Adopted By A YouTuber

Sixty Three

"We're not taking you back to the orphanage. Hide out at my place," Nate reasoned. We stood in his living room, him pacing while I sat on his couch.

We had taken the flight here already. Nate had blocked Mark after the many messaged he started to get. And Jack.

"Alright, I'll stay here.." I mumbled. He kissed my cheek.

"Not like you had a choice. You know I wouldn't let you go," he says. I shrugged.

And an instant knock came from the door.

"Hide!" Nate snaps. I grabbed my suitcase, and ran into Nate's room. I shut the door partly, and looked out through the crack.

"Where is she?" Mark snaps, storming in.

"She's gone. The agency switched her to somewhere else so you don't try getting her back."

"You let them take her?!" He yells.

"I love her. I'm not forcing her to stay with you if she already wants to go," Nate replied calmly. Mark hung his head.

"I fucking blew it..." he says, dropping to his knees. "She hates me. I knew it. I knew I shouldn't have left her alone. I should have spent more time. I should have done more things. I should have told her how much I loved her. I should have told her how much she means to me, and-" he started crying. Really hard. "I never should have been a fucking dick.."

"Mark..." he trails off, looking up at me. I looked down, and opened the door slowly. His head stayed down.

I walked over, and wrapped my arms around him.

"I'm sorry..." I mumbled, and felt him snap his head up.

"Oh my god, you're here.."

"Yea. I am," I replied, and he hugged me. Hard. I hugged back.

"I wasn't going to take her back. I wouldn't live with myself," Nate says. "I love her too much.. I'll be in my room." I turned to Mark.

"I was out of line-"

"No you weren't," he argues, stuffing his face into my neck. "You h-honestly made me think you were gone- and that I extremely fucked up. Don't ever fucking do that again. I love you. I love you so much," he mumbled. "I love you..."

"I lied. About saying you weren't my father. I love you like one. I just.. it's kinda just awkward to physically call you dad, you know? I mean, here and there it feels right.."

"I know..." he chuckled.

"Mark, I had a strange dream last night... it was in Nate's point of view, and I didn't exist.."

~~~

I looked down at the bloody knife, trying not to scream. Trying not to kill Dark right then and there. My slight crush on Mark was making me tempted to kill Jack. But Dark was right, on all the levels. I couldn't kill Jack, let alone Mark, but I had some decision making to do.

The friendship we had... the friendship he had with Rob.. and I had killed him, hoping to save my own ass.. hoping I could live a little longer..

I made my decision. I didn't want Mark hating me, and I didn't want Dark tormenting him. So I walked over to Mark and Jack, knife at my side.

"Mark... I'm so sorry.." and I brought it down. I heard a blood curling scream, along with actual blood hitting my face. Another scream followed, and I kept my eyes closed as I hit him again with the knife tip. "I'm sorry..." I apologized again. I was crying when I brought it down again onto his skull. I dropped to my knees, and heard a gasp. I looked up at Jack.. Dark was holding his dead body.. Blood stained his once green hair, and his eyes were dark green. His mouth was open in a silent scream.

Mark screamed, and tackled me.

"I was supposed to die! Jack didn't deserve it!" He screeched, punching my face, over and over. I had tears coming down.

"I'm sorry!" I screamed. Dark suddenly gasped, and dropped Jack. His eyes flashed. He started to breath heavy. Mark looked up at him.

"Jacks fear... it was.. what I live.. on!" He gasped, and fell to his knees. "This.. wasn't how it was... supposed to end!" He screamed at me.

I looked at Mark, who was staring at Jacks body.

"No.." He whispered as Darks body disappeared. I fought the urge to scream. I killed Jacksepticeye. Marks only love.. the only one who loved him as much as he did. "Jack, please.. you can't be dead.." He crawled off me, and over to Jack, as if realizing for the first time it was really him. I covered my face in my hands as I saw tears falling.

I screamed loudly. Tears easily flowed out. The blood from Jack stained my shirt, and I couldn't help but let out the sob.

"Jack... I love you so much.. please don't be dead, I can't have that, Jack, he's gone.. Darks gone.. I won't let him back... please Jack, I'll do anything, just come back.. just please... I'll die.. I'll murder myself.. you can't be dead.. you didn't deserve it.. you didn't fucking deserve it. I love you so much... Jack stop ignoring me! Wake the fuck up! Get up! This isn't funny!" He was screaming. "Get up! Jack you don't fucking deserve this! Get up now!" He was screeching now. I couldn't help but let tears come out, and let out a few sad screams. "Jack... please...." He whispered. "I love you.. so please get up..." without looking, I knew he wasn't moving.

I looked over at them, and saw Mark up against Jack's chest. "I fucking love you.. you don't deserve this... please.. please get up.."

And I saw red and blue lights outside, and horns flaring.

"Please....."

~~~

"I knew Darkiplier was real," I finished. He looked confused.

"That... seems oddly familiar.." he says, scratching behind his head. For a few seconds, he started to concentrate. He finally shrugged. "Eh. Oh well. That's a weird dream."

~~~

*is taping the fourth wall*

Hehe. I uh... * blocks view of wall.*

It's all well! Fourth wall is ok!!! It's just... yea!!!

If you don't know, that's totally not the ending of another book I have. Shhhhh.

Also. Go watch Pewdiepie play journey. Like, I cried at the end. I fucking loved the series though.