Markiplier X Reader

Chapter 8

So, we got everything set up for recording more Okami. We recorded about 5 hours worth of gameplay.

"And we will see you, in the next video."

"Bye bye." We both waved at the webcam and stopped the recording.

"Man, I am loving this art style."

"Yeah. The art style and story are my favorite things about this whole game."

"So y/n, is this one of those games that you can replay countless times and still have fun?"

"Well, I can't speak for everyone but for me, yes. I have played through this game completely at least 7 times." Mark gave a nod ad leaned into the couch.

"Should we record more?"

"Later. You have a lot of editing to do."

"True. Keep me company?"

"Sure." Now, we are in his computer room and I'm sitting next to him, watching him edit. Normally, I would have been in my own world, zoning in and out, not paying attention in this world but my own. Mark though, he is some how able to keep my mind focused. My mind isn't wondering, I'm focused and I'm not even bored. To most, watching someone edit without and sound is boring but for me, for some reason, it isn't.

Once Mark finished, he let out a sigh that turned into a yawn. I leaned back into his chair, trying to relax his back from slouching in front of the screen.

"You ok Mark?"

"Yeah, just a little tired."

"Take a nap then. You work too hard and you need one."

"But I'm not tired."

"You just said you were."

"..........Oh..........Can you sing me your song then?"

"What?"

"I'll take a nap if you sing me the song you wrote." Mark wore a big smile that made it impossible to say 'no' to.

"Sure. Let me get my guitar."

"Yay! A nap does sound nice too." Mark got up and went to his bedroom. I let out a happy sigh and grabbed my guitar. I was outside Mark's bedroom door and lightly knocked.

"You decent?"

"Yep!" I entered and saw Mark climbing into his bed.

"You know, you're supposed to be the older one."

"So?"

"Good point." Mark was holding his Tiny-Box-Tim plusie close to him and he wore a sweet smile. I sat at the edge of his bed and adjusted my grip on my guitar. I began to strum soft cords in a slow manor. When I began to sing, my voice was low, slow and soft, just how the song is supposed to sound.

"It was a dark day, day of lost faith. I wasn't the person I thought I'd be. Can't anyone relate to me? There's nothin left to see. So I'll take a walk round, the edge of town. Think of leaving it all behind. Then I find, a little letter fell, fell right out of the sky. I looked up to a fright of my. A young girl hovered way up high. I thought myself crazy, when I saw her waving. Then simply fly, my attention taking. I look down to my hands, where the letter lay. Inside I find words to make my heart dance.

It say; Isn't it great to be different? Isn't wonderful to be exactly you are? When you start learning to accept yourself, you'll find you'll shine.

To this day that writing on that page, is mottled by the tears I shed. While my eyes began to open, something changed, so it rang and eyes opened to see a new I now lead. Home wasn't far. I ran and grabbed my old guitar, started strumming a bar. I sang her words, the verse, that lead the chourse for chorus, as her voice joined my noise. This cute girl with the wall-eyed stare.

She murmured she'd heard such sore sad words before and her heart tore. She say, the hardest thing we're faced, isn't the teasing or the pain. It's convincing our self we aren't stupid, strange, or lame and to help others do the same.

Now all because of her, I turned. I'm now where I need to be, because of the beautiful girl who believed in me.

Isn't it great to be different? Isn't wonderful to be exactly you are? When you start learning to accept yourself, you'll find you'll shine. When you learn to stay true to you." I sang the last note and strum the last chord. I turned and saw Mark sleeping and a smile found it's way to my face. I gently took his glasses off and set them on his nightstand. I then slowly and quietly got up and left.

I'll check on him in an hour or so. Hope he sleeps well.

I made my way to the living-room. I then saw the calender and remembered what today's date was. December 18th.

Mark is going to be leaving on the 23rd. Dammit. I hope I can get an apartment before than. I must be a burden at this point. Well, if I can't get an apartment by then, I can get a hotel room. I know he said that I could stay but...... it just wouldn't feel right...........Fuck it! I'm going to write!

So I sat on the couch and began to write whatever came into my mind. Almost an hour later I stopped and reread what I wrote.

..................Well this just shows that I can't write any happy fun times. Oh well, better go check on Mark.

Before I could get up, I heard a door open followed by some footsteps and the 'click' of a door closing. Mark came down the stairs shortly after and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

"Hey Mark, I was about to go and check on you."

"Thank you. Ready to record more Okami?"

"Yep." I scooted over, giving Mark room to sit. As Mark played more of the game, I couldn't help but feel a little sad that I'm going to be leaving soon but I was also very grateful that someone cared enough to look out for me. We finished another episode and the rest of the day was just Mark and I goofing off, telling jokes, stories, and watching movies. Soon night fell and I was becoming drozy. Mark took notice and gave y shoulder a pat.

"You should head off to bed y/n. It's getting late and you look like you're about to fall asleep." I let out a yawn and rubbed my left eye.

"Ok Mawk. Night." Because of my droziness, I said Mark's name weirdly but he didn't seem to mind. I got open and slowly made my way to the guest bedroom.

"Night y/n. Do you want me to walk you to your bed?"

"I'm a big ki-ow." I had accidental walked into a wall but it didn't hurt really.

"I'm ok." I looked back and saw Mark's concern face so I gave him a thumbs up and a smile. I then noticed that he wasn't making any move to leave the couch.

"Hey Mark?"

"Yes?"

"Please don't stay up too late." I said with a small smile before entering the guest bedroom and passing out on the bed.