Realism Mode *Enabled* {Markiplier x Reader}

Chapter Seventeen

"Hey (Y/N)!" Mark greeted as he opened his front door. You had shown up for the little recording session you planned yesterday, and with any luck you were hoping to not screw up. Screwing up could be doing many different things, you'd never recorded a video so you weren't 100% sure what to avoid, but you'd try.

As you walked towards his recording room, he explained some things to you. The tips and inside information was well appreciated, which you made sure to tell him. He just grinned and opened the door to his recording room, throwing it open so you could see everything at once.

"It's messier than I thought it would be," you said, stepping inside and spinning around to view everything.

"I'm a messy person," he shrugged, stepping over a pile of cords to reach his seat in front of his monitor and camera. After he was settled he looked up at you, puzzled as to why you didn't follow.

"Should I go retrieve another chair or-"

"Oh, I forgot!" He leaped up and raced out, mad at himself for forgetting your seat. You watched him leave then return a few moments later with a chair, a pad for added comfort on the seat. It reminded you of your stool in your kitchen at home. "Here you go," he set it down next to his chair so both of you could be seen by the camera, but the chair he brought with was bigger than his own so you sat up higher, appearing taller than him to anyone who watched.

"Are you sure this won't hinder your pride?" You asked, tilting your head down to look at him from your perch on the chair.

"What do you mean?"

"I'm taller than you."

"..." He looked from you to the camera to himself then back at you. "We're switching chairs." A small smile appeared on your face and you got up to switch.

"That chair's less comfy than this one," you said as you patted your new chair. "You're the one who's playing the game, are you sure you'd rather sit in a more butt hurting seat?"

"I am not going to look short!" He shouted.

"As you wish," you turned to his computer.

"Did you know that phrase means 'I love you'?"

You stopped searching for your game on the homescreen to stare at him with wide eyes. "What?"

"In the Princess Bride, Westley says 'As you wish' even though he meant 'I love you'," he explained casually. "Have you ever seen the Princess Bride?"

"No, I don't believe I have," you shook your head, turning back to the monitor. You weren't sure what to do with this new information. Say the phrase more often? Never speak it again? Only say it to your future boyfriend when you knew for sure you loved him?

"Alright, let's get started." Mark opened the game, set up the camera, and started recording. "Hello everybody. My name is Markiplier and welcome back to It's Not The Fall, It's The Sudden Stop. With me today I have..." he gestured to you to finish the sentence.

"(Y/N)," you nodded at the camera.

"The maker of this amazing game," he smiled. "And she's going to be helping me, telling any little bits of information she cares to say about her game." Before Mark could click continue, you stopped him.

"Did you read 'Instructions'?"

"Yes, I did."

"Did you look at 'Settings'?"

"No," he clicked on it. Options for lighting, mouse sensitivity, and other things lined the screen. At the very bottom, the words Realism Mode *Disabled* were on the screen. You pointed at it and he roamed his mouth over it. "What does that do?" He asked, fascinated.