Sincerely, Anonymous { A Markiplier Fanfiction }

Spoilers Sweetie - Chapter One

My head's pounding as I fumble for the blankets, my fingers finally grasp the edge and I pull them off me. I think I had a nightmare, maybe I'm just tired again. Slowly, I drag a hand over my forehead to find it beaded in sweat. I shake my head and drag my feet to the floor, my eyes flicker to the clock hung on the wall across from me.

4:00 PM

FOUR? God, I've overslept... Again.

Just as I've made it out of bed, the smell of coffee wafts through my open door. I don't think I made coffee when I got back in, then again, I don't usually remember what I do when I get home from work. Although, I don't remember leaving the window to the fire escape open.. or letting my neighbor in.

"Sammie? What the hell are yo-" I groan as I make my way to close the window, she always forgets.

"ShhhHHhhh. I come bearing coffee," she almost dances over to me, delivering to steaming hot cup into my hands, " you got in pretty late Liz, everything okay at work?"

I snort without meaning to, work is anything but "okay". But I don't like to talk about it.

I mean, I work with drunk twenty to forty year old men who have no concept of personal space. Like, if I tell you not to touch my ass, DON'T. The coffee burns my palms as I clutch it tight and look up at Sammie, smiling.

"Yeah, just stressful, that's all." I hope the smile I've put on can convince her that everything's okay. Sammies eyes bore into mine, like she's searching for a reason for me to not be alright. A minute passes and she sighs, nudging her foot into my shin.

"Alright kid. I believe you." Her coffee sits on the table next to her, dangerously close to my computer.

"Sammie, could you move your coffee a tad bit over? I'm afraid of it spilling on my computer." I smile at her and she rolls her eyes.

"Oh yeah, wouldn't want to spill anything on your boyfriend." She lets out a giggle, scooping up her coffee before standing and walking to the kitchen.

"You like him to!! Don't give that sass young lady!" I mock a parents scowl and find myself laughing at myself, it's so dumb.

"Yeah, but you.. Oh you.." Sammie mutters, pouring coffee into one of my many go-cups. I leap up off the chair, "Me? What's so bad about liking the guys videos?"

I hear her scoff and she turns around, walking up to me and stopping by my side.

"Sweetheart," Sammie leans closer and whispers, " you're practically in love." And with a pat on my cheek she's disappeared out the window, leaving it wide open.

My eyes roll without me giving them permission to, God she can be so dramatic. Swiftly I make my way over to the window, now letting the cold February air waltz in. I find myself leaning out the window, watching cars pass by down below. Eventually I close myself back in and glance at the clock again.

4:45 PM

I know that I should be to work early, because we've got a new girl in and I have to train her. But somewhere in my caffeine fizzled mind, I really want to watch what Mark just uploaded. I'll just be one second...

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What? Did I-? I roll over and see nothing but blankets and my sleeping computer, which I managed to wrestle off me. I'm in panic mode now, because I need to be to work- Shouldn't have watched anything, shouldn't have fallen asleep, dumb, that was dumb. My mind slowly registers the time on the clock.

5:50 PM

"Shit!" I mutter as I frantically throw open my closet, looking for my work uniform. There it is, the black skirt and white button up shirt is by far the tightest fitting outfit in my closet, my hands grapple for it before I slip my t-shirt off. My fingers shake as I button up the shirt and I quickly manage to pull on the skirt over my legs, fastening it just above my hips. I turn around and look across the room, watching my reflection in the mirror.

"Hair.. Uhh.." I mumble as I pull it out of the ponytail it was held up in. Shaking my head, I run my fingers through my hair and decide that's it. I think it's been about five minutes as I rush out the front door of my apartment, shoes barely on my feet, and sprint down four flights of stairs. Heaving a breath as I crash into the lobby, I somehow manage to make it to my car without incident. I slide into the front seat and my hand slips the key into the ignition and the engine purrs in response.

"Thank you," I pat the dashboard as I pull into the road, " thank you so much."

( A/N AYYYY FIRST CHAPTER! I know, kinda a lame start. But trust me, it gets better. If there's anyone who might be able to make me a cover picture, could you please message me? That'd be wonderful. Please vote and comment if you liked this start and thanks for reading!! )