Man Down (Markiplier x reader)

Chapter 9

*Amy's P.O.V.*

I furrowed my eyebrows as I angrily walked down the street, keeping my head up as the thought really got to me. I clutched my belongings close to my chest as I forgot my bag in my office. Home was three minutes away anyways.

"You're my sister, how can I not care and love for my family?"

Sister. Family. That's what I am to him. Nothing more, nothing less. Yeah, we've known each other since birth, and lived like each other until High School, but you'd think he'd realize I wanted something more than the "sister" title.

I entered entered the apartment complex, walking up the stairs instead of waiting for an elevator as all my anger was directed into my steps. I opened my front door, threw my computer and phone on the couch, and screamed my lungs out into nowhere as I grabbed onto my blond hair.

My breathing quickened, my cheeks started to heat up and my brown eyes started to fill with tears and turn red. My blood started to boil, and my fingers slowly became white because of how tightly I held my closed fist.

"Fuck!" I yelled before punching my wall near the kitchen. I placed my forehead on the wall, trying to forget all of this, but to no avail. The constant thought of being nothing but a family member to him made me break into tears. I sild down the wall, hot tears running down the side of my face, beating myself over it. Why? There has to be a reason. Because I'm ugly? Because I'm fat?

"What's the reason?!" I banged on the wall again with a closed fist, huffing violently. Just forget it. You'll be nothing but a sister to him because you're not good enough. You were doing the most when you walked out like that, so obviously he's not going to like you.

"You know what? Fuck him and his standards..." I mumbled, wiping away the tears that fell once I calmed down. I got up from the floor, dusting myself off and walked to the washroom in silence. Did I overreact at his place? Probably. But did I have every right to do so? Absolutely. He made me feel this way, he's the reason for my heartache, and now it's time he realize.

I tied my hair into a bun while I stared tensely at myself, striping down and jumping into a shower. All the stress that was built was finally released when the hot water splashed on my back. I lost track of time and probably stayed there for an hour, but I didn't mind. I needed something to grab my attention instead of that.

After a long period of doing nothing and having water drip on my back, I got out, changed into an oversized tee and continued to work on the big project, pushing my feelings to the side as there was a big sum of money on the other side of this project. I never moved from the couch for the entire day, eyes glued onto my computer screen.

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*Mark's P.O.V.*

"Ah..." I sighed, running my hand through my hair as I saw my pile of papers double when I came back from Amy's office to see she wasn't even here. Just this morning alone, I've been held down by an unnatural amount of work that's due at the end of the day. At the same time, I was still adding more code numbers to the big project. My computer stopped working when I was in the middle of processing, which is when I went down to Amy's office by stairs to see if she's having the same problem. Now when I come back to my office, more work was added onto my plate, and I was getting heated.

I tried powering up my computer, almost cussing when my boss walked passed my room with a pile of paper that went over his head. He stopped in his tracks, turned to face me, and walked straight in. Oh dear...

"Is that Mr. Fischbach I see slacking off?!" Sean spoke in his usual grin filled tone, yelling at the top of his lungs as he always does. His bright smirk never left his face as his slanted ocean blue eyes showed that he has nothing but evil to give to me. "Your day off was yesterday, my dear friend."

"I know, my computer is just failing on me-"

"Everyone's computer is failing on them Markimoo - there's been a blackout. That's why they have their assistants helping them." He placed the pile of papers near my desk, dusting off his hands while standing tall. Sean was a short man, his height always cracked me up. "Unlike you, Mr. Independent, who doesn't like the help of others. That's why I told you from the very beginning to hire assistant." I sighed, looking off to the side.

"But guess what? You didn't listen to me. Now, you're stuck with all of this for the rest of the day with no help whatsoever." My eyes went big as my heart dropped. "Not even Amy is here to help you - as if she'll help you anyways." He chuckled.

"Wait, all of this?" I pointed to the big stack on the ground, followed by the one on top of my desk. You'd think that my glass desk would have collapsed by now.

"Uh.." Sean went over to the pile on the ground, and took about six papers off from the top. "Yep, all that." I huffed, handing him a massive chunk of papers and the pile that was on my desk, which the shorter man didn't refuse. He started to walk out my office. "It's a piece of cake, that is, if you have big brain like everyone else and have an assistant. But no, you have small brain." He mocked, grinning evilly.

"That's big talk for someone who's the same height as a three year old." I crossed my over my chest, laughing at the brown haired guy who looked like he took a bullet to the chest.

"You're walking on thin ice, Mr. Fischbach!" He shrieked and laughed before leaving my office. Chuckling, I went back to my desk so I can try to find a way around this power outage. I pulled out my phone, hoping I can access the project there for my phone to remind me I need a computer to add the rest of the code. Not to mention, the code added before was not saved.

"I am so close to quitting this job-" I looked over onto my desk to find a old yellow sticky note that had something written on it. In big letter it wrote "Assistant Advertising", with a follow up number. The last thing I wanted to resort to was an assistant because most of the time, they're not any help while crying for a raise.

I looked back on the stack of papers on the floor, realizing it would take me a whole day to get through a quater of the pile. "God damn it anyways..." I grabbed the sticky note and dialed the number, saying whatever was on the note.

(This whole concept of big brain, small brain has slowly taken over my life. Even Water Sheep and that dammed accent that Sean and Felix use when they're playing together has been stuck in my head, and I've only been watching Sean's playthrough of Minecraft (im watching Felix's playthrough, but I'm only on ep. 15 or something.) I can't believe I let a bunch of three year olds take over my life like this lmaoo)