Comfort Tales

Hallucination - Markiplier Comfort Tale

(( Author's Note:  Hey! Guess what? Another weird ass story. If you're this far into this book, you should understand what the comfort tales are about now. This one is the same kind of weird as the last story, only with Mark instead of Jack. Also, it's surprisingly not that dark, compared to most of the other comfort tales.

Warning: Sensitive Topics ... anxiety, self doubt.
Anyway, here's the story. ))

"No.... no, no, no." I shake my head, starting to breath more rapidly. "It's too much. That's too many people." I lean closer, staring a the numbers on the screen. "That's SO many people." I whimper, leaning back as I feel my heart start to race."

"It's no 20 million." A familiar voice chuckles.

"Mark?" I mutter, taking a deep breath, and start switching to other tabs, trying to figure out if I left a video up. Suddenly, the one and only Markiplier appears on my screen and I sit back, staring a moment. Though it seems familiar, I don't immediately recognize this vlog. Where did it come from? Why is it suddenly full screen?

I try pressing escape. "Stop that! That's not a like button! You're only allowed to SMASH the like button!" I hesitate with my finger over the key, pressing it once more. He shakes his head, scowling playfully. "I said, no."

"Can... are you responding to me?" I mutter.

"Well, duh!" Mark smiles, and I shift, leaning back further.

Shaking my head, I sigh. "Night shifts are really getting to me." I grumble.

Mark tilts his head, eyes wandering down to where his desk would be, then popped back up. "Uh, sure." He nods. "Having some problems with numbers? I'm weal good with numbers. Weal good!" He teases with a soft lisp. "I was going to be an engineer you know."

"So clearly I'm imagining this. You're in my head." I sigh. "Why are you so gimmicky?"

"Have you seen my videos?" The man winks.

I chuckle, shaking my head. "Oh... have I."

Mark just grins knowingly. "So... numbers?"

"I..." I stare at the screen, mildly comforted by the fact that this isn't the real Markiplier. Though, I should probably be more concerned that my brain is creating this, I let it go on. "I write fan fics."

"Tentacle porn?" Mark smirks.

I roll my eyes, trying not to smile. "About you."

Mark grins proudly. "Do I have the tentacles or are they-" His face slumps forward in a grimace. "Oh... I hope I have the tentacles."

"There's no tentacles!" I laugh.

"Comforting." Mark shrugs. "Pretty sure that's a lie, but it's comforting."

I place my hands over my face and chuckle. "Anyway!" I let my hands fall into my lap, shaking my head at his encouraging smile. "I write these fan fics and it just sort of hit me tonight that over a hundred people have read the one I'm working on. A hundred people! Can you imagine?"

Mark smirks. "Uh, I'm THE Markiplier. Twenty million! Can you imagine?"

"No!" I exclaim.

Laughing, Mark nods. "Honestly? Neither can I. Twenty million people... that's a ridiculous number of people!"

"It is! At least for you, it makes sense." I groan. "I mean-"

"It makes sense?" Mark smiles. "What makes sense? Not me. I don't make sense. I took a bath in mashed potatoes. That wasn't even that long ago!"