Is there Method in my Madness- A Krinx fanfiction

Chapter 10

Krism's POV

1:30 PM.

It was precisley an hour and a half after Minx had, once again, rushed out on me.

I'd instructed Mark and Yami to come here; then got dressed into clothes that matched Michelles, but only red, instead of purple.

I was sat at a small round table, near the entrance to the rather small pub, that we'd arranged to meet at. The room was filled with orange light, from the many lamps that were dotted aimlessly around the room.

Although it was small, the pub was crammed with people, many of them drunk, who were all loud, with their laughs and jokes.

But, through all the festivities, I felt as though I was being watched, so I tturned around, but it was only a large group of people, seemingly steaming drunk, with one hooded man, who appeared to be asleep.

All of a sudden, the room quited down, and I turned to see a tall man enter the room, his face hidden by a rather large musketeer hat, that covered it.

He confidentley walked in, every step radiating with swagger, until he pulled up the chair opposite me, and sat down.

He took off his feathered hat, to reveal himself to indeed be my good friend Mark, and since the last time I saw him, he had grown himself a neatley-kept, pink mustache.

"Whats with that manley caterpillar, ya' got on you're lip there." I joked.

"This, My friend, is not any ordinary mustache: Its a warfstache', which only the most manliest of men can grow." He grinned, proudley twirling it.

"Nice." I smirk.

"What are we doing here Krism?" Markiplier retortes, with a sudden change of tone.

"I... I.. I dont know." I reply, honestley.

Why the helk did Michelle bring us here?

Mark looks like he is about to ask something, but is cut off by the sudden arrival of Yamimash, wearing a black suit and top hat, which he tips to me, before sitting down.

"Nice 'tache." He says to Mark, pointing to his own top lip.

"Thanks"

"What are we doing here Mark?" Asks Aaron.

"I was just asking Kristen here the same question." Mark replys, and they both look at me suspiciosley.

After a few seconds, I realise, that they are not gazing at me, but to something, or someone, next to me.

I turn, and scare myself, to come facing the hooded man, whom I'd thought was asleep earlier.

Mark sits up, in an assertive manner.

"Who are you, and whats youre business here."

The person sat next to me lets out a maniacal giggle, and I kick myself for not guessing any sooner.

"Why 'dyou scare me like 'dat Bebeh, dat was not nom." I ask.

"Im sorry for sneeking up on you all like that, but it was fun whilst it lasted"

Upon hearing the familliar voice, the boys jerk back in comfusion.

"Minx?" Ask's Mark, puzzled.

"We thought you were-" Starts Yami.

"Dead?" Interrupts Minx, "Nah, I did'nt feel like dying that day, and anyway; I owe someone a drink." She shrugs, lowering her hood.

A/N

Hey guy's, spent alot of time having an arguement with myself, argueing over who's POV this chapter should of been written in, so I hope I did a good job.

Just reminding you guys, the competition for naming my Followers/Readers/Sub's, Is still on, but no-one has even suggested a name yet; (#SadFace:(.), so please, get you're entries in please, just put down anything that you guys would think are cool, and I'll take each and every one of them into consideration.

Thank You.

So as allways; I will see YOU, In the next chapter!

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-Khanage