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"...and as always, I will see you in the next epsiode! Buh-bye!"
Markiplier closed his recording software and exhaled sharply. His head was killing him. He was surprised that he managed to record anything remotely good with that się of pounding in his skull. He concidered taking painkillers, but he knew that it would not help at all.
I bet I know what would make it better.
Mark growled and closed his eyes. There was only one remedy for his shitty mood and he knew it all too well.
Oh, come on now. It will be fun, like always! I don't get why we have to go through this every single time.
Mark remained motionless in his chair.
Besides, everything is already prepeared, so there's no backing out now!
Audible sigh filled the room as the youtuber lifted himself up and reached for Chica's leash. He stopped midway, looking down at his clothes. He was wearing a black and blue t-shirt with jeans. He suppoused this would have to do for now.
"Come on, girl!" he called Chica and smiled lightly as she entered the room. He took her on the leash and went out of his apartament. "Let's get this over with."
Good. You won't regret it.
Mark almost turned back as he heard the smug tone of voice of his other self. He gritted his teeth and kept going, trying to smile to his neighbours and people who recognised him as they passed by. He clearly failed, judging by the worried looks eveyone was giving him. Yes, that must have been it.
He surely didn't have slightly redder eyes.
And he clearly didn't look as he was about to murder somebody.
As he entered the bus, he sat almost at the very end, keepin Chica on his right so that nobody would sit next to him. The bus was almost empty, only few people were using it to get to the area near the National Forest.
His headache was getting really bad and he hoped that he would have enough time to get to his hideout before he...
Before you what? It's not like I would start murdering random people, knowing that you actually have something planned. I wouldn't want to spoil the fun before it starts, so man the fuck up and chill a little bit.
That actually calmed Mark down. Dark was a murderous and manipulative bastard, but he agreed to cooperate most of the time. Mark knew that this "Dark" wasn't a demon or another entity. He was just a part of Mark's brain, the one that made him laugh when someone tripped on the street before actually asking if everything's ok. The one that got him to punch a person for bumping into him on the sidewalk. The one that wanted him to hurt others and care only for himself. He'd always tried to shut that part of himself up, but to no avail. So he had decided to satisfy his needs before they got out of hand.
Suddenly, a girl stopped next to his seat, pulling him out of his own mind. She was quite young, about 25 probably, had blond hair and light clothes, which was not at all surprising, concidering it was still very warm for early spring.
"Hey there!" she beamed at Chica, petting her slightly, which earned het a few lick from the dog. "He's so cute! What's his name?" she turned to Mark.
Oh no, was the only thing he managed to think to himself before flashing her his friendliest "go away" smile.
"It's actually a girl. Her name is Chica." he said out loud, hoping his lack of developed response would discourage the girl from continuing the small talk. No such luck, of course.
"How cute!" she exclaimed enthusiastically "I'm Margarite. Nice to meet you both."
Well, now it would be rude to leave the lady wainting, wouldn't it?
Mark felt the sweat forming on his forehead. He really needed to get rid of Margarite if he didn't want her to get hurt. She seemed like a nice person, and he had a strict "no-nice-people-killing" policy.
She surely isn't all that nice. Chatting up people in shady buses? She must be a slut. She probably wants an adventure. A good student by day, a thirsty whore by night. As soon as you start talking with her she'll offer to suck your cock for a few bucks and a kiss. Think about it. Why else would she start the chit-chat?
It was really difficult for Mark to think when there was an endless monologue of bullshit in his head.
"Mark."
He looked out the window. The sun was already setting, and as he glanced at his watch he realized that it was 9:30 p.m. He had only two more stops to go, so if he managed to leave without Margarite angering Dark, she would be safe. Probably. He looked up, only to see her still standing with a smile plastered on her face.
Slut.
"Soooo..." she started"Are you going on a walk with Chica or something? It's quite late for this kind of thing."
"I didn't have time earlier. I'm actually getting off the bus on the next stop." He looked out the window. Take a clue and leave.
"Really? Me too!" Fuck. "I live nearby with my parents. I mean, when I'm not studying of course." The bus drove over a pothole and Margerite quickly tried to grab the first thing that was next to her as not to fall over. In the process she dropped her purse, and a few thing fell out. Lipstick, some tissues, and... a pack of condoms.
Told ya. I know we already have five people to play with, but she could be a special one. We haven't had six contestants in a while. It would be fun.
She doesn't have to be a prostitute, Mark thought, she is probably carrying them for her friend or something.
Suuuure, Dark chuckled. Mark really didn't like this sound.
Margarite threw everything in her purse as fast as she could, blushing throughly. Seeing Mark looking at her with curiosity, she blushed even more.
"Oh hey! Our stop." she quickly got out of the bus. Mark concidered going one more stop, just to get rid of her, but he could feel the headache growing worse, and he certaily didn't want to be in a closed space with a bunch of innocent people if it became unbearable. A bunch of teenagers exited themachine. Mark followed, dragging Chica behind him. She clearly knew where they were and she didn't want to go there.
Tough shit, mut.
"Listen, Mark." Margerite grabbed his arm as soon as his feet touched the ground. The sudden motion startled him so badly, that he tightened his grip on the leash, feeling his knuckles going white.
"What?" She took a step back, clearly surprised.
"S-s-sorry." she stuttered "I see that maybe now is not the best time, but..." she stopped short, unsure how to proceed.
Here it is~ Called it and told ya so! Slut, whore, hooker, vamp...
"What is it? Spit it out already, I don't have the whole night." He glanced at his watch once again. It was 10 p.m. and he still needed an hour to get to his hideout on foot. She was wasting his time. The game had to start on midnight, otherwise it would be ruined.
"These teenagers have been eyeing me the whole journey" Mark looked at the group. They were going along the road, laughing and talking loudly. He would gladly take care of them just for fun, but not today. "I thought that maybe you could walk me home? It's not that far away and..."
"No. I don't have time."His fingers twitched a little bit. It would be great to just strangle Margarite and walk away. However, he couldn't do that right there. It was too close to the civilization, and the teenagers could look back at any moment
"Listen. You're the Markiplier, right? I see that you don't appreciate me dancing around the topic, so I'm just gonna be honest." her voice became sharp. "I know that I acted like I didn't know who you were earlier, but actually I've spotted you as soon as I entered the bus. You seem like a cool dude on youtube, but clearly you aren't like that in real life. I just want to go through these woods and get to the cottage. My boyfriend is waiting for me there and we're gonna have sex. I don't want to go through the woods alone, since there can be a crazy murderer on the loose, so unless you want everybody to know how much of a duchebag you are, sice I've been recording our whole conversation, you're going to walk me through there and wait until you see that I got to the house safe and sound. Deal?"
Mark stared at her for a long while. She looked really determined and not nice anymore. He felt a grin spreading through his face and his eyes became just a shade redder.
So a slut and a liar? It must be christmas.
"Deal."