Markiplier Imagines

~ Where did he go? ~ Part: 1

Your POV

Laying in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling... I stretch my arm to the other half of the bed to find that Mark wasn't there...
I assumed he was in his recording room, but I couldn't hear anything... Normally I could hear his deep and glorious voice. I pulled off the duvet and slowly walked out of our bedroom to look for him. I make my way to Mark's recording room and put my ear against the door... It's silent... too silent. I'm used to hearing raged screams and lots of yelling. I open the door and flip the light switch. When light filled the room, it was empty. Nothing was there. No gaming setup, no collection of fan made gifts, nothing. It's like he was never in this room.
I then walked down the stairs and searched the rest of our apartment. His shoes weren't in their regular spot by the front door, Chica and her stuff were nowhere to be seen, his stash of cheese-its weren't in the pantry, our family picture of Mark, Chica, and I wasn't hanging in the hallway.
Mark is nowhere to be found... I walk back upstairs to the bedroom. When I walked in, I went straight to his closet... Nothing was there. I went and grabbed my phone and scrolled through my contacts, his number wasn't there... So I dialed his number, it rang twice and then a annoying monotone male voice stated,
"Sorry, but the number you're trying to call has been disconnected." At this point, I'm in tears, I don't know what to think, I'm so confused...
I walk over and sat on the edge of the bed and just thought to myself... 'Where did he go?'

...Part 2 coming soon...