It took a week or so before you were able to move into your own flat. You had left your fiance in a hurry, packing everything you could and moving back to your parents, but that was just as bad there... No-one was really talking to you since you pushed them all aside for him...
No matter, you didn't have to stay there long.
Finally, you were given the okay and you were able to collect the keys. You moved everything in that night, there were only a few boxes so it didn't take long. The rest would have to be ordered, but for now you had your clothes, an air mattress, your laptop... Anything you could carry when you packed your things and left.
Lugging everything from your car really took it out of you though so you just ordered pizza and collapsed on the floor for the night, not even bothered to inflate the air mattress.
You didn't know what time it was when you were woken up, all you knew was that it was late, it was very dark outside, and you couldn't hear any cars outside. You roll over and check your phone, realizing that it's nearing the early hours of the morning when all of a sudden there's a scream and a loud thud from next door.
You jump to your feet and run to press your ear to the wall, listening to try and work out what was going on. For a long while, there was nothing, and then suddenly.
"No, no no!" a man screamed. "Stop!"
You don't know why, but something in you forces you to grab your baseball bat and leave your apartment, dashing down the hall to your neighbor's door, knocking on the door frantically.
You realize what a lunatic you must look, stood in a pair of short and a vest, wielding a baseball bat when your neighbor answers the door, seeming completely calm.
"Hey, what's up?" he asked, looking you over for a moment. But you can't answer, you just blink in shock as you realize who he was. It was Markiplier, well, Mark Fischbach, one of your favorite Youtubers...
"I..." you swallow, hiding the bat behind you. "I'm your new neighbor..." you mutter, holding out your hand. "I thought you were being murdered"
The man let out a deep laugh.
"Oh... man, I'm so sorry..." he chuckled, taking your hand and shaking it. "Hi, I'm Mark... I had no idea... that wall isn't soundproofed, no-one's been living in that apartment for a while"
"I... I know who you are..." you mumble, quickly adding. "Well, now I know who you are... all I could hear was someone screaming and some thumping..."
"Well, isn't that fun" he smiled, placing his hands on his hips. "Well uh... I'm sorry if I woke ya'..."
"No, it's fine... I probably shouldn't have been asleep in the living room anyway... the floor isn't very comfy..." you huff, smiling awkwardly.
"Why were you on the floor?" he asked, cocking his head a little.
"Oh... I just moved in today and I really couldn't be asked to inflate my air mattress... it's a real pain to inflate and I'm pretty sure it's got a puncture and... just ugh, you know what, I look crazy standing here with a bat... I'm just gonna... go" you stumble over your words, shuffling awkwardly.
"Oh, was that to save me?" he grinned, taking the bad from you and wrapping both hands around the grip, swinging it a little.
"Uh..." you giggle "I didn't know what it was for... I panicked..."
"Well it's nice to know someone's got my back..." he grinned. "Well, seeing as I woke you up... would you like me to give you a hand with your air mattress? So you can get some proper sleep?"
"Oh, you really don't have to do that" you gasp, your eyes widening.
"Ah don't worry about it, It's the least I could do for coming to my rescue" he grinned, leaning on the bat like a cane.
"Uh... well, if you're sure" you smile.
"Lemme just lock up and I'll be by to help you" he smiled, handing you back the bat and disappearing back into his apartment.
