Trapped - a Markiplier x Reader Fanfic

You Were Right

The next day you were awoken by a knock at your door. You rolled over, groggy, and checked the time: 6:46.

You opened the door and saw Mark, looking nervous. His eyes widened as he saw you, "(y/n), you're eyes!"

"Morning to you too Mark," you yawned.

"Oh yeah, sorry about that..." Mark said shyly.

"Wait, what about my eyes?"

"They...they changed color!" You ran over to the mirror and were shocked by what you saw. You're eyes had completely changed their color!

"Guess the author doesn't like my eyes..." You tried to lighten the mood, but Mark grabbed you and talked in a serious tone.

"(y/n)...I think you're right about the whole "trapped in a story" thing. You see...I had this dream last night. I was me, but I was different. I was in L.A., I had a dog named Chica..."

"And you were super short,"

"I'm not that short!" Mark pouted, and you couldn't help but crack a smile. "But, the dream felt so real, and I...I remembered. This isn't my life. I don't live here, and you don't either. We somehow got sucked in here."

You sighed with relief, "so you know now."

"Yes, I understand now. I'm sorry I called you crazy yesterday. I just got here, and I forgot about my entire life, and then everything started to change..."

"Wait, so, if my eyes changed," you said worriedly, "this means I'm starting to change."

"I'm afraid so..." Mark said softly. "So...what do we do?"

"I...I don't know. So, besides me, you haven't seen anyone else here?"

"Yep. I was terrified at first, but then I just sorta got used to it. I could only talk to people online. At first, I tried to tell people where I was so they could find me, but in a few days, I started telling everyone that everything was fine. They kept asking because I was still missing, but I kept telling them I've always been here, alone. Everyone probably thinks I'm going crazy."

You snorted, "you probably are."

Mark giggled and smiled at you, "at least I'm here with you."

You gazed lovingly into Mark's eyes before snapping yourself out of your daze. "Mark, listen. I get that you were alone here for a while, and I'm glad that I can keep you company until we figure out how to get out of here. But, I feel like we can't know if these feelings are real or made up by the author. So, I think, it's best we wait until after we get out of here to figure that out..." You trailed off, but Mark nodded in understanding.

"Right. Sorry, I don't know what came over me. I'm having a lot of trouble controlling it..."

"It's alright. I'm having trouble controlling it too. I just feel like we should try to keep from following this stupid author's rules."

"You're right. We should wait until we can have full control of ourselves so we don't do something we regret."

"Exactly." You thought for a moment, and then grabbed your computer. You looked up 'trapped in a story'. You found something about a 'Fiction Portal'.

"Says here characters or people can travel in or out of different worlds through something called a 'Fiction Portal'."

"Does it say anything about where it's located?" Mark asked.

You scrolled through different articles. "Nope. it seems more like a rumor than a real thing."

"Well, it's the closest we've got to an answer." Mark sighed.

You grabbed your keys, "come on, Mark."

"Where are we going?"

"The nearest library," you said. "We're gonna do some research on this thing."