Chances // Markiplier x Reader \\

> Prologue <

You were the regular seventeen year old. Nothing special about you - you had a few friends here and there, had a few hobbies.

But the one thing that stood apart from you; You were a Markiplite.

To some, it was a meaningless word - if even that. To others; it was something of which they couldn't possibly understand from your eyes.

But to you, it was its own world.

And you weren't the only one - in fact, there were about twelve million others. It's just you seemed to be the only one that you knew personally.

And in the direct middle of the legion of fangirls and fanboys, obsessors and subtle fans, there was.. Him.

Markiplier.

Actually known to society as Mark Fischbach, he was a YouTuber.

But the term YouTuber - it meant a lot more to you than it should. Mark did.

Because though you knew everything to know about him, he hadn't a clue you existed.

And though in normal society that would be considered unhealthy, you somehow didn't care.

It was something about him you needed to keep; perhaps the way he looked into the camera, the way he softly smiled and looked directly at you; like you were the only thing he could possibly be thinking of. Or maybe it was his personality - generous, carefree, conscious and - when needed - contempt and caring. Though he raged, swore and yelled, it was only human to do so. And even that part of him you appreciated and were in love with.

Maybe that's why. You were just head-over-shoulders in love with him.

Because Mark was unlike a lot of other YouTubers out there -

He cared about his fans.

He honestly, genuinely cared. And that was a part of him you couldn't really exist.

- Plus he was hot as hell. But aside from that..

He was your hero. You admired him, crushed on him and all around respected him.

He made you happy.

A part of you just wanted to meet him, though..

One day..

If you were to get the chance..

Maybe..

Maybe.

Maybe you could.

A part of you told told you so, anyways.

Because chances

are sometimes closer

than we think.