ONE-SHOTS (YouTubers x Reader)

Day 4 H̷a̷l̴l̴o̵n̶e̵-̴s̶h̴o̵t̴s̶

@CJSomethin ^
I win...

(Y/n P.O.V )

My boyfriend and I walk holding hands down the L.A. sidewalk while walking Chica. It's a bit later then we normally go out, but I had to work late. "And then Nancy called in, just as I was about to leave, to call off at the last minute, claiming to be sick. That's the third time this week!" I rant. Mark chuckles at my fuming face. "Give it a little longer, she'll get what's coming." I shrug. "She'd better. I'm fed up with her shit." We continue our conversation as we walk until we're attacked.

I'm forcefully grabbed away from Mark, some sort of cloth pressed against my mouth. My vision blackens, but in my last moments awake, I see Mark looking helpless as two more people do the same to him. I feebly yet desperately reach out for him. But it's useless. So tired...so tired. And then I go limp.

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My eyes open, a soft groan escaping my lips. I move my hand to my head, finding shackles on my wrists. The chains are long, and connected to a wall. The small room is lit by one LED light like in a school, and smells musty. There are no windows, a large TV screen is set on a stand, and the room is concrete floor to ceiling. What concerns me is the red stains spattered around. And the gun in the center of the room. On the opposite wall from me, Mark is also chained and slumped over, still unconscious.

"Mark? Mark, please wake up!" I croak out in panic. I pull on the chains a little, hoping they'd maybe be weak. I'm only able to move as far as the gun. I don't like that. "Mark!" He starts to stir. "Mark, oh thank God, are you okay?" I interrogate quickly. He pulls at the chains, looking around in disorientation, not answering me. "Mark? Can you hear me?" He slowly moves his gaze to me.

"(Y/n)?" He groans. I nod. "Yes, it's me, Mark. Can you hear me?" I ask again. I just now notice the blood on the side of his head, which I assume came from a blow to the head. I'm worried he may have a concussion. He thankfully nods. "Where are we?" I start breaking down, a waterfall of tears falling. "I don't know, oh god. There-There's blood, and-and a gun, and you, you're hurt, and oh god!" I cry. "Baby, baby, calm down. I know you're scared, I am too, but we can get out of this, just calm down." Mark slowly makes his way over, meeting my at the halfway point. His hands can't touch me, but he leans over enough to kiss my forehead.

"We will get out of here." He reassures. But a new voice comes out of hidden speakers. "Or will you?" It's a deep man's voice, almost sounding like its through a voice changer. He chuckles. "I guess we'll see." He adds. The TV illuminates on it's own, the pictures it shows makes rage and fear settle in my gut. It's a grid view of other similar cells, all the people inside being our friends. Seán and Evelien, Ethan and Tyler, Felix and Marzia, Matt and Stephanie, Amy, Kathryn, Wade, Bob, Ken, their wives. So many people I'm not sure how they kidnapped.

"I want to play a little games, and the lucky two of you, gets to play. As you can see, there's a gun between you. You can use it, and shoot one of yourselves." Ice cold terror grips me. "Or refuse, and someone else does. Either you decide, or I will. Choose wisely, little pets." Mark and I share a horrified look. There's no way this could end in our favor. There just isn't. "Tick tock. I only offered you this chance because you're may favorite. It should would be a shame if you were to disappoint. Then again... you wouldn't want blood on your hands."