Iplier and Septiceye One-Shots and Imagines - Book 2

Peanut Butter Cookies (Markiplier)

The wind was crisp and cool.  Autumn leaves draped park benches and the concrete ground below you.  As you wrapped your scarf tighter across your neck, you took a sip of your hot chocolate and took a seat on a bench by the side of the road.  A jogger passed you, huffing and puffing.

Looking up at the sky, you noticed it was still a light grey, not signalling rain, but just cloudy above, the sun hidden behind a thin veil of darkness.  Ahead of you, a large pen for a dog park, where the dogs were running around freely without a leash.  Cheerful barking and yipping filled your ears, and you took off your earbuds to appreciate the quiet sounds around you.  The dogs, birds chirping in the trees, the sound of the wind whistling through the leaves and branches of the thin-barked trees all around you.

The smell of hot chocolate and coffee filled your senses, along with the smell of something warm and caring.  Food was being made somewhere near, and it took almost all your willpower not to follow the scent of home.

"Chica!  Down!" you heard, just before you felt a tug at your sleeve.  You turned to the side and the first thing you noticed was golden fur sitting beside you.  As you became accustomed to the sudden change to scenery, you realized it was a dog, its head inside your backpack, sniffing.  A man was trying to lift him up to put him on the ground, which he did after a while, panting at the effort.

"Bad Chica!" the stranger scolded him, pulling his nose away from whatever enticed him inside your open bag.  He turned to you with sorry eyes. "I am so sorry.  Chica must be eager to meet new friends, aren't you?" He chuckled, standing straight. "She's really hyper right now, she woke up from a three-hour nap, didn't you?"

"It's alright.  She's a cutie." you leaned forward and stuck your hand palm up for the Labrador to sniff, then started patting her. "I think I know why she wants to make friends with me." You turned back to your purse and opened up the smallest of the three pockets where you kept your snack.  You pulled out three peanut butter cookies wrapped in plastic wrap, showing them to the owner.  Chica barked, making you smile; found it.

"That would explain it," he chuckled.

"Does your dog want one?" you offered, unwrapping a bit of one of the cookies, putting the other two away for later use.  Chica sat down, panting at the food, looking up at you with large, pleading eyes, her tongue lolling out of the side of her mouth.

"Ah, one wouldn't hurt, I suppose.  Isn't that right, Chica-bica?" Mark crouched down, ruffling her fur. "Do you want a cookie?"

You unwrapped the treat and offered it to Chica, who bit it and gobbled it down in record time.  Licking her lips, she barked in approval and started sniffing your leg, nibbling on little crumbs that had fallen off the food.

"Thank you... I'm sorry, I don't think I caught your name," the stranger grinned.

"Ah, I'm (Y/N)," you said, offering your hand for a shake.  He took it, nodding.

"I'm Mark."

"It's nice to meet you, Mark," you smiled, getting up. "And it's wonderful meeting you too, Chica." The golden retriever barked and leaned her head into your open hand.  You smiled at the gesture, picking up your bag. "I have to go.  My break is almost over, so I better head back."

"Alright.  Well... oh, wait.  One second." He turned around, looking for something.  You smiled as he looked back up at you, his cheeks reddening. "Uh... give me a second."

"I can wait a bit longer." You started rummaging around in your backpack for your keycard while he fiddled with something in his hand.  Finally, he sighed, looking a mixture of relieved and distraught.

"Alright, well.  Never mind, then.  I was... yeah.  Oh, uh... your mug." He picked your mug off of the bench, smiling. "Smells good."

"You can never go wrong with homemade hot chocolate," you winked.

"I'll take your word for it." He handed you the beverage, smiling. "I'll see you around?"

"Maybe," you smiled, turning around. "Bye, Mark.  Bye, Chica." You petted the dog one more time and walked in the opposite direction.

You were sitting at your desk, a headache coming along and your mug still warm, the lid closed.  Outside had changed; the sun had come out around half an hour ago, basking the ground below you in warmth and a heated glow.  The branches still moved and shook, though, signalling that although the sun had come out, it was still quite windy.

You reached for your mug, and in doing so, nudged a piece of paper lodged between the lid and the mug, where the two met and sealed.  The paper fell onto your desk, showing a hastily written number on it.

I think Chica would like to see you again? was written on it in black ink.

You smiled, taking out your phone to put his contact information in.

"I would like to see her again, as well," you muttered to yourself, your headache disappearing almost instantly. "Good Chica."

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Word count: 877

I don't think this was requested by anyone, but I don't have my book with me so I can't check.  If you did request this, just let me know, but if not, I think this one was me.

See how unoriginal I would be if it wasn't for you guys?

Anyway, on another note: my hiatus is on and off; for now, it's a solid... on/off(?).  I'm working on it, I just need a bit more time.

That's what I always say.

My sleep schedule is currently running on five hours a night if I'm lucky.  If I'm not, a solid three will suffice, every one or two nights when I can't seem to close my eyes.

Listen to the songs in my bio.  They're my mood right now, and probably will be for the next while.

Thinking is tiring.  Not thinking is stressful.  Thinking is even more stressful.  Not thinking makes me feel guilty.

It's a cycle.

And, yeah.  Well, about my own life right now....

When I said I wanted an adventure, this wasn't really what I had in mind.

Sometimes I wish I could go back, but I know that this is the path I've chosen, so I must stay on it until it ends.

There's always an end to a road, somehow.

Anyway, let's not get too into that.  If I really need to rant, I'll do it in my random book.  But I don't think that's going to happen, so I'll leave you with this.

I'll see you in the next one.

Buh bye!