The Human Race | Darkiplier X Reader

THIRTEEN |

S/f/c - Second Favorite Color
S/t - Skin Tone
Crage - Orphanage

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Y/n's POV
(Still)

I smile and wave as I walk away from my best friends mom's house.

Miss. Fischbach is my favorite adult.

I chuckle at the thought.

Wait! I'm an adult now!!!

My slight chuckle turns into a laugh while I stroll down the tunnels to get to the first quarter.
Mark's house isn't too far from his mother's because he could never leave her completely.
Soon his colorful house comes into view.
But his house isn't the first thing I notice. The first thing I notice is the brown one right next to his.

Does he have a new friend?
If so I'm so proud of him.

Reaching his house I lift up my hand and go to knock in the door, but stop myself. I feel so nervous and I don't know why.
Maybe it's because I won't be going back to my mom's house anymore. I'm better off without her, but even though she's rude to me it's still sad to think about.
Shaking my head to break out my trance, I knock on the door.

*Knock-Knock*

*Knock-Knock*

The door opens to reveal the black haired, brown eyed man that I owe my life to. I don't know what I would do if he wasn't my friend.
"Y/n!" He cheers and pulls me into a bone crushing hug.
"Can't....breath.......bones..slowly........breaking......" He let's go and I gasp for air.
"Sorry." Mark apologizes while rubbing the back of his neck.
"It's fine." I reassure him.
"Gonna let me in?" I ask.
He nods and walks away from the door, letting me walk in.
I do so and close the door behind me.
"Excited?" He asks.
"Of course!" He smiles.
"Good because I have a friend coming over later I want you to meet." He tells me.
"Is it the person who lives in that green house?" I ask.
"Yup." He says and collapses onto his couch.
"He's gonna come over for dinner." I sit down next to him.
"Glad to see you're making friends." I pay him on the shoulder.
"Yeah yeah," He smirks.
"Just go set your things in your room." I nod and stand from the couch.
I then pick up my backpack long with the bag Miss. Fischbach gave me and walk to my new room. When I open the door I see the very comfy bed in the corner of the room.

I cannot wait to sleep on that.

Mark was gonna give me his old one when he left his mom's place, but I knew my mom would sell it or probably destroy it. So I told him I wanted to wait until I moved into his place. Walking over to the bed I see something on it.
"What the?" I whisper and pick the item up.
"No way." I say, astonished.
In my hand was a f/c sweater.
My fingers graze over the soft fabric.
"Is he serious?"
There is also a pair of jeans and a s/f/c shirt.
"He's amazing." I smile and throw my bags onto the floor.
I rip off my old dirty clothes and put on the nice, new, clean ones.
Never in my life have I felt so comfortable.
The sweatshirt has to be my favorite. It's so fluffy on the inside that it makes your insides feel warm and fuzzy too. It's also a bit baggy to where the sleeves go past my s/t hands.

"Y/n?" Mark knocks on my door.
"Yeah?" I reply.
"Um, that guy I was talking about is here. Dinner is also done." I smile and run over to the door, swinging it open.
"What food?" I ask.
"Chicken and dumplings of course." He chuckles.
"Then let's go!" I run past the man and into the livingroom that is connected to the kitchen.
That's when I spot a man who is about as tall as Mark with brown hair and beautiful blue eyes.
"Oh hi!" He smiles big and waves to me.
"You must be the sister Mark is always talking about." I blush.
"That would he me." Mark walks in the room and steps beside me.
"I can see you two are talking." I roll my eyes.
"I'm Y/n." I stick out my hand for the man to shake.
"Sean, but most people call me Jack." We shake hands.
"Nice to meet you Jack." I say.
"You too Y/n."
The smell of chicken and dumplings fills the air causing my stomach to growl really loud.
My face heats up out of embarrassment.
"Sooooooo....food?" I ask, looking back at Mark.
"Food." He confirms and we all walk into the kitchen.

~ ~ ~

We all ended up talking and laughing for hours. Jack is really funny and really nice. I can see how someone like him would get along very well with Mark.
"So what quarter are you from?" I ask him.
"The third quarter, you?"
"I'm from the fourth and Mark's from the second." I tell him.
"Must be nice to move up to the first from the fourth." I nod.
"You being so close to my quarter, you must feel the same." I say and tale the last bite of the third bowl of food.
"Yeah," He agrees.
"I lived a few tunnels away from the third market; not a good area." He says.
"Must have been hard to leave your parents." I say while taking a sip of water.
He goes silent.
"I...uh..don't have parents." I nearly choke on my water.
"I'm so sorry." I apologize after nearly dying.
"No it's fine. I've never met them and don't know who they are. I lived in a crage." My eyes go wide.
"Crages are horrible. Those thick metal bars as doors just give me shivers. They're just like jails." I shiver at the thought.
"I still go back and visit the younger kids there sometimes." He says.
"Aww, that's so sweet." Mark coos.
"The least I can do is bring them some good food with all the money we make here." Mark and I nod and the conversation continues with is changing topics.