One Wish.

Chapter 2: The Five W's and One H.

[YFN] - Your Full Name
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You awoke the next morning to the sunlight streaming through your open curtains, seeming shining directly into your eyes and across your [SC] skin. You groaned quietly, you must've forgot to shut them last night, and squinted slightly before moving to roll onto your other side.

As you did, you were greeted face to face with a pair of warm brown eyes, "Morning," Your eyes widened quickly before a scream flew past your lips, scrambling away from the person in your bed and inevitably landing on the floor in a tangled heap of your covers.

You peered up from the floor to look at the man whom was now sitting up. He had moved to the edge of the bed, looking you over in what you assumed was concern. Your [EC] eyes were stuck on him. Brown eyes, red floppy fringe, slight stubble.

"You- You- You..." You stuttered out, the male before you only finding your loss of words amusing, "Me, Me, Me?" He said back with a playful grin. He had the same humour. It was impossible. It was absolutely impossible. But somehow, Markiplier was sitting on your bed.

Immediately, your mind went into a frenzy, an array of who's and whats and when and where and why and more importantly; how. Well, you could answer a few of those yourself such as who: well, it was clearly Markiplier, or rather Mark. Where: It was quite obvious, you were both in your room. As for what he was doing in your bed, when he got here, why he was actually here and how he actually got in was left unanswered. Your were brought back to reality by Mark waving his hand in front of your face.

"Uh, hello?" He asked, trying to shake you from your daze. You looked up at him and he held his hand out to you before pulling you up from the floor to sit on your bed once more.

"You're... You're Mark..." You said plainly, talk about stating the obvious. He only grinned, nodding his head, "In the flesh!" He was too cheerful. Why wasn't he freaking out about where he was?

You eyed him suspiciously, moving slowly to poke his chest with your index finger, maintaining eye contact with him as you did so. Feeling his chest against your finger; feeling that he was really there, you cast your eyes down to his chest, poking him once more and watching as it made contact with him. Okay, so not a dream. At least that had been ruled out. Maybe you'd finally gone crazy.

You were brought out of your thoughts once more by Mark gently taking hold of your hand, you hadn't realised you'd been poking him the entire time, "You know, poking someone repeatedly in the same place starts to hurt after a while..." He chuckled, causing you to blush softly in embarrassment, muttering out an apology.

"Why... Are you here? How?" You didn't want to bombard him with questions but you needed to know, you were feeling slightly unnerved yet somewhat relaxed by his presence.

"Well, you wished for it, so here I am." He gave a lopsided smile, "Now it's my turn to ask you a question." He let go of your hand, "What's your name?" He asked.

"[YN]." You said quickly, "[YFN]." You managed to slow your speaking down this time so maybe he could understand you.

"[YN], huh? That's a beautiful name." He smiled at you and then stood up, "Well, you wished for me to be here and here I am. So, what's happening?"