ONE-SHOTS (YouTubers x Reader)

Little Darling {Amyiplier x ChildReader}

Requested by @crazykitty3000

WARNING: Death scene (suicide)

Amy P.O.V

I was taking a walk to get out of the house for a bit while Mark and Ethan were recording for Unus Annus. I had gone pretty far, but the it started raining, so I turned back. I was coming up to an alley that I had passed earlier, but this time something was wrong. I hear the piercing cry of a baby, and when I look down, a red substance mixing with rain being flushed out and into a sewer drain. Carefully, I turn the corner into the alleyway. I gasp at the gruesome sight. A woman lays on her back, her head turned towards me. Her eyes are wide open, and blood is coming from a wound in her head. I hear the loud crying again and look in the corner past the presumed mother. I try not to gag as I get closer to the baby. The baby is in an old carrier, and wet blanket thrown around it. I see a note taped to the carrier.

I can't do this anymore. This is my baby girl, (Y/n). Whoever finds her, please take care of her. I couldn't be her mother anymore.

I put a shaky hand to my mouth, just now noticing the gun in the woman's hand. The baby continues to cry. With shaky hands I lift her out of the cold, wet carrier. "Oh, you're freezing." I hush her to the best of my ability. I pull out my phone to call the police. "911, what's your emergency."

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The cops arrived and carried the woman away on the stretcher. I was still holding the freezing baby. She continued to cry and scream. I worried she's in pain. "The woman has yet to be identified, and we can't rule anything out yet, but it appears this wasn't a homicide. Thanks for calling this in ma'am. We can take the baby if you wish." A male cop says to me. I look down at (Y/n). "No...no, she needs me." I decide. "Alright. You're free to go. Have a nice day." As soon as I'm dismissed I rush back home, as careful as possible. Tears had started to fall from seeing the traumatizing sight. I rush inside, shouting for Mark frantically. "Mark, oh my god, please get down here." Mark and Ethan come running down the stairs. Mark rushes to my side, seeing the baby. "Amy, what's wrong?" "T-There was crying and blood, and this woman who died and she left a note, with her baby, whose cold, I called the cops and they took the woman, and, and, the baby's name is (Y/n), and I took her home." I hysterically explain. I guess Mark understood most of it because he nods. He turns to Ethan.

"We'll take the baby to the hospital. Can we meet up another time?" "Yeah, no problem." Mark nods, gathering shoes and keys and we rush to the car. I'm soaked, but I don't care. I'm scared because (Y/n) has gone silent. It's worse then the piercing screams. (Y/n) is freezing to the touch. I hold her close in the car, trying to keep her as warm as possible. When we get the hospital I run inside, Mark just behind me. "Please help! This baby was found in an alleyway, and she needs help." I say to the nurse at the front desk. "Ma'am calm down, I'll get a pediatric doctor. Fill this sheet out to the best of your ability." The doctor comes and ushers (Y/n) away. "Wait, I-" "Ma'am, it'll be ok. You'll be able to see her after the doctor checks her over." A nurse says. I nod. Mark wraps his arms around me, warming me. He kisses the top of my head. "She'll be ok." I end up only being able to fill out the first name and gender of the baby.

We have to wait in the waiting room for awhile before a doctor comes back. "So, we got her warmed up and into some fresh clothing. We estimate that she is about six months old. She is suffering from severe pneumonia. We'd like to keep her here for observation for a few days to keep her breathing regulated. I can take you to the room, if you'd like." I nod, and we follow the doctor into the quiet room. (Y/n) is in a small bed, an IV in her small arm. Tubing is hooked up near by, used as a suction to clear mucus from her system. "I'll be back to check up on her soon." The doctor says before leaving. We walk over. I look at the now sleeping baby. She looks so peaceful. "We should adopt her." I say suddenly. Mark doesn't seem all that surprised. "I kinda thought that was the plan." He chuckles.

~~~~~what the viewers see in the video~~~~~

The camera zooms in on the sleeping baby, whose in the arms of Amy. "Alright guys, this is (Y/n) (M/n) Fischbach. Amy and I adopted her recently. She has pneumonia so we gotta keep a very close eye on her right now, but so far it's been all good. He's been great." Mark whispers. "She's so cute when she's sleeping." Amy whispers. "Yeah, but not when she's crying." They laugh quietly.

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The camera shows Mark standing over (Y/n) at a changing table. (Y/n)'s giggles can be heard, as if she were laughing at Mark, but she can't be seen. A small pile of destroyed diapers sits next to them. Mark is increasingly frustrated. "Mark, it's not that hard to change a diaper." Amy says from behind the camera. "Yes it is. Look at her, she's laughing at me." "Well you deserve it." Amy laughs. Mark attempts to put on a diaper, but clearly fails as he groans again. "Oh my god, Mark! You're wasting so many diapers." Amy laughs. "I'm trying!" The video changes to Mark in front of the camera while Amy changes (Y/n) in the background. "Well guys, I'm a failure of a father, I can't change her diaper. Ignore that....mountain of diapers over there, please."

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Mark can be heard making babbling sounds behind the camera as he points it at (Y/n). She babbles back. This random babbling between father and daughter continues for three minutes before Amy walks in. "What are you doing?" "Having an invigorating conversation about politics." Mark responds.

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(Y/n) was crawling around, giggling as a Chica kept coming up, sniffing her, and walking away before coming back. Amy's laugh could be heard behind the camera as Mark came into view and lifted (Y/n). She squealed with joy as Mark set her on Chica's back, still holding her up mostly. Chica seemed confused by seemed to know to be careful as she started to walk rather then run around. "Chica is dog mom." Mark announces.

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"(Y/n), come here, come on. Come on!" Mark encouraged from behind the camera. He was trying to get her to walk to him. She crawled to him. "No, no, up (Y/n), come on." He instructed. "Mark, she doesn't want to." Amy said. "Well too bad. Come on (Y/n)! If you come here, I'll give you a cookie." Mark announces. "Mark, she doesn't-" (Y/n) used the couch to stand up wobbly, making feeble steps to Mark like a newborn deer. "Ahhhh! I win! I am the baby master!" Mark cried setting the camera on the floor to pick her up. Amy picked up the camera, and pointed it at the two. "I guess she does want a cookie." Amy chuckled. "Ookie?" It goes quiet as both of them look at her. "Did she just-?" "My baby is a genius! She walked and spoke on the same days!" Mark shouted, swinging the baby up like freaking Simba. "Ookie!!!" (Y/n) giggled. "She's gonna love cookies...aw crap she's Jack." Mark groaned, making both Amy and (Y/n) giggle.

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Amy pointed the camera at (Y/n) in her high chair. "Say hi to the camera." Amy cooed. "Hi..." She said quietly, waving at the camera, but in doing so she knocked over her bowl of Cheerios. "Fuck!" The two year old shouted. It was dead silent. "...MARRRRRK!" Amy shouted with an angry tone. He came into the room. "Do you know what your daughter just said?" "No..?" "The F- - - word." Mark looked horrified. It cut to Mark in front of the camera. "Ok so...I'm not exactly in the dog house...more like... the pound. If you don't hear from me, Amy probably killed me." He shrugs. "So, hopefully, I will see you, in the next video...Buh-Bye!"