A Dark Deal (Markiplier x Reader)

Getting Unpacked

e/b/n - your ex boyfriend's name

y/n - your name

y/s/n - your sister's name

You drag your feet to the front door of the new house and search your pocket for the key. It wasn't there. You sigh and bring all the bags to the porch and start searching the ground where you dropped your bags earlier.

When you finally find it,  you rush to the door, unlocking it as fast as you were able to. You walk inside, and carrying all those bags tired you so you dropped them as soon as you find empty floor.

You open up all the windows and got your duster out to dust. 

"Wow," Your older sister, Y/S/N, would exclaim sarcastically. "the neat freak is dusting the windows! What a huge shock!" Yeah, she's not the....greatest.......sister.

You look around upstairs and move your bags into the room. The moving van should be coming this Thursday, two days from now, so I should just get to cleaning.

By 8 (it was 5 when you got here) you had cleaned all the rooms, except for one. It, oddly, was locked with a keypad lock  and you didn't know the combination. So you just skipped that room for now, but made a mental note to yourself that you would call the real estate agent if they knew how to unlock it.

You were already tired, but you blamed it on change of time zones and jet lag. 

Being as prepared as you were, you had an air mattress and plenty of pillows and blankets stowed away in your car. So you left the house door open as you went to the car to get everything you left there when you arrived.

With your arms full of more suitcases and bags full of everything from toilet paper to your Markiplier fanart. (Yes, you draw Markiplier fanart.) You weren't ashamed of the fact that you do, yet you didn't like anyone to see them. Especially now that you live right next to him, your YouTube idol!

You then hear a creaking sound from behind you, and being way too paranoid from watching/playing games like Amnesia, Among The Sleep, and the FNaF games, you prepared yourself for the worst.

The door open, as you had left it, so you expected it to be just the wind. You sigh at the loss of excitement in that moment and drop the toothbrush you were holding as a weapon.

Continuing back to your house, you felt someone watching you. It was a regular feeling for you to have, as your main hobby was playing horror games on YouTube. Yup, you have a YouTube account too.

It's not as big as Markiplier's or any of the significantly big accounts, but i twas still a vast community. With just hitting 100k subs (100,000 thousand subscribers) while still in the middle of packing to move your channel is a pretty big size.

And it's just so difficult for you to imagine that many people watching you scream into the camera, scared at just about everything, even if you claim your not scared of anything, and they waited patiently when you couldn't make any videos while you were in grief over your ex-boyfriend, e/b/n's, death. They're the best group of people you could ever share your thoughts with, except for those couple of people in the comments who are subscribed and watch all of your videos even though they state after every video that your the worst and that you're not even funny. But you just ignore them. They don't get to you, not after so many years of ignoring the group of bullies in middle school. You don't remember their names. But you didn't forget what they did. (no flashback now, their will be in a future update while she tells Markiplier.......something ;D)

Anyway, before your thoughts took a dark turn you noticed you had walked up the stairs and into the master bedroom without even realizing you were still moving. You shrug and yawn, making it look like you were possessed by a demon or something.

As you walk into the master bathroom, the feeling of being watched returns again. Not wanting to figure out you were right while taking a shower, you skip that small step and just lie down on the air mattress, soaking it all in while your eyelids grew heavy and your breathing deepened as you fell into an unbroken slumber.

Authors Note

733 words! Yay! Last chapter was in the 400's. What a leap lol.

Why does she feel she's being watched?

Is someone actually watching her?

Michelle (me)- *shrugs*

Reader- what do you mean you don't know?

Michelle - well, i make it up as I go along soooo.... 

Reader - wow, just wow *sarcasm detector beeping fast, lights flashing brightly*

Michelle - I gotta go..