The Great YouTuber Slash Fiction

Chapter 3: Amaziplier - Adjust

Originally posted April 11, 2017 to AO3  

I should go to sleep.

You should. It's 3 am. You've got plans for tomorrow. Nothing revolutionary, but you are spending the day with your girlfriend, Amy. It'll be good for you two, since you haven't spent a day together in what feels like forever.

You're sure you're gonna have fun, you think as you climb into your bed. What the fuck, you think as you wake up in a completely different one.

It's a nice duvet you've got here. It's got blue and green squares in a grid. You recognize it from somewhere. Actually it looks like that one guy on Youtube's...

Phil Lester is in your bed.

Correction: Phil Lester is nude in your bed, and so are you. And this is technically his bed, and how'd you guys get here, and why are you in London, and how'd you end up doing it, and a thousand other questions race across your mind.

Time to solve this mystery, you suppose. You get up, put your clothes on, and head out of the room. Maybe you'll see Dan, and he can explain this to you.

Dan's not in the living room, though. Well, that's fine. Maybe he's sleeping, maybe he went out to shop, maybe he did something similar and slept with Jacksepticeye.

You sit on the couch. You consider making breakfast in the kitchen, but you're kinda nervous about touching anything. So you've decided to stay put until someone wakes up and explains everything. Yup. Just sit here. Patiently. Not freaking out at all. Just look at all the things in this room. Rug. Wall. Cieling. Light. Coffee table. Plushies on the coffee table. Look it's little Phil and...

Is that a... Markiplier plushie next to the Phil one?

Now, you don't want to make any assumptions in your panicked state, but you know, you and Dan aren't exactly identical.

Of course, you've never actually went to go buy one, but you're pretty sure Dan's plushie was not wearing flannel, and it's definitely not that tan...

Yup it's Markimoo, you confirm, picking it up off the coffee table. Hell, it's even got your classic pink moustache.

Okay, now it's okay to freak out, you decide. Fuck, it's more than okay to freak out, you think when you find a picture of you and Phil together, in, oh fucking fuck, that's fucking Japan, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck.

Have you replaced Dan Howell? No, that makes no fucking sense. You don't just replace people. That's not scientifically possible.

Or it is, because you open up what should be Dan's room and find all the shades of black and very, very, dark gray are now red and pink. Yup, this a Markiplier room, for sure. You've even got the duvet Dan has, only with the proper colors for Markiplier.

Your phone's charging here. You pick it up, unlock it (you've got the same passcode in this universe), and google yourself.

Phil and Mark. You two meeting in 2013. Moving to London. Going to Japan. Amaziplier. Fangirls shipping it, although there was no official online confirmation. But considering how you woke up this morning, you're going with it's canon.

You do get some relief knowing that your channel is pretty much the same. Sure, there's a bit of shuffling around with the videos, but the content is the same: you play video games, famous for the horror genre. Well, that'll be easy to adjust to.

Everything else, on the other hand...

Footsteps. Phil had been roused from his sleep, and was now standing at your door, giggling.

"Up and on the internet, as usual."

"Uh, yeah." You try to smile genuninely. You really have nothing against the man, but you're not sure if you want to be his boyfriend, even in an alternate universe.

He looks you up and down. "Why are you in last night's clothes?" Oh yeah. You would have a closet and wardrobe in this dimension.

"Umm..." Think of an excuse, think of an excuse...

Weeeeeeeeeee woooooooo weeeeeeeeee...

Saved by the kettle. Phil goes to make what you assume to be tea, since this is England, and you change as fast as humanly possible.

Walking into the kitchen, you find that the Brit is preparing breakfast for the two of you.

Well, you're in a new universe, have a whole new house, a completely different lifestyle, are bumping uglies with someone you wouldn't have ever considered dating, but there's no reason to not sit down and enjoy breakfast.

You pretend this is normal. Maybe, if you don't react negatively, it will be revealed this is all an act, a dumbass prank. It's elaborate, sure, but there's no way this makes any sense. Yeah, this is stupid. No way this is real. All bullshit. You cycle though these reassurances until you finish your breakfast.

Phil isn't laughing. He seems serious. Well, he's easygoing and sweet, so he's got a small smile on his face that's softly humming, but this is just his average morning.

You check your phone again. The internet dispells any of your remaining hopes.

No...

You leave the kitchen. Trying to act calm while your internally screaming, you wander around the apartment like an idiot. You're trying to find it, the one piece of familar, the one piece of home...

Your recording setup. You find it, not as soon as you would've liked. It's up the stairs. It's different, but it's got the same purpose, same function, and that's the best you can do for yourself currently.

Not having any idea where to resume your gameplays, you start a new game, a horror game, because nothing can scare you more than the situation you're stuck in right now.

It helps. It's as cathartic as you need it to be. Thank God too, because otherwise you might beat up Phil, and you'd like to avoid that. He'd done nothing to deserve that.

After recording, you decide to research your new world and new relationship.

As you might imagine, you make not infrequent appearances on AmazingPhil. It's the strangest thing. You watch this version of yourself, invested in this world, adjusted to this life. You make eye contact with a person with your body on the computer screen. In his eyes, there's passion for a man you'd probably never learn to love...

Speak of the devil. You hear Phil climbing up the stairs.

He enters. "Louise just called. She wants to meet us for lunch tomorrow, since we haven't seen each other in what seems like forever... Are you okay?" It's a concerned look he's giving you.

You remove the shock from your face. "Um, yeah. Horror game. Still a little you know... But! That means it's good, and everyone will eat it up. So... Yeah... Lunch with Louise is fine." Or it will be, once you find out who Louise is.

"Okay, good. I'll put it in the calendar, then. Enjoy your horror games!" Stepping over a couple of cables, Phil leans in for a kiss.

It's nothing special, at least for a couple. It's just a quick peck on the lips. But it's warm and electric. You're finding it quite pleasant, for a kiss from a man you're not even into...

Or are you? You might question that fact, looking into those beautiful, bright blue eyes. It's easy to see why fangirls dream of him at night. You watch him exit the recording area, getting a nice view of the rear. Not doing bad in that department, are we?

Alright, he's hot.

Look. You currently stuck in a universe where you've got a whole different past. You've got different friends, a different plan for the future, a different house, a different relationship. You got so much shit to figure out. It wouldn't hurt--hell, it would help-- if you find your current boyfriend attractive. It would help to enjoy the kisses. It would help a lot; it'd be one less thing to have to adjust to.