[ ❛ ☾ .' HUES! ❜ ─ ✧ DREAM]

── chapter viii !!

( real life )

If Mar had to guess, it probably happened at around 2 am. The first person to congratulate her was Quackity, god knows why he was still awake. She got the spam of his texts and Discord notifications on her phone, causing her to grumpily lift her head up and narrow her already half-closed eyes at the brightness. He definitely was telling her something important, but her brain was currently sounding out each word one by one, and every time she got a new message from him, it was as if the Windows error noise went off in her brain. 

Finally, she just gave up. Can you blame her? Don't answer that, it was rhetorical. She slapped her phone back down on her nightstand, face down. She buried her head in her pillow and exhaled deeply. It wasn't until her phone started ringing that she let out a frustrated half scream. 

She snatched the phone with the anger of a toddler when their sibling tries to take their toy. (She knew that experience quite well, dealing with Sam). She pressed her phone to her ear. "What on Earth is SO important that this phone call could not wait." She hissed and rubbed the drool from the side of her mouth.

"CONGRATULATIONS AMIGA!!!" Quackity hollered into his phone, which was her breaking point. She never hung up so fast on someone in her life. She was pretty sure she cut him off from speaking as she simply turned her phone on do not disturb and tossed it onto the carpet of her room. Then, it was back to a peaceful slumber.

But the fun didn't stop there, oh no no no, of course not. The loud knock on her apartment door the next morning startled her from her sleep, and she sat up so fast her hair got stuck in her mouth. Brushing her fingers through her hair, Marley shuffled her way to the front door, pulling a t-shirt on as she went. When she opened the door, she was nearly mauled by Dex as he pulled her into a hug.

"Could you open the door any slower? I think your neighbors hate me now." He mumbled, constricting her lungs with how tightly he was squeezing. Mar closed the door behind him as Dex walked into her apartment and set a small bag down on the table. "Anyways, congrats!"

"Hmm? For...?" Mar questioned, crossing her arms and rocking back and forth on her feet.

"What for?!? Jesus Mar did you just wake up or something?" Dex turned around and opened his plastic bag, pulling out a container.

"Could you not tell from how terrible I look right now?"

"You always look like that."

"You're such a little shit." Marley hissed as Dex turned around, showing off a small white cake with chocolate sprinkles all along on the side. On top, in awful purple frosting handwriting, were the words "1 Million Matches!" And a sad attempt at her now iconic party hat smiley face.

"Wait-" There it was again, that Windows error noise. 1... Million? "WAIT." She repeated, before rushing to her bedroom and opening her Youtube page, Dexter not far behind. There it was, clear as day. She had hit one million subscribers. One fucking million. 

Her next step was grabbing her phone and looking at all the missed texts, calls, and messages on social media. Marley pulled her Twitter up, her hands shaking so badly she could barely type.

mar-aca | match_boxx
> ONE FUCKING MILLION?!?!
HOLY SHIT

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> STREAMING IN AN HOUR