Nine
"Never underestimate the pain of a person because in all honesty, everyone is struggling. Some people are better hiding it than others."
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After work that day, you had felt at your lowest point in a long time. You craved to feel alcohol slide down your throat but you couldn't do that to your own child.
God, just get out you damn thing. I want to fucking drink again.
You them wanted to slap yourself for such a thought.
No (Y/N). You're not going to be a shitty mother. She's going to grow up without a father. Don't make it any worse than it needs to be for her.
That's when you had to do something that you haven't done in a while.
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Mark Edward Fischbach
Born: June 28, 1989
Died: June 24, 2015
Brother of Tom Fischbach, Husband of (Y/N) Fischbach, Father of Molly Fischbach
Funny how everyone was so certain the baby was a girl. Funny how he's buried next to his mother, father, and brother. Funny how there's more space for two more people. That will be Molly and I one day. I hope that it's me first and not that poor little girl.
Looking around, you saw that the man that you still loved so much was buried close to where babies were buried.
Oh God no.
While you were looking at that section, you could've sworn that you saw a tall figure with black hair. This figure was looking at one of the baby graves.
"No, it can't be." You murmured.
Call out to him.
You heard your mother's voice echo in your head.
He's always looking at that one grave. He always mutters something about hoping that his own child won't end up there.
You looked around to make sure that no one was around before you made your voice heard.
"Mark?" You called as loudly as you can. "Is that you?"
The figure turned his head towards you. He began walking over to you and as he got closer, you realized it wasn't Mark.
It was Dark.
"Oh God damn it." You said, making sure he heard you. "Mom, that's not him."
I'm sorry honey. But I swear that he's there, just not today it seems.
"Hello (Y/N)." Dark said in that deep voice of his. "How are you today?"
"God, why did the fandom create you?" You asked. "And better yet, why the hell do you even exist in the first place?"
He chuckled and said, "The same reason why your parents decided to have unprotected sex in order to create you."
"Because they were high as fuck all the damn time." You said. "You aren't high. You're just a douchebag."
"A really hot douchebag." He added.
"Nah, just a douchebag."
He chuckled once more. "You better hope that that baby inherited from Mark more than she did from me in order for Mark to be her father."
"What the fuck are you going on about?" You demanded, placing a hand over your stomach.
"Do you really think that you could've beaten an immortal demon like me?" He asked, placing a hand on your face. You quickly slapped it away. "Jet's a weak little asshole. He wasn't enough to fully defeat a powerful demon such as myself. And let me tell you something. I was always there. I saw everything. The proposal, the graduation, the surgeries he got while he was in L.A. and still alive. You name it, I saw it. I remained inside because I knew he was going to die. I knew it from the moment that the fandom brought me to life."
"So you're saying that you could be the father and not Mark?" You asked, on the verge of tears.
"Yes." He said. "While he was alive and I was still inside, we had separate DNA but the same body."
"No." You said, allowing the tears to fall. "No, you're not the father."
"Take a DNA test and find out the truth." He dared.
"I don't think I want to know the truth." You said.
"Besides, even if the child isn't mine," he said. "we could create one of our own."
"Oh, hell no." You said, beginning to walk away. "In your dreams."
"Actually, in your dreams because I'm always in yours."
You held up your middle finger as you walked out to your car, which was parked close to the tombstone.
"Jesse, thank God you answered."
"(Y/N)? What's wrong? Are you okay?"
"No, I'm not okay. I need to schedule a doctor's appointment."
"Why? Are you okay? Is the baby okay?"
"As far as I know, the baby is okay.
But I'm not so sure about me."
"Why? Isn't your next appointment tomorrow since it's on the first of every month?"
"Oh yeah. I almost forgot."
"Can you wait until tomorrow?"
"I mean, I can try."
"I'll go with you."
"No. They'll think you're the father."
"Let them think that. The poor kid's gonna grow up without one anyway."
"Fine. But Mark's name is going on the birth certificate and you'll have to explain the whole thing when she's born."
"Let it be. I've always wanted a daughter."
Just like Mark. God, what if it turned out to be a boy?
"Pick me up early in the morning."
"I'll do my best. I have a therapy session with the gang tonight. We'll see how it goes."
"Good luck."
"You too (Y/N). I'll call you later."
You hung up the phone and began driving home.
Maybe she doesn't have to grow up without a father. Maybe she doesn't even have to know her father even died.
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