Presentable Liberty: Markiplier

(A Markiplier/Presentable Liberty Fanfiction)

Chapter 1: The Cell

I woke up on a single bed In such a tiny room. Where am I? This isn't my room. Why am I even here? Who the hell put me in here?

As if to answer the question in my mind, an envelope slip through under the door. "Hey!" I shouted at whoever is behind the metal door. I got up and stand in front of the door as I tried to see who's out there through the medium sized window bars. "HEY YOU CAN'T KEEP ME IN HERE!" I shouted again, "THIS IS KIDNAPPING!"

I've gotten no answer whatsoever from the person who deliver this letter. I picked it up and opened it. I sat back down on the bed and read it.

Dear Mark

The moment I've had heard the news that they have taken you in. I couldn't help but try to get in contact with you through this letter. You may not know me, but I want you to trust me as a true friend. They're holding you as a prisoner only because you are one of the few that are not infected by the virus. I don't know what they're planning to do with you, but you can't let them win. I shall write more letters to you soon. Stay strong my friend.

- Salvadore

"They hell?" I said. I took in the design of this room. It's gray and almost bare. At least there's a clock on the wall. The door has no knob, there's two strings of wire hanging out next to the door, and there's a window just above my bed.

I check my pockets to see if they left me my phone. None whatsever, not even lint in my pockets. I've just realized I'm wearing a dark grey uniform that is mostly scrubs, and I even have white socks on. There are even dark grey slippers to match the uniform placed under my bed.

"Fuck." I said as I laid back down. "Who's they? Who's Salvador?"

After at least a good long and boring 20 minutes. Another letter slip through. "Hey wait! Please don't go!" I rush up to the door as I only caught a glimspe of the back of black short hair. It must be a man who's delivering these letters.

I picked up the letter from the floor and sat back down to read it. It's from someone else this time.

Hello, Mark Edward Fischbach

As you should know. Many people all over the world are dying from the deadly virus. You are part of the few that are healthy, and I must keep it that way. You are one of our greatest hopes for humanity, Mark. Treat this cell, as a sanctuary from the terrible disease. You will be assigned to a Happy Buddy that will keep you from boredom. We can't keep a guest like you going out of his mind without entertainment.

- Dr. Money

"A guest? Heh heh, a guest? More like a prisoner."

I place the two letters I've gotten today under the bed. After a long while which probably took at least about 2 hours. Food was delivered to me under the open slot of the door. "Wait wait wait wait wait!" I ran up to the door and finally caught the guy's attention to just stop and talk to me.

"Who are you guys? Why is Dr. Money keeping me here like this?"

He was hesitant at first but he said, "This place is called Blue Rose Prison. It's designed to keep the immune like you in these cells."

"Why? I've got rights! You people kidnapped me!"

"I'm sorry, but do not worry. I'm going to find a way to get you out of this cell. Sadly I'm only the delivery boy. Someone else is assigned to take you out of this cell for other reasons. I better get going before they become suspicious."

"Wait, what's your name?"

"Charlie, I'll talk to you later."

He left as if he was in a hurry. They must have cameras around here that could be why. I picked up the plate of food which was steak, vegatables, and a cold bottle of water. At least I would be expected to be fed. But I wonder who's assigned to open my cell?