Online Lover (Markiplier X Reader) (EDITING)

#35

My friends, I am dying of starvation, dehydration and sickness. Like, please send help. This sickness is making me never hungry or thirsty. Rest in Pepperoni's, Me.

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Previously;

I laid there curled up with her. I smiled and my eyes. Then, drifted off, conformably.

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-Your POV-

your eyes fluttered open. There was no site of Mark near you.

You place your elbow on the bed and looked around more.

Where is he? Today's the date.

You rubbed your tired eyes and fully sat up. It was only pitch black with some light begging to seep through the curtains.

You pulled the covers off and placed both of your legs on the carpeted floor. Pushing yourself off the bed, you stumbled a little then regained your balance.

As curious as you were wondering where Mark was, you absolutely needed to change clothes. Even if they were Mark's. He hadnt exactly bought you clothes yet so you were just chilling in his. You went to his closet and pulled out a plain green shirt. The pants you had on were fine.

Even if they were pajama pants. The sweatshirt HAD to go. You were sweating so much easier with it on.

You tugged at the sleeves of the sweatshirt and took it off from above the head. After taking it off, you immediately placed the green Tee on as if someone was in the room.

You looked around again and saw again, nothing. You shrugged it off then opened the bedroom door for yourself. Walking out, it wasn't as dark as the room was.

Since you lived here, you knew your way around. First, you checked the upstairs. There was no sight of Mark.

You stomped downstairs and looked around there. Still, no where in site.

Maybe he's busy. I can't control him.

You sighed and plopped on the couch. You had no job, no phone. Basically, all you could do was watch television.

When you were walking around, you seemed to notice a black rectangular object with a note on it. You ignored it because maybe it was Mark's. You couldn't just snoop around his stuff. Yet, the not caught your eye and said YOUR name. Slowly, you walked by the box and saw it was a phone.

You peeled off the note and looked at the phone. It was a (type of phone). You placed down the phone and looked at the note.

Dear Y/n,

Vernity told me about your other phone breaking and even if she's your bad side, she made me get you a new one. Hopefully you enjoy it because she said it was your favorite type. Also, all your contacts are already on there, its fully charged, and it's connected to Mark's internet so, kid, blow your mind out.

~Dark.

You smiled at the note. You were a little curious how he knew the password but they were the same person. Well, same looks, way WAY different personality.

You held on the power button and it started up. It started up in a minute or two and you went on.

All your apps were on there, contacts, and pictures. It confused you more and more but, Dark is Dark. 

First, you clicked on Twitter. There was over 1,000 notifications.

Jeez.

You had a few concerning messages from online friends. It made you think of how you met Mark online.

It was just a simple chat and you wanted to meet new people. There was an interest spot, which you filled with YouTubers and music groups. That's how you found some very generous people.

You wrote in the tweet box.

@(your Twitter name): Hey, guys! My phone broke but I'm back now.

Then, clicked 'Tweet'. You instantly got a few likes from friends and comments saying 'yesssss'.

Your follower count was around 3,000-4,000. You had no clue how you got that much. Last time you checked, you had almost 1,000.

You looked through your notifications and nothing seemed strange. Until you realized it said '@markiplier has followed you back!'

"Ahh," you nodded your head and said like you were getting a refreshing sip of pop.

You closed off the Twitter app but you were just too happy.

You heard a door open and your head turned towards the sound. There came in a Mark. He smiled at you and sat next to you. "Hi."

"Hi," you said back and placed the phone down.

"Where would you like to go, my pretty lady?" Asked Mark.

"Hm? Oh, yeah, uhhh. No where fancy, please. I'm bad at those places."

"I'm letting you choose," he added.

"But Markkkkkkkk. I'm bad at choosing place," you frowned.

"Y/nnnnnnnnnnn. Just choose. Anywhere," he smiled.

"Fine.. Uh, Starbucks?" You asked. Even if you did work there, you and Mark could still communicate and not go anywhere fancy. You were in pajama pants...

"Perfect," he said and instantly scooped you up.