🖤Even when the world is ending🖤(Crankiplier)

Chapter eight

I woke up hearing soft humming coming from somewhere in the room, I sat up on the couch since I slept on the couch and Mark slept on the floor cause he insisted he do so

Glancing around the room I spotted Mark sitting on a chair in front of the makeshift table we had, messing around with something

"Hey Mark" I rasped out rubbing the sleep from my eyes

He turned his head to face me and smiled
"Mornin" He said softly standing up and walking over to his bag searching for something

"Whatcha working on?" I questioned standing up and stretching turning my back to him so I could look at his work station

Soon I felt a pair of hands grab my sides and start tickling me through my shirt, I shot my arms down and began to laugh kicking my feet and wiggling around trying to get out of his grasp

"M-Mark S-top" I choked out in between laughs
I heard laughs coming from Mark as well

Finally he let go of me, I regained my composure turning around and punching him in the arm

"Owey!" he whined dramatically, rubbing his arm

"Don't do that!" I yelled pushing him while laughing slightly

He put his hands up in defense laughing as well
"Okay, Okay" he laughed walking back to his workstation and sitting down

I followed him and got up behind him putting my hands on his shoulders pushing myself up, leaning forward towering over him, surely annoying him

"What are you doinggg?" I asked again dragging out the words

He groaned and threw whatever he was doing down onto the table, I got off him and walked next to him
He ran his hands through his hair and sighed

"I'm trying to make bullets, I came across a book about ammunition and it has stuff on this but it's not working" he explained exaggerating his words by motioning with his hands

I hummed and walked back to the couch,slipping my shoes on and pulling my jacket on

"Have you heard anything?" I asked fluffing my hair and pulling on my jacket

"Yeah actually" Mark confirmed standing up and pulling his pistol from his pants waistband, flicking it so the chamber popped out, he spun it and shook his head flicking it back in

"Nothing, what about you?" He asked shoving his gun back into his pants waistband

I fished my pistol out from under the couch and checked

"Only three" I told him shoving it into my waistband

"Guess were going knives" he said sliding his out from his knife holster

I absentmindedly reached for mine only to find and empty space, I looked down to see it not there I began patting my pockets

"No no no no no" I mumbled out rushing over to my bag and searching it only to find it not there

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I yelled, small tears slipped down my face as I got up and began tearing apart the couch

"Ethan you alright, what are you doing?" Mark asked walking over to me and setting his hand on my shoulder,
I pushed his hand off rather harshly and walked back over to my bag kneeling down to it

"It's gotta be here somewhere" I choked out, whipping my tears with my arm as I picked up my bag and dumped it on the ground

"Ethan" Mark spoke but i could barley hear him, my heartbeat pulsed through my ears drowning out any other sounds
I threw my bag to the side and began scattering the items from it

"Ethan!" Mark said louder this time but I just ignore him, I rushed towards the door and was about to open it when I felt a Mark grasp my wrist and spin me around so I was facing him

He cupped my face in his hands and I grabbed his wrists pulling on them lightly, a small whine escaped my lips as Mark began to talk

"Ethan, look at me" He directed, I looked at him and immediately started feeling a little bit better

"Breath" He said taking a breath, I copied his breathing until he was satisfied

"Now tell me what wrong" he said warmly dropping his hands down to lower on my arms

"My knife-I it was in my holster- I-when-I looked everywhere and it's gone I can't find it I-" I began rambling out tears rushing down my face

but Mark stopped me by engulfing me in a hug rubbing my back, I quickly returned the hug grabbing fistfuls of his shirt and holding on tightly small sobs escaped my lips

"Don't worry about it, we can always find another one" he said calmly

I shook my head still hugging him
"No it's my knife my-my friend gave it to me he-he made it I can't lose it" I explained through sobs

Feeling my legs get weak as I used Mark for supposed

"Don't worry we'll go look for it, okay?" He spoke softly I nodded and pulled away from the hug
We both looked at each other and I noticed Marks eye flickering from my lips back to my eyes
I was about to say something when a loud crash sounded from outside the gas station causing both of us to jumped

I snatched my gun from my pants waistband and mark grabbed his knife, he grabbed the door nob and looked at me I nodded as he slowly opened it

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I'm back
I'm feeling better now so I'll continue to write 👏🏻👏🏻
Thanks for sticking with me through my break to whoever who readsssss
Alright

Luv ya💕

~K