Realism Mode *Enabled* {Markiplier x Reader}

Chapter Fourteen

(Am I the only one who thinks that drawing is amazing?!)

(F/C) = food of choice

You got word from Cosette that she and James finished the playthrough, and as a result you scheduled an appointment with them to discuss what needed to be fixed. They both played it on the PC so their advice was similar, but you needed to know everything to make the game as good as you could. They each killed either Alysha or Trent so they got a different ending than (B/F).

As impossible as it sounds, your bossーwho played on the PlayStationーkilled neither Alysha nor Trent. You were expecting to have to revisit the game and play through it at least once so you got all the endings and everything in the game had been visited, but this saved you lots of time.

You spent the majority of the weekend editing and revising, even needing to visit Cosette again to have her re-say a line that was glitchy when being spoken in game. The reward you'd receive at the end of your long struggle felt well worth it.

While you were working on your game, your parents called. You told them what had happened recently with INTF and how close you were to getting it published. They reminded you to kept working diligently and that success came only to those who worked for it. You both said your goodbyes and focused back on the task at hand, working harder than before your inspiring chat with your parents.

After everything was edited and cleaned up, you made another copy and gave it to (B/F) in an old case. You wrote It's Not The Fall, It's The Sudden Stop on a piece of paper in fancy handwriting and put it in the front pouch on the case to make a make-shift cover, and when (B/F) saw it she grinned.

"That's the best you can do?"

"You're free to make something else, I just thought I'd save you the time," you shrugged, walking away. If she was going to tease you you might as well take your leave now. She watched you walk off, disappointed you didn't retaliate and start a friendly fight.

"(Y/N)!" She called, so you turned. "I can order a pizza if you want, for lunch."

"You don't have the money for that," you blew a stream of air out your mouth, knowing what you had to do. You'd have to pay for the pizza yourself.

"Actually, I do!" She pointed a finger up in the air before zooming off to what you suspected to be her room. She came back with $10 in her hand, waving it back and forth with a prideful air.

"Did that come from my room?" You asked, unfazed.

"What? No," she shook her head, dropping the money back down to her side.

"Ok," you jimmed your phone out of your back pocket and handed it to her so she could make the call.

"I got the job," (B/F) explained while dialing the number.

"Well done!" You congratulated her with a small smile.

"Yeah, it pays loads too," she stared at the wall, a glow of triumph in her eyes. "Yes, hello, I would like to order a large pizza please." You left her to order, roaming around the kitchen to collect plates and cups for the food. (B/F) got off the phone and shook her head at you placing the dishes on the table. Nonplussed, you stopped moving. "I got us drinks too, you can put the cups away."

"Ah, thank you," you grabbed the two cups and brought them back to the cupboard. The phone in her hand vibrated and she looked down to see what happened, and her eyes nearly popped out when she saw who texted you.

"You text Markiplier too?!" She shouted. You forgot she wasn't aware of your friendship.

"Oh, yes, yes I do." You walked over to take your phone from her, reading the text so she could see as well.