Don’t Laugh. Help Me!
“hear me out…. based on a dream i had…. but Mark, stuck in a kitchen cabinet. Hes screaming. And we laughing. I have no other context cause that’s pretty much all i remember from the dream. But pls.”
“Hhey have you seen Mark?” Amy asked, “I haven’t seen him in a few hours.”
You bit your lip as you tried to remember the last place you saw the Youtuber.
“He was in the kitchen before I started edited. But I haven’t seen him since.”
Amy looked worried. “His car is still outside, and Ethan needs him to help with his video.”
You stood from your desk, placing your headphones on the chair. “I’m sure he’s napping somewhere.” You said jokingly. “I’ll help look.”
Amy led the way downstairs, your voices calling out Mark’s name as you searched the house.
Ethan joined you as you searched the bedrooms. You went as far as looking under the beds and wardrobes.
You regrouped with Amy in the kitchen. “Where the hell could he be?” You asked.
“This house isn’t that big,” Ethan said, “How can we lose someone so obnoxious?”
Amy scratched her head, “Chica is outside so he didn’t take her for a walk. Maybe Tyler knows.”
“Did you guys ring Mark’s phone yet?” You asked. Ethan and Amy looked at each other and laughed.
“I honestly didn’t think about that.” Amy grinned.
You pulled out your phone with a roll of you eyes. Tapping Mark’s number into the phone, you pressed it against your ear and waited.
The three of you looked down at a cabinet under the sink. Amy was the first to move, reaching down and grabbing the handle.
“I will only allow you to open that door if you promise not to laugh.” Mark’s voice said from behind the small door.
Amy sniggered and threw open the cabinet. The sight made you and Ethan howl with laughter.
Mark glared at the two of you. His legs scrunched up against his chest, arms stuck in a weird angle as his body was somehow wedged in the tiny gap under the sink.
“What did I just say?” He exclaimed with a half angry stare. “Stop laughing and get me out of here.”
“How did you manage this?” Amy asked, crouching down to better look at him.
“Why did you manage this?” Ethan giggled, holding onto your shoulder for support.
“I wanted to see if I could fit under the sink,” Mark replied bitterly. “I use to hide their all the time as a kid.”
“Mark, you’re far from a child anymore.” You shook your head. “I’m surprised your head could fit to be honest.”
Mark rolled his eyes at you and looked at Amy with a pout. “Can you get me out?”
Amy scrunched up her nose, considering it. “You know what. You got yourself in there, you can get yourself out.”
“Huh? Wait! That’s not far!” Mark yelled as Amy closed the cabinet door on him.
You and Ethan burst into hysterics as Mark shouted and yelled through the door. Amy lifted her phone and opened the small cabinet, just enough to snap a photo as Mark wriggled to get free.
“This is going on Instagram and going straight to his Mother.” She announced proudly.
“Put the caption, ‘Grrr, Mondays’.” You said and Ethan slapped the bench with his hand as he laughed.
“Guys! Come on!” You heard Mark whine. “Help a friend out!”
“Do you hear something, (Y/N)?” Amy asked. “I think I heard something outside.”
“You know what, I did too.” You said with a grin. “Let’s go investigate the outside noise.”
You and Amy hurried out of the house, just as Tyler came in. He approached Ethan as the blue-boy stood, recording the knocking and grunts coming from inside the cabinet.
“What have I missed?” Tyler asked, looking confused.
“Mark got himself stuck under the sink,” Ethan replied with a wide smile.
“Of course he did,” Tyler sighed.
Mark suddenly burst out of the small opening. The door coming off it’s hinges with a loud snap and a grunt from Mark as he flopped on the kitchen floor.
“HA!” Mark said, springing to his feet with a smile. “I did it! I didn’t need any of you.”
Tyler shook his head, crossing his arms over his chest as Ethan giggled.
“You’re fixing that door.” Tyler said firmly.