You run into Markiplier at a coffee shop. Or is it really him? His hair is darker, his voice is deeper, and his smile and laugh are more sinister. He also seems to be everywhere you go.
You talk and drink, smiling often. You had watched Jack since he first started youtube and feel a great debt to him for always making you laugh when you were sad. He was basically a god to you. But you didn't realize just how amazing he was. Seeing the unrecorded side of him, was, amazing. He was very real on camera, but now he's calmer and friendlier. He is the type of person everyone wants to be friends with.
And while you're with him, you feel like everything bad doesn't exist. Your toxic relationship, lack of money, and the rest of the world don't matter anymore. All that matters is right now. "You're a cool person, Y/N. You'd be perfect on youtube." "You think?" you ask, your eyes lighting up. "Definitely. Everyone would love you."
You get lost in your thoughts, thinking about being a youtuber. It was a dream many people had, especially when watching their favorite youtubers. But you never thought you had a chance. And now the jacksepticeye is telling you you'd be a good youtuber. "You should make a-" Jack suddenly stops and looks as if he's in pain. He grabs his head, looking dizzy.
"Are you alright?" you ask, grabbing his hand. "Y-yeah. I don't drink too much, that's all." he sounds really nervous. "Are you sure you're good?" He nods. "I-i'm gonna go to the b-bathroom. Splash water on my face of something. Stay here." he says, the last part sounding very strict. You watch him walk away, stumbling. You look around the bar, bored again. You hear the door open and look over at it. Your jaw drops at what you see.
Mark walks up to you. "Hey Y/N." he says, smiling. His smile is so warm. It melts your heart. "H-hey M-mark." you stutter, nervous like a teenager asking her crush out. He looks at you from your head to feet. "You look stunning, Y/N." he says, warmly smiling again. "You look better without the makeup. But you look good no matter what." he adds.
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(Mark looks like that at the bar, but with red hair. I like the idea of the red hair, even though he doesn't anymore have it, cuz it's cooler for Dark.)
"Thanks. You look stunning too. I-I mean nice. Y-you look nice. Is what I meant." He just laughs. "I just threw this on." You look at him, surprised you don't start drooling. "So, what are you doing here?" he asks, kindly. "My boyfriend wanted to come." you say, shrugging like it's nothing. "Oh cool. I was bored editing so I decided to take a break and go out. Glad I did now."
"Cool. I was actually hanging out with Jack. But then he got dizzy or something and went to the bathroom." "You gotta be careful with drinking. Especially him and me." he jokes. "Oh yeah. I totally forgot. He barely drinks and you will 'die' if you do." "Hey, I would die if I did." "Mark, you drink in Drunk Minecraft. AND you were drinking with me the other day!"
"Nah, you're thinking of someone else." You roll your eyes at him. "Okay, so I can drink some. But I have to take pills and stuff. Ya know, so I don't die." "Suuuure." He picks up your drink. "Hey, what are you doing?" "I'm thirsty." "Get your own." you yell, reaching for your cup. "The bar's too far away. Come on, just let me have a sip." "I don't want your diseases."
He holds the cup above your head so you can't reach it. "Give it!." "Nah, i'm good." "Mark Edward Fischbach." "You know my full name. Ew. Stalker." You sigh. He pushes you away. "Give. The. Cup." you say, as he keeps you away from him with his arm. He lowers your cup down and puts it up to his lips.
At this point you're playfully trying to get it and yelling, while in your mind you're thinking 'MARK'S DRINKING FROM MY CUP! OH MY GOD! YESSSS!!!' Instead of the one sip he promised, he chugs the whole thing. When it's empty except for foam, he puts his hand down and gives you the cup. "You drank it all! Jerk."
"Geez. Alcoholic." "I didn't even finish my ONE drink. How am I an alcoholic?" He doesn't answer, yet pulls his wallet out. "Go get two more then. I won't drink yours this time." he holds his wallet out. "You're seriously giving me your wallet?" "Yeah. Why not?" "I could steal it and run away. Sell 'Markiplier's wallet' online and get rich." "But you wouldn't do that." he says, ruffling your hair.
I didn't edit this or even read through it, so i'm sorry if there's any mistakes or if I did something stupid. The reads keep going up though. You guys are the best!
