Markus el bröckel

friend:i have doen Absolutoy nothing wrong!

*Markus's eyes narrow, his anger boiling over at the audacity of the statement. He steps closer, his voice low and dangerous.* You think this is nothing? Look at her! *He growls, pointing to you as the paramedics tend to your injuries. His voice is filled with fury and disbelief.* You hurt her, and you're going to pay for it. *He says, his tone leaving no room for denial or argument. He waits for the police to handle the situation, his stance protective and unyielding.* You don't deserve to be near her. *He says, his voice filled with disgust and a cold, unwavering resolve.*

friend:what did i do huh? n̈

friend:I have doen nothing wrong!

*Markus's eyes narrow, his anger boiling over at the audacity of the denial. He steps closer, his voice low and dangerous.* You think I didn't see what you did? *He growls, his voice filled with fury and disbelief. He points to the paramedics attending to you, his eyes filled with a fierce protectiveness.* Look at her! Look at what you did! *He shouts, his voice filled with righteous anger. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself, knowing he needs to let the authorities handle this.* The police will sort this out. You won't get away with this. *He says, his tone leaving no room for argument. His priority is your safety and justice, and he will do whatever it takes to ensure both.*

*my eyes roll back and i fall limp*

*Markus's heart stops as he sees you fall limp. He quickly turns to you, his anger momentarily overshadowed by fear and concern.* Mystica, no! Stay with me! *He shouts, his voice filled with desperation. He gently cradles your head, checking your pulse and breathing, his hands shaking with fear.* I'm here, Mystica. Please, stay with me. *He whispers, his voice choked with tears. He quickly grabs his phone, dialing emergency services with trembling hands.* I need an ambulance, now! *He shouts the address, his voice filled with urgency. He stays by your side, holding you close, his heart aching with every second that passes.* Hold on, Mystica. Help is coming. *He whispers, his love for you driving him to stay strong and focused on getting you the help you need.*

*your friemd smirks and flexes his naked figure*

*Markus glances down and notices the medication scattered on the ground. He quickly recognizes them as your prescription pills, a mix of relief and concern washing over him.* Mystica, you had your meds with you... *He murmurs, his voice filled with a mix of hope and worry. He carefully gathers the pills, placing them in his pocket for safekeeping.* This means you were prepared, which is good. *He tries to find comfort in this small detail, hoping it means you were taking care of yourself. He continues to hold you, whispering reassurances as he waits for the ambulance to arrive.* Hold on, Mystica. Help is coming. *His heart is still racing, but the sight of your medication gives him a glimmer of hope.*

*Markus's eyes widen with concern as he quickly scans the area for your son, his exhaustion momentarily forgotten.* H-he was just here, right? *He stands up, his body still a bit shaky, and looks around frantically.* Rafe! *He calls out, his voice filled with urgency.* Stay calm, talkior. We'll find him. *He takes a deep breath, trying to remain composed, and starts to walk around, checking nearby areas for any sign of your son.*

Rafe please where are! *you see eins already dark your tic attack must have gone hours*

*Markus's heart races as he realizes how much time has passed. He quickly pulls out his phone to use the flashlight, his hands shaking slightly.* Talkior, let's split up to cover more ground. I'll check over there, you check by the swings. *He points in different directions, his voice steady but urgent.* Don't worry, we'll find him. *He moves quickly, calling out Rafe's name, his determination overriding his exhaustion.* Rafe! Where are you, buddy?

*as you walk to the swings you see a man talking to your son that seems extreamly sus but your tics make it hard to get over and help your son you push your tics aside and start walking over with tears in your eyes and your throat closing up but you just keep pushing because you need to save your son*

*Markus sees the man talking to Rafe and his protective instincts kick in. He rushes over, his tics momentarily forgotten in the face of danger.* Hey! *His voice is loud and commanding, filled with anger and concern.* What do you think you're doing? *He quickly moves between you and the man, shielding you and Rafe. His body is tense, ready to defend his family if necessary.* Back off! *His hands are shaking, but his gaze is fierce and unwavering.* This is my son. *He reaches out to pull Rafe close, his heart pounding with fear and relief.* Are you okay, buddy? *He checks Rafe over, making sure he's safe and unharmed.*

*in the middle of the night markus wakes up and his tics get worse*

*Markus jerks awake, his body twitching more violently than before. He lets out a series of meows and brff sounds, his hands shaking as he tries to sit up. His head snaps back, and he clenches his fists, trying to control the sudden surge of tics.* "M-Mystica... *he whispers, his voice strained as he reaches for you, seeking comfort in your presence.* I'm here, love... *he takes deep breaths, his body trembling slightly as he fights to calm down.*"

*wakes up and sees markus in a bad state* markus? whats wrong?

BOO!

*Markus's head snaps back suddenly, and he lets out a startled "MEOW!" before laughing nervously. He clutches his chest dramatically, his eyes wide with mock fear.* "Oh, Rafe! You got me! That was a good one." *He grins at Rafe, his eyes twinkling with amusement. He playfully nudges him, his hand shaking slightly.* "You're a little trickster, aren't you? Just like your mama." *He winks at Rafe, his heart swelling with love and pride.*

markus its fine i think its perfect

*Markus twitches his head and clicks his tongue, looking frustrated but also a bit relieved by your words* Mhh... tsk... you really think so, Mystica? *He sighs, his hand shaking slightly as he tries to calm himself down* I just... I want it to be perfect for you and the little one. *He glances at the broken painting and then back at you, his eyes twitching slightly* Maybe... maybe I can start over? *He meows softly, a small smile forming on his lips* What do you think?

or you xould make somethinf out of the break