Canes and Gunshots

Markiplier

The Colonels POV

I looked up at the top of the staircase before I could finish my sentence, seeing the dear friend we cared and loved for years. Markiplier himself.

He was wearing a red silk robe with a white turtle neck, and from what I could see, no pants. I shrugged it off but hoped he didn't open his legs to show something... undesirable.

"Hello my friends. Oh how I missed you both so, so much." He said in a melodramatic tone.

I rolled my eyes in a joking way and heard Damien chuckle softly from the action, agreeing with what I meant.

"I'm so glad you could come here tonight for such a fun time." He continued, making his way down the stairs and to us.

I looked at Damien with raised eyebrows, his return to my expression being a soft smile. I analyzed the smile with a full heart, focusing my heart on it like it was my child. He wasn't smiling in agreement with my actions, but as a plead.

He was silently pleading for me to give this a try. To try and have a little fun with him and Mark for the night. Ignore all the feelings I have towards Mark, ignore everything that happened on that fatal day, and just have a little fun.

I looked back up at Damien and nodded quickly, his smile brightening before looking back up at Mark, who was now at the bottom of the stairs, looking at us both like we were commoners asking for money, but knowing his ego, he would give it to us as long as the press was there to photgraph it.

"How have my two best friends been?" Mark asked, stepping down to be level with Damien and I.

"I've been good." Damien answered, placing his cane on the ground and leaning on it like his life depened on it, when we both knew it was just for decoration.

"And how bout you Colonel? How have you been all this time?" He looked at me with a caring smile, fully knowing well of what happened to me.

"I've been fine." I replied, my tone sort of sarcastic, my body cringing from how it sounded.

I wasn't trying to sound mean, but at the same time, it was the same question I've been asked hundreds of times. I noticed Marks expression turn from a nice, caring one to sad, upset expression in seconds.

"S-sorry, it's just been hard for me.." I apologized.

"I understand my friend." He said, cracking a tiny smile.

Just as I think Mark was gonna say something else, the door opened again to reveal another man that neither Damien nor I recognized, but Mark knew him very well.

"Abe! So glad you could make it!" Mark nearly yelled, walking over to him.