Realism Mode *Enabled* {Markiplier x Reader}

Chapter Five

 You arrived home to find a box sitting in front of your front door. After parking in the garage, you shut the garage door and went inside. Traveling to the front door, you unlocked it and stepped outside to pick up the nearly weightless delivery. You stuck it under your arm and returned indoors to open it and see what it contained.

"My contacts are here," you exclaimed with the amount of excitement a moody teenager gets when finding out they're getting an old phone and not the new one they really wanted. Of course you were happy, but you didn't know how often you'd be able to wear them until your game was finished. You preferred glasses when staring at a computer for a long time, and to make this game you needed to have the screen constantly in your view.

You took the small packages out of the box and tossed the box onto the island to take care of after you put the contacts in their proper place. Hearing a loud thud when the box met the island, you paused. You picked the brown container back up and pulled back the other flap to see your contact solution with a cheap contact holder inside. You'd forgotten you ordered that as well.

You took the solution and contacts up with to your bathroom, where you placed all the contact packages in a drawer and the solution you pulled out of its small box, along with the holder.

A door shutting with a bang made you perk up and peer over the banister towards the front door. (B/F) trudged in, looking sullen and in no mood to chat. You asked a question anyway.

"How'd the job interview go?" You stepped out of the bathroom and shut the light off. She just sent you a displeased look for an answer and you nodded. "What was the job?"

"An accountant," she muttered, walking out of your sight. You ran down the stairs and followed her into the kitchen, where she was looking for a snack in the fridge.

"You'll find something to do, I'm sure. You just have to keep looking."

"The boss was a jerk anyway," she added, pulling out an apple.

"It's good you didn't get the job then, I would not look forward to seeing you like this when you get home everyday." She nodded and walked away. You watched her leave then went to flatten the box that brought your contacts and put it in the recycling. "I'm going to be working on my game if you need me!" You shouted into the house, hoping she heard but not waiting for a response. Going into your office, you shut the door and settled down in the chair, ready for the next few hours to fly by as you worked on INTF.

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You knew it was possible to get writer's block, it was a common problem for authors to suddenly run into a brick wall with their writing and not know what to do for a while, but you'd never known game developer's block was a thing. You tapped your fingers on the desk on either side of the laptop, thinking but coming up with nothing. The entire storyline was thought up, the character designs and personalities were complete, and the scenery was perfect, now what?

You didn't realize you let out a loud groan until (B/F) popped her head in, a mask of confusion on her face. You weren't one to show your frustration often, so the noise was seldom heard coming from you. She rose an eyebrow.

"Game developer's block," you explained.

"That's a thing?" She mused.

"It is now," you ran a hand down your face, desperate to come up with something to do next. You could play test them on the separate consoles and make sure the controls were the way you set them up to be, but that'd be over too soon and you'd be stuck once more.

"You could come watch YouTube with me," (B/F) suggested. You looked over at her, a 'Why in the world would I do that?' look on your face. "There's some really cool YouTubers I think you'll like, they play games that might help you out." She didn't know if they actually would but it was worth a try. 

"What videos did you have in mind?"

"Come with me," she motioned for you to follow and you slowly removed yourself from your chair. After swinging your arms in a circle, your footsteps followed hers out of the room and down into the living room. This time her phone wasn't attached to the outlet and just sat on the grey cushions face down. Her case was scratched, showing its high usage.

"Alright," she said once you were both settled on the couch next to each other. "What do you want to start with?"

"This was your idea," your eyes narrowed. "I thought you had something in mind."

"I did, I was just wondering if you wanted anything specific," she started scrolling through the many videos suggested to her. You picked up on her lie but decided to just wait and see what video she randomly clicked and said she thought would be good for you.

"Ah, here," she selected a video. As it loaded, you glanced over at her to see her eyes on the screen. She looked so guilty, like she knew you knew she was lying earlier, but she wasn't going to admit it. You switched your eyes to the screen.

"Hello everybody, my name is Markiplier and-"

"Mark?" You asked, confused, and shifted your glasses on your nose. (B/F) paused the video to give you a befuddled expression.

"Yeah, that's Mark..." She stared at you for a few seconds while you kept your eyes on the screen. He looked exactly like the Mark that stopped by 5 Lives, was it possible he really was a YouTuber? You thought back to your questions you asked him the first time you met him and compared his answers to what would make sense if he had an account.

They lined up pretty consistently, especially if he mostly played video games. It would make sense he'd have expertise in knowing what made a game good or not if he'd been playing them for however long he has.

"What about Mark?" (B/F) asked, pulling you away from your train of thought.

"I know him," you answered. Before she could ask you to elaborate, you tapped the play button to continue the video.

After the video finished, you sat back to think. "How do you know him?" Was the question (B/F) asked the second she could.

"He's friends with Cosette and he's stopped by 5 Lives twice," you mumbled, not paying attention to her after you answered her. At the end of the game he'd explain what he liked about it, what was good and what was bad, and he'd usually compliment the maker. 

"Can we watch another one?" You glanced over at her, stopping her mid-whatever she was doing.

"You enjoyed that?" She gaped. You frowned and quickly shook your head.

"No, just the comments he makes at the end are rather vital if I want to make a marvelous game." She didn't make another noise until she found another video, this time part of a series.

"How about this?"

"We can watch that."

A couple hours later, you realized how long you'd been watching YouTubers play games while you should've been working on your own. As much as you liked the piece of advice they gave at the end, you needed to stop wasting your time and get working. You left your friend on the couch watching whatever interested her and made your way up to the office. 

You weren't enjoying yourself watching those like (B/F) had suggested you were after the second video finished. Nope, you weren't, not at all....ok, maybe for a second, but that second wasn't a full second, it was only about ¾ of a second. Either way, you had work to do and time to make up for, so you were headed to go do what your parents would've wanted you to do.

On the plus side, at least your imaginary brick wall called game developer's block was gone.