Can You See Me? | Markiplier X Reader

Fifty-Two | Setting Up

Y/n's POV

The next few days went by in a blur.
Everyone began to help me learn about all the things that I had been missing out on because I was blind.
They taught me different colors, but Im slightly struggling with knowing what letters are which.

At the moment Mark is in his recording room, making a stock pile of new videos.
He said that he had been struck with sudden motivation to make tons of new content.

I'm sitting on the couch watching some of my favorite shows for the first time.

Now so much more of it makes sense.

Suddenly theres a knock on the door.

Slightly groaning, I get up and make my way towards the dark colored door.

My hand grips the metal handle and I quickly unlock everything before twisting the knob and pulling it open.

There in front of me stands a woman with dirty blonde hair and dark blue eyes.

She seems in shock at first, but that soon dies down as her eyes begin to gloss over.

I open my mouth to speak to her when I'm suddenly engufled in a tight hug.

My shoulder dampens as this random woman cries into my sleeve.

"Ma'am?" I question as my body freezes.

"Are you a fan? If so I must ask you to leave and not tell anyone of this address."

The woman pulls away and begins to wipe the tears from her eyes.

"Y/n? Is that really you?"

I reconize her voice, yet cant seem to place where it is from.

"Yes, may I ask who you are?"

The woman shakes her head and slightly laughs.

"Of course! How could I be so foolish."

I roll my eyes at her behavior.

"It's me; Kelly."

My eyes widen as her name falls from her lips. I repeat it over and over in my mind as I try to grasp what i just heard.

"Kelly?" I repeat in pure disbelief.

"Yes!"

Now I realize why I reconized her voice.

"Oh my God! Come in, come in!"

I step back away from the door and usher my old friend inside.

Once she walks in i close the door, locking it once more.

I then head over to the couch and close my laptop. I take a seat and pat the spot beside me.

"Sit!" I tell her.

She does do.

The couch sinks next to me as Kelly sits down on the soft black fabric.