Two Different Worlds ( markiplier x reader )

Chapter 1: Chance

"Come on computer, come on! Of all the times you choose to run slow, you pick now..." you mutter, impatiently tapping your fingers on the dusty keyboard.

Hello everyone! I'm currently on Omegle since the channel just hit 14 MILLION subscribers, and it's all thanks to you. You guys never fail to amaze me with your endless support! So, come say hi to me :D - mark via twitter, 6 hours and 21 minutes ago.

"Shit, will Mark still even be on Omegle? Its been at least 6 hours since that tweet..."

It's only been two hours and I've already met so many of you! You guys are the coolest😎. I'm still on Omegle if you wanna try and chat :p - mark via twitter, 4 hours and 12 minutes ago.

"Okay computer, please," you sigh. "You're almost there! Just load the site, please just load the site."

Four hours down, who knows how many more to go. Just type 'markiplier' as your common interest and try to find me on Omegle if you want. Thanks again for 14 million! - mark via twitter, 2 hours and 8 minutes ago.

You can't help but breathe a sigh of relief once you see that Omegle has finally loaded on your ancient computer. Your laptop and phone got taken away for being "disrespectful," and you're now forced to use the family computer for anything internet related.

Shakily, you type in 'markiplier' in the common interest bar and press 'video'. Your heart drops once you see yourself in the left bottom corner of the computer screen, staring awkwardly into the camera at the top of the computer. The top left corner is still looking for a match.

Why am I so nervous..? I don't even know if I will get to talk to him, considering there are probably thousands of people trying to find him as we speak. But why is this freaking me out so much? I should just breathe... you think to yourself.

But then you remember why this means so much to you. From the first video of him you saw, you instantly fell in love with everything he is and does. Just hearing the name 'markiplier' soothes you. His warm, deep voice that could put you to sleep any day of the week. His bubbly, accepting personality that makes you feel special on the inside, like you really matter. His gorgeous, beautiful face and body that could make any person melt into a puddle of water. His hilarious, cheerful game plays that make you smile no matter what mood you're in. His positive, beneficial advice that has helped millions, including you. Yeah, that's Mark for you.

He's your hero.

And you're going to talk to him.

About three hours pass, and no luck. You feel as though you've hit 'new' a thousand times, and the disappointment keeps resurfacing each time it's not him.

"I probably missed him, damnit. I was too late and now all the people who have met him are just freaking out, huh. They're probably telling all their friends and posting it on social media... Why do they get to talk to him and not me? What did I do wrong, huh?" You can't believe how bitter you're being. You feel a pang of guilt once you realize you should be happy for them, but you just can't do it right now.

I'm going to try for one more half an hour. But first, I need a glass of water. I'm starting to get a headache from being so stressed about all of this. Off to the kitchen I go...

"Hello? Is anyone there?" an all too familiar voice says while you're in the kitchen.

You couldn't forget that voice even if you tried.

You drop the glass of water and as it shatters on the hard wood floor, you couldn't care less. You stumble into your parents office, where the computer is located, and couldn't believe your eyes.

"M-Mark?"

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chapter one is complete!
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