Every year your school had a parents' night. We're all the parents and guardians could hear about their kids mostly. The parents talk to all the other parents and the kids just roam school plain as that.
You haven't socially for a long time so you sat in the cafeteria where all the adults were. You had that scarf on. Though it seems to take a different form. The scarf turned to glasses.
You didn't mind the modification. The glasses looked good on you. Even your mom said so.
You like staying in the cafeteria, it's where all the 9th-grade projects were. Yours was at the far end of the room. Only a few parents were in the cafeteria, but one keeps catching your eye. A well-dressed man writing in a bull-skin notebook, jetting down random notes in it. Then he walked up to your project, placing something in front of it. He shut his book before vanishing behind another project.
You bolted across the room. Picking up a similar book to that man. You opened with no second thought. Inside the first page was a note.
Kid. Do you want to get to know who I am? Ask a man only known as Markiplier. He will answer all your questions. Though he might be hard to find. I can't help you with finding him. That's all now kid. You'll see me again. Until then.
The Host
After you read the note it disappears. Who is this Markiplier guy? You thought. Shoving the book into your bag, you heard your mom call you across the cafeteria telling you it was time to go.
Once you got home, you wanted to search up Markiplier. But you were really tired and had to walk Diego. So you called Diego for his walk. Once you got back from the walk you sat on your bed. Then you got changed for bed. You cuddle up with Diego and went off to sleep.
A/N:
Sorry for the long wait on this chapter. I had a lot of stuff going on. Hope you guys enjoyed it. Also, I changed the scarf to glasses. I thought it would be easier to write into the book.-Max Signing Off
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The Child of The Host (Hostxchildreader)
FanfictionFirst every story don't really know what to put here so yeah (plus I suck at description) Sorry if I got the title wrong Your a teenager (14) living with their mom. Your mother always said your name, (Y/n), was the name your father gave you. You nev...