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“Mark, My $3”

Pairing Mark Lee x Reader Genre Crack Warning Death, Poisoning, Heart Attack, Body Horror, Mark Lee, not proofread Wordcount 1164

I was 17 years old when I first lent Mark Lee three dollars and died shortly after. A little girl blew on a dandelion and the little feathery petals of it flew into my throat, suffocating and killing me instantly.

Mark Lee watched in fear as I chocked to death. He ran away farting and screaming, gross.

I didn’t know I died until I woke up as a 5 year old. I restarted my life, I redid school, I made new friends, I went on playdates, I robbed a bank, I hugged a boy under the slides, I played house, I redid my childhood.

A 5 year old Mark Lee came running to me. “Y/N-ie! Let’s get ice cream!!”

The ice cream man told us it would be three dollars, and I instantly got a funny feeling in my stomach. I looked over to Mark, and the words he told me made me sick to my stomach.

“I don’t have money. My mommy said I’m too young cutie baby to have any.” He then ran back to the park, showing off his ice cream to our friends in the playground.

I took out three dollars, gave it to the ice cream man, and heard my heart break. Three dollars was all I had to my name. My whole net work gone. I shed a tear and walked away sadly.

As I was walking the across the street, I felt it. I got ran over by a minivan. I heard my bones breaking, the tires screech, the people screaming calling for help, the ambulance. I heard it all. I tried to fight it, but I couldn’t.

I died, again. And Mark Lee somehow had something to do with it , again. Coincidentally, I lost three dollars, again.

I awoke again, this time as a 23 year old woman in a survival base trying to stay alive from a zombie apocalypse.

“Y/N! Thank goodness you’re awake, we need to go out for food again.”

“Ok, just let me wake up first…” I stretched out my arms, and looked around. I didn’t need to familiarize myself with the place, my brain somehow new it like the back of my hand.

I dress myself and made my way to the Market Town that was known for having food to sell. The food wasn’t free, it costed bottle caps. I walked around the the small town and payed for food to take back to my home base.

“I’m sorry, I don’t have three caps. Can’t you just give it to me, please? I promise I’ll pay you back later!” Mark Lee begged the vendor.

“Hey, I got extra caps. I can pay for you.” I handed him three bottle caps.

“Thank you so much! I’ll repay you with whatever you need.”

“Don’t worry about it, it’s fine.” I smiled at him and walked out the Market Town, feeling good about myself, but also weird. I had a weird feeling that a zombie was about to come behind and attack me.

“Ahh!” I screamed from the top of my lungs as what I predicted did happen. I zombie fell out of nowhere onto my back and began biting me. I tried to push it off, but it was too late. I collapsed to the floor as a rush of zombies began to surround me and eat my inside.

I died, again. Mark Lee killed me, again. Expectedly, I also lost 3 caps of currency.

I woke up, again. My insides were hurting as I remembered how the zombies teared me open right before my spirit got transferred again.

I was reborn as a mermaid. I swam around with my friends around the streets regularly and would always go shopping for tail, top, and hair accessories.

While swimming down the sandy streets, my friends and I swam our way to a street vendor selling season coquina shells. Their my favorite, I love how sweet they taste for something so salty!

“Here you go ladies!” The vender handed us our Coquina shells and we paid and swam away giggling and laughing over how cute he was.

I finished my shells quickly and went to go get more. I noticed a guy struggling to pay, and to my surprise, it wasn’t Mark Lee!

Eventually the guy paid for it in whatever Pearls he had on him. I ordered myself more coquina shells, paid the three Pearls, and smelled the delicious sweet and saltiness coming from the shells.

Suddenly I heard a voice behind me. “What are those?”

I turned around and this time it was Mark Lee. I gave him my coquina shells out of fear of somehow dying.

As I swam away I realized I basically gave him three Pearls. I instantly stopped on my tracks, and turned around to see him enjoying them.

I knew what was coming. I looked around to see for anything that might kill me in the next five minutes. Thankfully nothing was off or out place. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and took my time swimming back to the bench my friends and I were sat at.

I should’ve kept my eyes open. I somehow ended up swimming to a fishing hook and got my stomach punctured on it. I tried to get off it, but the movement I made caused the fishing hook to lift me out of the water and onto some random boat.

It’s a misconception that mermaids are as tall as a humans, we only reach to 2 feet long. I started suffocating and bleeding out while the fisherman watched in horror. They watched as I struggled to fight back.

My skin turned blue, my tail began to rot, my top began to get soaked with blood, and my gill took in way more air than I’m used to. Sadly, I had to experience the worstest fear known to aquatic creatures, Oxygen Poisoning.

I somehow managed to die for the fourth time in a row due to Mark Lee and those stupid three dollars. Mark Lee, you owe me my three dollars. You and those three dollars keep killing me, Mark Lee. Give me my money, Mark Lee!

This time when I was reborn as an 80 year old woman, I wasted no time to track down the nursing home Mark Lee was in.

I stormed into his room and weakly slapped him with my bag.

“Pay me my 3 dollars you wrinkly old man.”

“Who are you?”

“You know who I am. Where’s my money?”

Mark went through my bag and pulled out three dollars. “Here’s three dollars. Buy yourself something nice!”

I clutched my chest, and suffered a heart attack. I realized then that me lending him three dollars was not the issue, him being in contact with my three dollars was.