Realism Mode *Enabled* {Markiplier x Reader}

Chapter Twenty

In order to get the best offer you could, you searched the internet for other deals for a CR-V. You were looking for a (Color) one, but if you couldn't find it then that was fine. It wasn't the color that mattered, it was the condition.

At about 4 a.m. in the morning, you found a pristine state CR-V that was (Color) just like you wanted. It looked just as well kept as the CR-V at the dealership, looked the same too, minus a few scratches and the windshield had some grime on it. It was a few thousand less than the price at the dealership so you sent the owner an email.

You sat waiting for a reply for what had to be at least 10 minutes before seeing the clock and thinking the person probably wasn't up yet. Standing up, you headed down to the kitchen and watched the green numbers on the clock with dull eyes. There was no point in going to sleep now. Besides, coffee existed so you could power through your drowsiness.

As you went for the coffee ground, your eyes widened. Your contacts were still in! You rushed up the stairs and into the bathroom, plucking them out of your eyes and putting them in their container, then put the solution with the contacts. Your vision decreased dramatically and you headed back to your room with your hands up like you were Frankenstein so you didn't run into anything.

Retrieving your glasses, you pushed them onto your face and retreated from your room, shutting the door silently so as not to wake (B/F) up. Entering the kitchen again, you put the coffee grounds into the coffee machine and poured water into another compartment. Closing the top and adjusting the coffee pot so you could see it fill up, you flipped a switch and sat down on your favorite stool to watch it.

Your thoughts consumed you as the sputtering of the machine made constant background noise. You never really realized it, but your house was dully colored. Everything was grey and black, two colors that proved just how boring of a person you were. Boring was an offensive word to you, though you knew it described you accurately.

Sure you did lots with your time, more than the average person, but where did that get you? You didn't move to a bigger, nicer house; you didn't gain friends; you weren't told you were making a difference in the world; there was nobody dying to meet you; you weren't going anywhere. Everything you did just consumed your time. Life wasn't about working nonstop, or getting famous, or having the best or being the best, it was about...what? You couldn't figure that out.

"(Y/N)?" (B/F)'s gravely voice pulled you from your thoughts.

"What are you doing up?" You got up from your stool and approached her.

"I heard the coffee maker," she yawned.

"You should head back to bed." She didn't do anything, just stood there in her rumpled pajamas with eyes she could hardly keep open. "This way," you spun her to face the staircase to her room and she shuffled towards it, her steps sluggish and unhurried.

Once she was back in her room, you let out a slow stream of air. You should get some coffee otherwise you'd end up like her.

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You were walking towards the owner of the CR-V's house. It was 6 in the morning, and they responded to your email not too long ago. Apparently they had work in an hour but were willing to meet up at their house to discuss buying the car.

With you, you brought your wallet and phone and bargaining skills. Along with lying, you were amazing at bargainingーand if this person was as willing to get rid of their vehicle as easily as they suggested in their email back, this should be a piece of cake. Rule #1 of selling something: don't reveal how desperate to sell it you are or the person'll know they can bargain it to a very low price.