Wake Up (Damein/ Darkiplier Fanfiction)

C H A P T E R •F O U R•

(shall we shake things up a bit?)

William:

"How can you be so flippant?" Damien's voice was loud and accusatory.

"Flippant! I'm taking this matter very seriously!" I rebuttaled, letting my anger seep through my voice.

"Oh don't give me that horseshit! I know you hated him, but, god damn it, he reached out to you!" I felt the urge to laugh at his statement, aside from the anger bubbling in my stomach.

"Oh what do you want from me?" I growled, leaning towards him slightly. Mark really was a bastard, taking my friendship and ruining that as well.

"Well I want you to care!" He sounded like a child, begging me to do something I never would. I couldn't care about that ass anymore, not after what he did to me. Still, I couldn't lie and say that a part of me wasn't still mourning about the loss of Mark, not the one who was laying over on the floor, but the child that was my best friend, the one who I would never think would take what he took from me. 

"Just because I'm not weeping like a child doesn't mean that I don't care." I said truthfully. I just didn't care about the Mark he had lost today. I cared about the Mark we lost years ago.

"I can't believe you. You come and find me when you pull your head out of your ass! Excuse me." Damien left, pushing a figure out of the doorway to leave.

"Damien, I don't-! Oh! Ah, good to see you again! You were quite the rapscallion at last night's festivities. But you're probably here to help the detective with his "investigation of murder"." I noticed the person Damien pushed to leave was Y/N. A new face that I was growing welcome to see. I ignored the thunder that struck in the background, "anyway, I'll help you; I'll tell you what happened to our dear friend Mark." I mimicked Marks winny, arrogant voice.

"'Oh! Look at me! My name is Markiplier, now! Forget all my friends or the people who helped me along the way! Just look at my money! Oh, I need to pay people to be my friends! Ha-ha-ha! You like me? Too bad. Oh, glug-glug! Oopsie poopsie. I can't hold my booze. Gotta go off to the little boys' room. Who wants to join me? I'm gonna go there upon my stairs. My house has more than one staircase. Oh, look at me and how great I am! Oh no, I'm falling. Aah, I'm dead.'And that's what happened. Probably, anyway. So, if you need to corroborate this story with anybody else just be on your way and investigate the entire house. Go now, I'll be here when you're done." I dismissed Y/N and sat down, holding my head in my hands. I couldn't believe what was happening. He already tore apart our friendships once, and now that sicko had to go and die, just when we were getting to be close again. And to put the cherry on top of the cake, now I was feeling remorseful. I had shoved the sadness deep inside of me, the part of myself that missed the people who I used to be closest with, my dearest Paige and Mark. Paige. I shot up, leaving the room swiftly to find her. 

I wandered a bit, but couldn't find her. Remorse and guilt pooled in my stomach, I fought to keep it at Bay. Mark deserved to die, he was an ass. Paige was strong, she'd be fine, I'd find her later. She'd be fine. 

I took a deep breath and discontinued my search, climbing the starts to the bedrooms. 

Paige:

I sat outside on a bench, staring out into the garden, tears falling down my face in an endless stream. It was quite cold, I knew that in the back of my mind, but I couldn't bear to even put more then two percent of my thoughts on that fact. I couldn't even feel the cold aside from on my numb lips and cheeks. My arms, legs, hands, feet, everything was hot hot hot. Y/N had tried to talk to me, see if I knew anything. They sat and let me talk for five minutes about nonsense memories before giving me a sad smile and leaving.