Faceless Youtuber (MarkiplierxReaderxJackepticeye) * Discontinued*

Chapter 1: My childhood

WARNING: Sad...

A/n: BY the way I DO NOT know how PAX works, so just a warning for the next chapter since it's based on PAX, and this has some stuff about it too!

Your POV

It started when I was born, I had a good family and had lived with six other people in the house, my mom, dad, grandmother, grandfather, and my uncle. They were so nice all those early years ago. I opened my eyes, waking up to see my mom nagging at me to wake up for school. I groaned and finally got up. I went downstairs seeing my grandmother watching TV and my dad on his phone, probably reading the news, god that news thingy was so boring, I didn't understand why anyone would ever watch that thing. My eyes averted from my dad to the stairs, I could hear the footsteps of my mom coming down. "Y/n"(for anyone who doesn't know it stands for your name), mom yelled. "Yup", I answered back happily. "After you eat to make sure to go ahead and get dressed it's a big day today". 

(Time skip to a few years later)

I'm in grade three and I already think that life is pretty boring, I wanted to grow up so much faster, as I thought life would be soo much more eventful by then. I wasn't drawing that much, focusing more on the video games that I got to play after school. I had plenty of friends I thought to myself, heading into the basement and starting to search for anything to play. "Y/N, dinner is ready!!" My grandmother yelled. I got up and headed over to the kitchen, grabbing a plate and some utensils. I yelled for my parents and my uncle to come down for food, as I had always done. After we ate, I headed upstairs and headed to bed. The next morning  I was eating breakfast and my mom had gotten a call on her phone. It was my dad. My mom burst out crying, me not understanding what the hell was happening. She told me and I was in disbelief, I asked her again and she said the same thing... My grandmother had died. That whole week was filled with tears and family meetings. I didn't want to go to school for that week, and I just hated everything. 

(Three years later..) 

I've already experienced three deaths, and funerals, it sucked. I had acted normal to my friends, and I didn't want to show them any of the cruel thoughts in my head. Then I thought life was okay... I didn't mind it as much, and I had a pretty easy time in the 6th grade. I had a YouTube channel by now, I had changed my YouTube name so many times, because of how many people had a familiar YouTube name to what I had wanted, and so I had set one that I would use for who knows how long. I had been drawing and I had been posting several videos, only monthly though. I didn't have many subscribers but still had enjoyed doing it. 

(2 years time skip)

Huh, grade eight already. At this time I felt like absolute crap all the time. I hated my life, and the only thing that saved me from doing something stupid was watching YouTube, and I was hardly eating, barely starving myself. I don't feel good, so close to wanting myself gone from the world, watching and reading only kept me going, barely... I thought my life was so uneventful and that I should suffer something, suffer anything just so that I could experience things that would make life a little better I guess. That's how I thought and how it should've been, I wanted to lose someone dear to me so bad, I thought I was going crazy, a voice in my head pushing me down this path...  I had only told one person about these thoughts, that's why I trusted her the most, my best friend YBF/N (your best friends name). I had about twelve subscribers at that point in YouTube, my drawings getting better and better. I had to apply for a high school, I wanted to go to art one, hoping at least to get into that.

(Another time skip...A couple years later after high school and college) 

My E/C eyes slowly started to peek outside the window, I started to look at the clock and it was 6 am in the morning. "Again.," I mumbled to myself.  I reached for the clock and then hit it against the wall, making sure it wouldn't make a sound when I wanted to get up. I snuggled with my blanket and tried to fall asleep, I couldn't. Wide awake I saw the picture of my parents.. just sitting there, it had my mom on my left and my dad on the right, me in the middle. The picture frame was a bit dusty, making the picture look like it was ancient.  A sigh escaped my lips, "I wish you guys were still around."

After a bit I got up and searched for my laptop, going onto it and seeing event dates for PAX, I was obviously going, it's a once a year chance to see my fans for a day, though I did have to make the long ass trip to Australia, which was very annoying, I'm not that into travelling. Though I probably would get to see Jacksepticeye and Markiplier, my favourite you-tubers, they get me to laugh when I thought of... things. I looked at all the dates that where listed and decided to go for two out of the three days it. I didn't want to stay there long. I took out my phone and went to my Instagram. I made a quick post saying I'll be down in Australia for the weekend and be at PAX for Saturday and Sunday. After a couple seconds, my fans where quickly commenting on the post giving it likes and saying lucky to the people who here there, and all other stuff. 

(Two weeks later)

"Finally here" I manage to mutter after the exhausting flight I had to take. I went through costumes and all that boring crap. Finally, I managed to get to my hotel, and it was right beside PAX, seeing as it was a gaming expo I prepared tonnes of gaming fan art and that, it took to much space for just a normal bag, I had to bring another whole suitcase for this. 

Later the Next Day

I had a mask on the whole time, a kitsune mask from the time I had gone to Japan, and I was also dressed up as one of the characters I drew, so even if someone saw me wouldn't even they saw me as my actual self, they couldn't see my real identity and for everyone's information, I was known as a guy.. not a girl like I actually was, so I had to use the men's washroom, if I went into the women's every girl in there would scream. I was being interviewed at the moment being asked why I was here and how it was to be a competitive gamer and a speed painter at the same time, for it was quite a rare thing. I answered the rest of the people's questions and then went over to the booth that I had there. Several fans lined up to see me. I saw a panel near me, eyes widening as I see who it was, Markiplier and Jackcepticeye. "I didn't know my booth was near there's!" I whisper-shout at myself.  I sigh and look in front of me again, no one was in line anymore. I sighed in relief, I had done enough to deserve a break. I was in the private washroom meant for staff and you-tubers. I took my mask off and saw the different blue and red coloured contacts I had, disguising the e/c ones I had actually had. 

Then I noticed two people walk in, it was Markiplier and Jackcepticeye! My eyes widened and I stared at them as they talked to each other. Jack noticed me staring at them and gave me a smile. I instantly felt my heart race and turned my head away, anxiety overwhelmed me. Mark then noticed too, and he walked over to me. I felt his hand on my shoulder, I froze. "Hi," he said calmly. I responded nervously "Hi." "I'm Mark nice to meet you!" he said, I just noticed Jack was on the other side of me. "And I'm Shawn, or Jack I should say." A thick Irish accent voice said to me. I couldn't believe it I was meeting Markiplier and Jackcepiticeye and in the men's washroom out of all places! " Umm hi, my name is y/n," I say kinda awkwardly. " You new to PAX?" Mark said. "Not really, I was here last year," I say. Jack and Mark make an "O" shape with their mouths. " Have we seen you before? You look a bit familiar" Jack said, backing a bit away from me, and Mark does the same thing. "I'm a speed painter on Youtube, you could also know me as g/n(gamer name). Jack and Mark look surprised, "your g/n!?!" they yell at me. "