any swimming.
"Come along, (Y/N). The ocean misses you." The voice suddenly invaded my head, and I stumbled backwards to the floor. "The ocean misses you." It whispered in my ears, repeating itself over and over again. I let out a cry, the voice was screaming in my ears now.
"The Degasi." It said, right before Mark raced in, pulling me to his chest as I cried.
"You're alright, you're alright." He soothes, as I let him envelope me in his arms. Tears were racing down my face and onto his shirt, and he knew something was wrong. "What's wrong?"
"I need to sleep, I need to sleep, I need to..." My voice fades out, as I tried to calm myself, yet it still wasn't working.
"Let's go to bed, then." He sighs worriedly, and then carries me to bed.

The morning came quickly, and I was ready to go. I was already in my diving gear when Mark had gotten up. He stares at me, confused.
"I thought we were only exploring by ship."
"Well, I found something that may help us find the Degasi!" I say excitedly, and he blinks twice at me and steps towards me. "Get in your gear, Fischbach! We're going swimming!"
He groans, and then goes to the ladder in the power generator and slides down it, disappearing to the bottom of the Cyclops. "I hate swimming!"
I smile and laugh, as I lock my helmet into place. "Get used to it, we're in the middle of the ocean!"
"I know and I HATE it!" He yells, I shake my head. I move to the ladder and slide down it. I rush to put the rest of my gear on, and the two of us fit in the Seamoth, barely. I sat in the driver's seat, and he sat beside my seat. I pressed the launch button, and the Cyclops lowered us into the water, and I quickly turned on my headlights, which reveals a base like ours. Mark took a sudden gasp, and he looked to me. On the side of the base, it said, 'Degasi, Alterra 0068'.
"I found it last night, but we needed to wait until morning so we could explore it." I answer, and I press the gas pedal, moving the Seamoth closer to the rusting base.
"It looks abandoned."
"It is." I answer. "I scanned it last night and the last power source for it exploded six years ago."
I stop the Seamoth by the hull door, and I climb out of the Seamoth. Mark follows suit, and I pull out my Seaglide. I turn on its flashlight, and I yelped when a cluster of Peepers dashed out from the flooded base's observatory on top. Mark laughs. I shine the light over the entire building, taking a shaky breath.
"They could still be alive."
"Let's hope they built a base near the Shallows." Mark answers, and he pushes open the hull door, which it slipped off its hinges. It floats to the floor of the hall, which scares some more fish by the Seamoth. I look to Mark, and he looks to me. The Seamoth's lights flooded halfway down the hallway, and the rest was as dark as night. Mark swims in, turning on his light from his Seaglide, and I follow suit. The long hall brought us to a giant room, where a massive hole in the side of the base was visible. I could see rusted wires and curled metal from where the generator was, as well as three desks, and several PDAs. Mark grabs them as quickly as he could, as I shine my light around the room. The walls were growing algae on them, and underwater lichen was covering every wall. Fabricators and outdated workbenches were either smashed by the blast and broken, or covered in algae and doesn't work. I noticed the ladder that led up, and I swam up through the hatch and into the ball of glass.
Several shatter proof windows were broken, and there was a desk in the middle. It was unbroken, and looked like it held important documents. So i set my Seaglide down on the floor so it shined on the desk, and I pulled open the drawer full of PDAs, computer chips, and labels for said computer chips. I gathered all of them, and put them in my suit inventory very quickly.
"Is there anything up there?" Mark calls through the intercom.
"Yeah, some PDAs and some files on some creatures." I answer as I pick up digital hard drives labels with, "4546b Creatures (Docile)" "4546b Creatures (Hostile)". I shove them into my inventory and I grab my Seaglide. I slide down through the hatch, and I was met by Mark. He swims through the hallway again, and I quickly follow him out to the Seamoth. He swims towards the Cyclops as I get into the Seamoth. Shivers were being sent up and down my spine, it was creepy. I hurry and dock the Seamoth into the Cyclops as Mark gets into the Cyclops via the hatch in the bottom. I open the hatches above in the docking bay, and I climb out. I sigh, unlatching my helmet and taking it off to take a clean breath of air. I close the hatches as I hear Mark climb up the ladder from the storage area in the hull.
"That's creepy." Mark says quietly. "So, we know they survived when they crash landed, but their bodies aren't..."
I sigh again, as I stand up. "Let's go home."

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