Man Down (Markiplier x reader)

Chapter 30

My stomach started to turn, and a weird gut feeling could be felt.

"Miles?" I called out to the man, and his head turned towards me. The man who looked very malnourished, which sunken dark eyes and a crooked teeth smile examined my body, and started to walk closer to me. I tilted my head to the side, eyes furrowed, and I walked back each time the man walked forward.

"A-Amy....you're actually here...." His groggy voice freaked me out while his glare didn't leave my body. The pale man coughed violently, which made me wonder if he was physically okay. He looked like he was about to drop dead on the floor any second now. "And you....you look like just your profile picture too..." The man took another step forward, and I took another step back, trying my hardest to keep my distance.

"And you don't. You're not my Miles." I said sternly, wondering what the hell this creep wanted from me. I was at a disadvantage because I didn't have anything to defend myself - my handbag were inside the restuarant. So the only thing I could do was curl my hands into fist, and hold them up to my face.

"Aww, A-Amy....don't act like that. You're too..." He sounded out of breath, coming closer to me. I took another step back, keeping my guard up no matter what. "You're too sexy to be speaking....like that..."

"Get the hell away from me creep. Who even are you?" My glare turned cold, and I was ready to defend myself if her were to attack. He was starting to annoy me - he was speaking as if he owned me. The man's face changed dramatically, from a smile to frown, he reached into the back of his pants, pulling out a kitchen knife. I suddenly froze, seeing how he was now armed, and I had nothing. He inched closer with a scary face, pointing the knife at me.

"Is that the way you talk to your hubby? Don't you know-" The pale man suddenly lunged at me, his arm in a position to stab me. He aimed the blade right at my chest, and didn't think twice about his actions.

"Basic common sense?" With wide eyes, I quickly got out of the way, and he fell onto the floor, getting back up in an instant. My heart beat speed up violently, and I started to shake, getting scared of what this man can do. Tears started to form in the corner of my eyes and my lips quivered, looking at the man with my fist still in front of my face.

"Darling...Eirther we talk this out at my house, or someone gets injured." The man with dark eyes spoke, grinning widely as he noticed I was shaking. I tried to put myself together again, wiping away my tears. "Look, my car is right there. Why don't we get inside?"

"Like hell I will! Get the fuck away from me!" My voice started to get loud, but he showed no resistance. It was like he was determined on getting me to his house, but I wasn't on board with that idea.

"You haven't even looked at my car. It's cool, right?" He pointed behind me, and I glanced there, thinking he would calm down. But I was wrong.

As I was about to turn around, the man jumped at me again with the knife fighting in his hands. Before he could stab me in the chest, I grabbed his wrist, wrestling with him to avoid getting injured. I used all my strength to push him away, but he wouldn't budge. The man laughed eviliy, seeing how I was getting tired, but I didn't give up. My eyes started to get glossy again, but I still fought.

"Look at you princess.....Your boobs hanging out while y-you're trying to push away your husband..." He licked his lips while staring at my breast. Although I felt very uncomfortable, I couldn't let go of his hands.

"Stop....trying to," He kept on pushing into me. "Resist me bitch...." He laughed again as the knife got closer to my collarbone. I started to panic since I was losing power. Hot tears ran down my cheeks while my body shook to stay in place, and my lips quivered even more. I cried out for him to stop multiple times, now feeling weak and useless. No, he's much more powerful than me...I'm going to lose to him...

"Hey," a voice came out of nowhere from behind the man as the creepy, dark eyed man fell down. He dropped the knife, catering to his leg that had a foot over it. I crawled backwards immediately, taking the weapon and getting as far away from the weird, pale man as possible. When I wiped away my tears, the man was held under my savior's foot, pleading for him to get off. The guy who was standing looked down at the attacker in pity.

"Ah, so now that the tables have turned, you want to start crying for help. Weird how that works." The tall man said, chuckling at the creep who had tears running down his face. Once the man saw the tears, he looked at in disgust, getting his foot off of him and telling him to get lost. "Miles" abandoned his car and knife, running away from the situation.

Meanwhile, I couldn't help but stare at the man who came to my rescue. He held out his hand, and I placed my shakey hand in his, getting up from the ground. The man dressed in a black turtleneck and jeans looked at me with worry in his (E/C) eyes, using his thumb to wipe away the few tears that remained.

"Are you okay? Did you get hurt?" I shook my head and turned my face away, embarrassed that he's looking at me in this state. I felt that I appeared weaker than I actually am in front of him since he found in such confrontation. My cheeks even turned pink unconsciously.

"Yeah, I'm okay. How did you even find me?" I asked once we started to walk back to the main street. He had the knife in his left hand, and my hand secured in his right. Oddly, the both of us didn't want to let go. I would be lying if I said I didn't feel safe right now beside this man who I didn't know.

"I was just coming here for lunch break and I heard you screaming stop, so I came to investigate. And now seeing how we have to return to the workshop in ten minutes, lunch break has officially been canceled." He chuckled, looking down at the ground. We walking inside the restaurant, and as he told the waiter what happened, I went to grab my bag at my table. The guy handed in the knife, the waiter apologized to me, and we left the establishment. I soon realized what he said.

"Wait, we? Workshop?" I looked back at the man again, and analyzed his face carefully. He had a baby face, with dark brown hair that slightly covered his (E/C) eyes. His boxy smile was apparent and he squinted while he smiled too. I tried to think where I've seen this guys face before, but nothing could click inside my head.

"Please don't tell me you don't remember me." I looked at him through furrowed eyebrows, waiting for him to fill the blanks. "Aciel (L/N)? Your co-worker?" My mind finally put two and two together, and I finally remembered who Aciel was. He was in our department, on the seventh floor, a kid who Sean bullies almost every week. Usually at the office, he works in silence, so I was surprised that such a young (he's only three years younger than me), quiet boy fought off a criminal just like that without breaking a sweat.

"Ah, Mr. (L/N)! From the seventh floor!" I said and he nodded while we walked back over to the building where the worshop was taking place. "Thank you so much." I basically mumbled under my breath, but he heard me a smiled. Aciel and I took the time to familiarize ourselves with each other, and I couldn't be anymore grateful that he came to help me.

(hi the end of this chapter was kind of weird and i tried to fix it and made it even more weird. now you guys are stuck with this mess. you're welcome :))