From the Other Side of the Screen- Markiplier X Reader

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I've been here day in, day out.
Never spoken out loud.
~~~

You stared blankly at your phone screen. The clock read 12:26 AM, but you didn't care. You were still hurting on the inside. You needed an escape from this hell of a thing you call life. You went to go to messaging to text your best friend goodbye, but you accidentally hit YouTube. "Shit," you thought out loud. You went to go exit the app when a video caught your eye. A dark brown haired man with a cheesy smile in the thumbnail made you smile. Wait, what is my face doing? You wondered. You hadn't smiled in months. You tapped the video and started watching. "Helloooo everybody, my name is..." you checked the channel name. "Markiplier," both you and the man on screen said at the same time

-2 years later-

You and your friends were in hysterics over Mark's new video in his Five Nights at Freddy's 4 video. He was screaming like a little girl and you all couldn't help but laugh. Foxy popped up on the screen and Mark flipped out, flying backwards on his chair. You smiled to yourself, warmth filling your heart.

~Later that night...~

You cowered in the dark cave of a room. It was warm, it was home. You were about to fall asleep when the familiar skype theme song filled your ears. You looked at the unknown number calling, and picked up. You made sure you were hidden, so all they could see was darkness. "Hello?" You ask, disguising your voice. "Ahahaha WADE COME HERE!" You gasped. A blue haired man was cracking up in screen. He looked familiar. The half shadow beard, the brown eyes squinted as he laughed, the floofiness oh his hair. It was- could it- "Mark?" You manage to stutter out. He finally acknowledged the screen. "Oh, hey!" Mark replied back happily. You stared at the screen in disbelief. Keep cool, you told yourself. "Hey," you responded, deciding it was the most logical answer. "I must've- *hic* - called you by accident," Mark said, a chuckle following. "Are you drunk?" You ask. Shit, good job me, you thought sarcastically. "I'm not as think as you drunk I am," Mark laughed. You shook your head. "Well, I'll go now," you solemnly said, though not wanting to go. Mark's face dropped. "No! You can't go! I haven't even gotten your number- er- name!" Mark said, holding back tears. You laughed at how utterly drunk Mark was. "Name's (Y/N). And my number is..." you said, followed by your number. Mark lit up again. "Great, (Y/N)! Text you soo-!" Mark said, hanging up slightly before his last word. His last moment of talking to you was still frozen on your screen. You squealed.

Hey (Y/N) it's a me, Markimoo moo!

Looking down at your phone, you realized that you literally had the Markiplier's phone number. Oh. My. God.

(Bold- you. Itallics- Mark)

Hey!

Hwy you said that last time we texted

We haven't texted before?

Yeag wr did

.. When?

This isn't Jack

No?

Shute

This is (Y/N). You acknowledged that only a few moments ago

Oh yeah (Y/N)! I forgot about you

How does one forget in 10 seconds?

☆ALCOHOL☆

My god

Mmm fireball- I mean unnamed whiskey brand

Did you just quote yourself?

Nk

Yes you did

Man tamhat dude is a jerk stealing mt quotes

Who?

Whoever you were talking about. 'Yourself'. >:(

You are too drunk right now.

No I'm just

Just?

You're right ims drunk

What a surprise

Hey that's mean

That's truth.

OH MY GOD THERE IS A HOT GUY IN THIS HOUSE HOO IS IT

I don't know?

Nvm it's a miror

Cocky even when drunk aren't we?

Idk

Oh man.

I'm tried

Then sleep.

But the unicorn pony lemur is about to take me to ponvyille!

Go to bed

Okay

Tell Wade I love him

Jk

I hate his guts

Night

You smiled.

Night, Mark.