I can love a block of wood (septiplier nutcracker AU)

Chapter 2

He was Prince Mark Edward Fischbach, however, he just went by Markiplier. He felt that it would do better if things weren't too formal around him. He only let one person call him Mark and it was his older brother. Thomas was to be the king since their parents were going to hand down the crown to him, but he suddenly fell ill. No one knew what had happened or what he had except for the Felix. He was the king's advisor and a respectable magician. The advisor always did what was best for the kingdom, or so they all thought. Now it was the prince that went to the Royal advisor and begged him to help his brother one day...

"Please, Felix! He is dying! I can't lose my brother!" Mark told him as he walked with Felix. They were in his personal study, high above others in a tower.

"I'm sorry Markiplier, but I can't do anything."

"I don't believe that. You are the greatest magician this kingdom has EVER seen! You have healed the sick who were closer to death than him!"

"That doesn't mean I know what is going on with him enough to help."

"Then go see him." Felix shook his head but didn't react when Mark slammed his hand down on his desk. Papers scattered away from his hands like they were trying to escape him. "Come ON Felix! Just HELP him!"

"No!" Felix finally snapped at him, his voice raised and angry. Mark huffed angrily, glaring at him before he started to storm out. however, he caught a glimpse in the mirror. In the mirror he didn't see a human Felix as he should have, he saw a rat. A rat standing on two legs and looking back at him as he left. This wasn't what he should be seeing. Something was wrong. Their eyes met and Mark turned back at him so he didn't have to see this standing rat. "Is everything alright?"

"Everything is... fine," Mark told him with a hopefully calm voice before turning and leaving. When the door closed he bolted down the stairs to the 2nd floor, where his parents and Thomas were. Thomas hasn't left his room since he fell ill so his parents were always there. "Mom, dad!" He said as he got in. "I need to tell you something- Mom? dad?" Mark looked at them confused when they wouldn't turn and look at him.

"Why, Mark?" His mother asked with such a sorrowful, weak voice. The sound of hurt and betrayal.

"Why what?"

"Why would you do this to your brother? He loved you..." Mark looked wounded. Them thinking that he had poisoned his own brother was a painful idea that he couldn't handle.

"I didn't do anything... Why do you think I did this to him?" He walked to them and went to their side. "Mom? Dad?" His father cleared his throat before speaking.

"Felix told us... a lot of things." Mark's fear grew, wondering what lies his parents were fed and led to believe.

"What? When?"

"Earlier." What did Felix say?

"What did he tell you?"

"That you had slipped something into your brother's drink, how you have been craving power too much and has been hurting others to get it, sneaking out to see that witch, Amy, to get her help to 'get rid' of us."

"Dad, that isn't true! None of that is true!" The sound of his voice, pleading and distressed, hurt his parents. But not as much as the thought that their youngest was trying to hurt them.

"Are you calling Felix a liar?" His father turned and looked down at his son with hard eyes. A mask for the pain.

"Yes! I saw something when I went up there, ok? I-"

"I don't want to hear it." Mark was cut off harshly. Behind his father, his mother was starting to cry. "You hurt this family and do not deserve a place in it."

"Dad, plea-"

"Enough! Don't you DARE call me dad!" Mark trembled as he looked up at the king. "Get out and don't come back, or I WILL have you executed." Mark took a small step back. "OUT!" Then he ran, tears pouring down his face. Ran down the marble stairs and past the eyes of ever servant that also thought he was trying to kill his brother. Felix watched from his tower as the prince ran away from the castle and smirked. His plan was going smoothly.

"One down, three to go." He went to his crystal ball and viewed the prince stumbling through the town. All the townspeople looked worried as they watched but didn't stop him. Everybody just got out of the way. He managed to run through the town without a problem and stopped just at the border of the town in an alleyway, panting laboriously. The prince was still sobbing and used the edge of his sleeve to wipe his tears away. Wiping them didn't stop the tears though. They kept falling. Mark was silent as he leaned back against the wall, closing his eyes, then slid down. 'i didn't do it...' he thought to himself. 'Why would Felix say...' then he lifted his head slowly.

"That... he did it... How could I have been so stupid!" He hit himself in the forehead with the heel of his hand and then ran them both through his hair. "How did I not see I sooner..." He murmured to no one. For a while, he just sat there in silence and watched the wall next to him underneath his arm, even when he heard footsteps come closer to him.

"Prince Mark." He looked to the side and saw Felix, then stood up quickly.

"You..." A slow trickle of anger started from his chest.

"I what?"

"You LIED to my parents! You told them i-" More anger seeping through his stomach.

"No, I didn't lie."

"Yes, you did! I never poisoned Thomas!" Anger going through his arms and legs.

"Mark, you did poison him. I had caught you. Remember?"

"No." through his palms.

"Thomas had wanted some nuts, so you went down to the kitchen, where you found some of the rat poison."

"No!" through his feet.

"However that wasn't what you were looking for. So you kept looking around. You couldn't find anything so you just went on to crack some nuts like he wanted. On your way up you bumped into me while I was carrying some of my potions and poisons."

"I never bumped into you!"

"And when everything fell you took poison and slipped it into your pocket, then went to the library, where he was studying. I had followed of course since I saw you put it in your pocket."

"I didn't take anything from you!"

"He had a glass of water beside him. You knocked it over to make it look like an accident and offered to get him more. You gave him the nuts, took the glass and stepped out. You put the poison in the glass instead of water since it looked the same and tasted the same. He drank it. All of it. And you left him. I confronted you and you threatened me, so I couldn't do anything."

"None of that is true!" Anger finally reaching his fingers and circling inside of him.

"True, but they won't know that. I will be making sure of that." Mark went to attack him in a nearly blinding rage but Felix was faster at casting his spell.

"Du är en nötknäppare!" A bolt of lightning came out of the staff that Felix was carrying and hit the man square in the chest. By the time he hit the ground the spell had finished taking effect and there laid a nutcracker, a man of wood to be used.

The godfather finished his story there and set the Nutcracker down, leaving Jack in suspense. "But godfather, how did YOU get him?" He just smiled and looked at the time on the grandfather clock.

"You two best get going. Your mother and father wouldn't like it if you were late getting home."