This Wasn't Supposed to Happen (A Markiplier Fanfiction)

Speak Now, Or Forever Hold Your Peace

*One Year Later*

Ruby’s Point of View

So Emma and I managed to put all that shit from the past behind us, and pretty much acted like nothing ever happen. Which was a huge weight off my shoulder, believe me. But today, Emma wasn’t quite acting like herself, which I can’t blame her for. I mean, today is her wedding day.

“Ruby!” Emma frantically screamed, obviously panicking about something. I walked over to her, wearing a ruby red dress, a different one from the day when I had first met Mark, but I liked this one a lot better. It was sleeveless with sparkly sliver slashes all throughout it. It was long and flowed in the back, and I absolutely loved it. My hair was done in curls with some silver jewels throughout them.

“Yeah?” I asked, walking into where Emma was getting ready. There were three large mirrors in front of her, and she was standing on a small circular platform. Her family members and other close friends were sitting and standing around the room, chatting. I could practically feel the excitement in the room when I stepped in.

“I need some help zipping up my dress. You think you could help?” She asks, obviously struggling with the zipper in the back. I smile and walk over to her, pinching the two sides together and in one swift motion, zipped up the gorgeous gown she had picked out. We had gone dress shopping together, and until today I was the only one who’d seen her in the dress, which she obviously looked beautiful in. “Thanks Ruby. You’re a lifesaver.” She says, and I smile at her, admiring how she looked. Her ash blonde hair was also in curls, but hers were lying down her back, whilst mine were hanging over my right shoulder. She had a beautiful veil on, which stayed atop her head thanks to a small tiara.

Her dress was long, with a sweetheart neckline and covered in jewels. It was short in the front, with ruffles, and it had a long ruffled train in the back. She had slight makeup on her face, and had this glow to her. I could just tell how happy she was. All of the bridesmaids were wearing dresses that were short and simple, and were all a light aqua blue, a color that I’m assuming Mark picked out, since the other color was a Champaign type color. Mark did love the color blue…

Speaking of the fiancé of my best friend, we managed to continue talking and act like nothing had happened, like Emma and I had. I had also managed to patch everything up with my family, and found my own apartment so I could stop freeloading off of poor Pearl, who was saving me a seat in a pew while I helped Emma and such.

“Ruby?” Emma said, waving a hand in front of my face. Whoa, how long had I been zoned out?

“Huh? Sorry, just got lost in thought there I guess.”  I laughed out.

“It’s fine.” She smiled. “I was just asking how I looked. Do you think Mark will like the dress?” She said, having doubts about her amazing decision.

“Of course he’ll love it! He loves you, and you love him. That’s why this day is happening after all. He thinks you look amazing in everything from sweat pants to wedding dresses, trust me.” Which was true. Mark really does love Emma. And even after all of the heartache I went through, I was happy for the two.

“I hope so.” She smiled, looking at herself in the mirrors. “Thank you Ruby. For everything. Without I wouldn’t be here right now.” She said, and I smiled, but it still hurt inside, because she’s right. I could have changed something to make it turn out differently. Maybe it’s not too late…

Wait, what? That’s ridiculous! I can’t sabotage the freaking wedding! That’s insane!

“Emma, you ready?” Her close friend Kris asked. She was the maid of honor, so she was the one in charge here.

“Yeah.” She said, her voice filled with nervousness.

“Look kid, it’ll all be alright. I’ll see you out there.” I say, giving her one final hug before walking out of the building where the bride was getting ready, and walked over to the church, where a few more people were still coming in.

I found Pearl and shuffled into the pew, which was not easy when you’re wearing high heels. Trust me, don’t do it.

Pearl was wearing a pair of cute black dress pants and a grey blouse with (fake) pearls sown into it.

“How’s she look?” She asked.

“Gorgeous. Like, even prettier than usual.” I say, and her mouth drops open.

“Damn… I can’t wait to see her, I mean…” but she was cut off by the sound of an organ starting.

I looked back behind me to see the people coming down the aisle. Mark walked in first with his brother Tom, the best man. They didn’t walk down the aisle, they must’ve come in from some side door or something. Mark was wearing a black suit with a white tie. His faux hawk was perfectly fluffy, and his glasses were sliding down his face, which he had to push back up, making me smile to myself.

The first people to come down the aisle were the bridesmaids and groomsmen, their arms linked. The groomsmen were wearing shirts to match the bridesmaid’s dresses, and they all had black ties. I recognized some of the men, like Bob and Wade, and their wives/girlfriends, along with some close friends Emma and I both knew.

Then came the maid of honor, Kris, followed by the ring bearer, who I was assuming was one of Marks nephews. He was absolutely adorable in his suit. The ring bearer, I mean.

The flower girl came next, who was also on Marks side of the family. She was wearing a little Champaign colored dress and had a small basket filled with flower petals to match the dresses.

Everyone awed at the cute kids, most likely not going what was going on. But they were cute none the less.

And here came Emma, with her Dad linked on her right arm. They slowly walked down the aisle, and Mark smiled, looking as happy as ever. When they got to the end, Emma hugged her dad. A few tears were shed by both, but that was to be expected. Then the ceremony started.

Normal wedding stuff was said, like a bunch of bible verses and stuff about commitment, but I wasn’t really paying attention to what was being said. I was more focused on Mark and Emma and how happy the two looked and how jealous I was that they were so happy. I wasn’t jealous of Emma, I was just jealous that she had found someone who made her happy. The person she’d fallen in love with.

The person I’d fallen in love with.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when a simple sentence was said from the priest, making my heart stop.

“If anyone objects to this marriage, please speak now or forever hold your peace.”

What the hell? I didn’t think people actually said that anymore.

“Well that’s rare.” Pearl whispered over to me, obviously thinking the same thing. But it got me thinking.

Do I really want to live my whole life knowing I could have done something to change my fate? Even if it doesn’t work, I can’t say I didn’t try. That’s when my mind had been set.

“I object.” 

A/N 

Another update, yay! I'm actually really excited about this ending, because I've had it planned out before I even had most of the story figured out. 

But thank you all so much for reading, and I really hope you all enjoyed this chapter with a thrilling clilffhanger, which I am not sorry about! XD 

Love you Ladies and Gents. 

Tell me in the comments if you want Mark to choose Emma or Ruby :D 

Stay Classy 

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