The Risks of Loving (Markiplier x Reader)

Chapter Seven - Christine

Your POV:

I woke up to the smell of coffee. I looked over to see Mark was out of bed. I yawned and stretched out my arms as I forced myself to get up instead of role back over into bed. I didn't care about my appearance this morning. I just have a huge case of the "fuck its" this morning. I walked into the living room to see Mark swiping through the channels. I kissed his cheek softly then said, "Good morning." He looked back at me and smiled. "Morning beautiful," He replied. His smile melted my heart. "I'm gonna run up to the store," I said softly. "I need a few things." "Okay," Mark replied. "Be careful and I love you." I answered with, "I love you too," as I walked out the door. I went to get into the car but I dropped my keys onto the ground. I picked them up and could instantly tell it was gonna be a long day. I raised my head after picking up the keys causing me to get distracted by the music store that was across the street. I walked over and entered to see sheet music in books. I looked around to see this fancy black book on the table and opened it. I couldn't help but sing some of the lyrics. "Let the dream began, let your darker side give in, to the power of the music, to the power of the music of the night," I sung. The music is so beautiful. After the words spilled from my mouth I looked down to see the book light on fire as it formed a ring around me. My heart stopped as panic filled my brain. It was getting harder to breath by the second, causing me to try to gasp for air and breath in the fums of the smoke. I fell to the ground, coughing extremely hard, as suddenly my vision leaves as I pass out. Not much longer after that, my eyes flutter open. I got up to see I am wearing this beautiful white dressing gown. (picture above or look up Christine Daae white dressing gown to know what it looks like) I turned around and looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was curled and my makeup was perfectly done and natural. "Finally awake?" I heard a voice echo behind me. I quickly turned around. A man with a mask that covered his left eye stood there. "Who are you?" I said. He walked up to me and ran his hand down my face and stopped at the end of my chin. "That's not important." He said, sending chills down my spine. "Whats important is that your my Christine." "My name isn't Christine!" I argued. "My name is (F/N)!" The man just grinned. "Christine," he whispered into my ear. "Welcome to the story of the Phantom of the Opera."