Realism Mode *Enabled* {Markiplier x Reader}

Chapter Eighteen

As you drove to work, charging down the road at 60 miles per hour, you sat in the middle lane of the freeway. Your car rumbled as it rolled along, making a few bothersome noises you weren't hearing cause you were thinking hard about something. Distracted driving wasn't a good thing but you couldn't help yourself, and so far nothing had happened as a result of your intense thinking.

You were thinking about Mark and your place with him. You were at least friends with him, that was certain, but something more? Since your one date you hadn't done anything besides hang out, and that felt like things friends did, not lovers.

Maybe you were just overthinking this and consuming your thoughts with a boy that shouldn't be so close to you. You told yourself you weren't looking for a man, but yet you found one anyway. That wasn't all bad, he was a great person and you could see a future together, but what if he didn't want that? You'd experience a form of heartbreak by knowing the feelings weren't returned, and all the hope you had at the beginning of this journey would crush you at the reveal he didn't think of you the same.

Sudden sputtering and a decrease of speed made you snap from your thoughts to the current predicament you were in. The person behind you nearly rammed into you, and once they made sure they weren't going to hit you, they honked their horn. You eyed the dashboard to see your speed steadily dropping and a yellow wrench light on.

Crap.

You dropped below 40 miles per hour and you started to panic. You tried to push the gas down to the floor but that did nothing and you just kept bumbling along. Pushing the button so your hazard lights would come on, you spotted your exit up ahead, but it was much too far away. Cars passed on either side, going at least 60, and any cars behind you left your lane to switch to one of the others, occasionally honking at you.

30 m.p.h.

27 m.p.h.

24 m.p.h.

You didn't know what to do so you took out your phone and called the first person you spotted on your contacts, which was Mark. As you waited for him to pick up, your eyes kept scanning the view you could see in your mirrors and out your windshield and windows.

21 m.p.h.

18 m.p.h.

16 m.p.h.

"Hello?" Mark answered.

"Mark, I'm trapped on the freeway and my car is having problems," you blurted. Before he could question anything, you started explaining. "It's slowing down and the gas pedal doesn't work. I can't move to the side of the road because I'd get hit by a car, and I don't know what to do!"

"Ok, calm down, where are you?"

"By the exit leading to 5 Lives," you couldn't remember the specific name.

"I think I know where you are," he paused. "I'll be there shortly, just keep talking to me. Tell me what's happening."

"The cars are going around me, and I'm moving at 15 miles per hour. I don't think I'm slowing down any more. Oh, and the little wrench on the dashboard is lit up."

"When did you first notice your car having problems?" You could hear noises in the background, which you assumed to be him getting ready to come get you. You didn't know what he'd do once he got here but it was still reassuring.

"About 2 minutes ago, I was....lost in thought and didn't realize what was happening until the car made a noise I didn't think was normal."

"Are you still going 15 miles per hour?"

"Yes."

"I should be there soon. Are cars still going around you?" You were beginning to think he just wanted to keep you talking so you didn't panic too much, and so far it was working pretty well.