Markiplier X Reader

Chapter 6

I was cleaning up the mess we made when Mark called me into the living room.

"One moment!"

"Ok!" I washed and dried my hands before leaving the kitchen. Mark was on the couch, holding my notebook.

"You want me to read more?"

"Yep" I sat down next to him.

"Ok, more storytime."

"Yay!"

So adorable.

"As time went by, we grew stronger but also, we grew more distant. At the beginning we needed each other for strength but now, we no longer need help, or so we thought. We had stood above many, not even our own weaknesses stood against us. More and more fights broke out between us though. I don't know why but we wanted to know who was the strongest. Who was the best?"

"No one is the best though." Mark muttered.

"True but this team seems to fail to see that." Mark gave a nod.

"Do you want to keep reading?" I asked.

"Yeah. I enjoy listening to your voice." My cheeks turned pink and Mark looked shocked at what he said.

"I mean, you have a great reading voice. It feels as though I'm there." Mark added quickly. I gave a little nod.

"Th-thank you." Mark was sitting next to me but he scooted little bit away. I gave a little couch before continuing reading.

"A victor never appeared though. We all had strengths and weaknesses that clashed. Are we a team? Sure we spend time together but do we fight the same battles? We can battle the same enemy but is it truly the same fight? Some battle speed. Am I fast enough to get the first hit? Others with power. Can I take them down before they take me down? We no longer walk the same path. We no longer stand together or as one. We stand alone and divided." I closed the notebook and let out a sigh.

"You sure you want this story? Wouldn't you rater listen to a happier story?"

"I like this story. Besides, I want to know what happens to this team and who's in it."

"You do?" I asked as I tiled my head to the side. Mark gave my head a pat.

"Yes, I do."

"Th-thank you."

"So y/n, you know how Christmas is little bit more than a week away?"

"Yeah."

"Well I'm going home to see my family for the holidays. Now then, if an apartment doesn't open up for you by then, you are more than welcome enough to stay here."

"Really? I an stay here? You sure? I wouldn't want to be a bother."

"You're not a bother. It's perfectly ok."

"Thank you Mark. Thank you so much." Mark gave me a smile before standing and stretching.

"It's getting late. I'm going to bed. We can record more Okami tomorrow. Night y/n."

"Night Mark." Mark then left for his bedroom. I grabbed my hoodie, shoes, one of my notebooks, and my guitar.

The night is usually when I write or practice my songs. I don't want to disturb Mark so I'll go outside. I needed fresh air anyway. I shouldn't be out too long though.

I left the apartment and went to the park. Once there, I sat on a bench and opened my notebook to a blank page.

Hmmmmm. It was a late day......No. How about: It was a dark day.....Yeah. That sounds nice. It was a dark day, day of lost faith. Ok. Lets see how that sounds.

"It was a dark day, day of lost faith.....Ok, so if I add some chords to that, it should flow better." So, for the next hour I sang lines and played chords. Bit by bit, adding more to the song and it's story. Before I could finish it though, it became too cold to stay outside so I made my way back to the apartment. Once inside I set my stuff down and layed down on the couch.

Let's see what I got......It was a dark day, day of lost faith. I wasn't the person I thought I'd be. Can't anyone relate to me? There's nothin left to see. So I'll take a walk round, the edge of town. Think of leaving it all behind. Then I find, a little letter fell, fell right out of the sky. I looked up to a fright of my. A young girl hovered way up high. I thought myself crazy, when I saw her waving. Then simply fly, my attention taking. I look down to my hands, where the letter lay. Inside I find words to make my heart dance. It say, ........Not bad. Can't wait to finish this. I hate leaving a story unfinished. I'll just rest my eyes for a moment.

I let out a yawn. Before I could stop, I fell into a deep sleep, on the couch, with my notebook open to the page of my unfinished song. Morning came but I was still asleep and Mark came down the stairs and saw me. He placed a blanket over my body, again, and took notice to my notebook. He couldn't help himself and he read what was written, the unfinished song.