Their Amy; His Liebling (pt. 13)

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“What do you mean she thinks she’s in love with him?” Mark
has had it. This is the last sing solitary straw, and he sinks to his knees.
Wilford taps his hand against his leg, fidgeting wildly with his other hand in
his hair. He doesn’t know how to handle this: a distressed Markiplier.

He didn’t want to be the one to tell him in the first place,
but since Dark hasn’t come back from Voidtopia, Wilford was forced to be the
bearer of bad news. “It’s likely some kind of concoction love potion that
Yandere whipped up.”

“You guys can do that?” Mark mumbles into his knees.

“No, but it’s the only explanation that I can think of,”
Wilford says with a shrug, which is lost on Mark, who hasn’t yet looked up from
where he’s rested his head on his knees. “Maybe you should talk to her.”

“She probably hates me. Or better yet, Yandere has
hypnotized her to want to murder me on sight. Of course, she also could’ve
forgotten me altogether; let’s not leave that little gem out.” Mark is shaking
with anger and no way to get it out.

Wilford sees this and makes a suggestion, “Here.” He snaps
his fingers and a dummy appears. “Pretend it’s Dark and call me when you’re
done.” He steps out of the room to the sound of Mark tearing into the dummy.

Host is waiting just outside, nervously fidgeting with one
of the buttons on his jacket. “The Host wants Wilford to explain what has
happened. Amy is acting strangely and refuses to talk to the Host, and-and he’s
afraid that he’s done something wrong!” Host’s kitten rubs against the Ego’s
leg, but the Host doesn’t even acknowledge Fitz. “Wilford needs to tell the
Host what he’s done wrong!”

“No, no, Hosty,” Wilford tuts. “Amy isn’t mad at you. She
thinks she’s in love with Yandereplier. Apparently, he’s got her convinced that
he’s her Senpai, and I’m sure that means that a lot of strange things will be
cropping up because of it. But it’s nothing that you did wrong.” Wilford seems
proud of himself for comforting the Host so well, but this only opens a new can
of the Host’s signature worry.

Host starts chattering about what this could mean and what
Yandere could’ve done to make this happen, and just about that time, Mark
returns from Dark’s office. “I’m done now.” He’s sweaty and tired, but his eyes
are clear.

Wilford nods. “She’s in the den.”

Mark pokes his head inside the Ego’s living room where the
TV is turned on, but the volume is low. Amy sits on the couch, and he swears he
can see the remnants of tears in her eyes. “Amy?” He steps into the room where
she can see him, and she quickly wipes the sleeve of her shirt over her face.
So she was crying, but why? “Can we talk?”

Amy shakes her head. “I don’t want to talk to you.” She
pauses a moment. “Where is Yandere?”

Mark feels a stabbing pain in his stomach and bites back his
anger. “No, I don’t know where he is. Wilford didn’t tell me.”

Amy goes rigid, and her eyes fall away from him. “Then you
should go. He’ll be angry to find you here with me.”

“No,” Mark insists. “I’m not leaving you here.”

“Why not? I don’t love you. I never really have!” Amy gets
to her feet, facing him down. “So you might as well leave and never come back!”

Mark shakes his head. “No, I won’t!”

“Fine. I’ll go back to Yandere’s room,” Amy brushes past
him, but he grabs her arm. “Let go of me.”

“Not until you tell me why you were crying then.” Mark is
pleading with her to speak to him, to wake up and be his Amy.

But she shuts herself down, cuts off all emotions. “Let go
of me, Mark.” And he does because he can’t stand having her look at him like
that for one more minute. Amy leaves him there, and once she’s gone, the Host
and Wilford wander in.

“So, how did it go?” Wilford asks.

“We were shouting, and
you two were standing in the doorway the entire time.” He drops onto the couch.
“What are we going to do? How could he have possibly convinced her that she’s
in love with him? Host?”

Host shakes his head. “The Host is not sure that even he could do that if he wanted to. He has no idea how Yandere managed to do it.”

Dark storms in moments later. “That pathetic punk won’t be
bothering anyone anytime soon,” he growls. “I’ve made sure of that…. For my own
purposes, of course.” He sinks to his recliner with a sigh. “Now that you have
your precious Amy back, I suggest you leave. I’m not in the mood to…”

“She thinks she’s in love with Yandere.” Mark leans his head
in his hands with his elbows on his knees. “She won’t even talk to the others.”

Dark makes a face. “Yandereplier doesn’t have the power to
do that.” He pauses and then snorts. “She’s lying to you. She thinks Yandere is
still loose somewhere in the building, right?” Dark shakes his head and leans
back against his chair. “You’ve got to give her credit. He threatened all of
you, threatened to tear you all apart if you even got near her. And he can kill Mark, if he has a mind to, so what does
she do?”

“She tells us she’s in love with him so we’ll leave her
alone…” Mark jumps to his feet and runs out of the room.

Dark rolls his eyes. “Those two are disgusting.”

Wilford laughs. “You’re just jealous.”

The Host smirks. “You got stabbed, didn’t you?”