Mark's Pov
I woke up on the floor of my recording room. I stretched and cracked my back. I shuffled out of the room and peeked in Taylor's room.
She wasn't there.
"Taylor?" I called throughout the house.
She wasn't here.
She's gone.
I dialed her number.
"Hi this is taylor, sorry i'm not available."
"No...No...No..." I muttered, sliding my shoes on.
I set my phone on the table, it dialed.
"Morning, Mark."
"Have you seen Taylor?" I asked.
"No. Why?"
"She's Gone."
"WHAT?!" Wade screeched.
"I need you to go and look for her. I'm calling Tyler too." I rambled, walking out into the street.
The phone line went dead.
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Taylor's POV
I ran. And ran. The treeline entered my sight.
My phone rang. I stopped and looked at it. My dad's goofy face appeared.
I didn't answer.
I continued to run. The treeline was behind me now.
I dodged the stumps and sticks. Except for one. I fell towards the ground, crying out as my leg twisted.
What now...
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The Three Words
De TodoWhat if the beloved Markiplier had a daughter. What if she wasn't happy. But all that she needed to hear was her father's voice saying. "I'm always here." Those three words could change everything. A markiplier daughter fanfiction
