~|The Unknown YouTuber|~ (A Jacksepticeye x Reader x Markiplier Story)(Delayed)

Chapter [6]

What's up everybody? :D

It's me, Wild. How ya doin'? 

Just a quick announcement. 
I have based this chapter mostly on real life events. If you didn't know these said 'events', it's alright. That being said, enjoy the chapter! :D

It was based off from memory tho-

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~Third Person's P.O.V.~

"Well, uh..." You blurted out as you shifted in your seat.

You were still on-stage in front of an audience,— sitting on a comfy couch with the microphone in your right hand. 

It had been an hour or two with you doing the same thing; which is to answer as many questions as possible given to you by your fans who were curious about either you, your life, or your career. 

It was pretty tiring,— to answer and speak and talk as such, but it was fun and interesting nevertheless. Your interest was piqued, and so were theirs. To be honest, you were really having a great time with the community. You never knew how much people were so curious about you. 

So curious that some of them were slightly going way too personal...

At one time, a random stranger asked you how much money you were making. 

You felt slightly uncomfortable, but you answered nonetheless. You tried to keep your answer as simple as possible, and you tried to keep the information secured. You didn't like it when you give people too much information about your personal life, especially to strangers. Fans or not, you still didn't know them enough. 

There was also a time where one asked what your guilty pleasures are. 

It took you by surprise. You didn't know how to respond. But you knew you had to be honest. This was a time for you and your community to get close. At first, your darkest thoughts crashed in and told you to not answer the question, and it gave you a throbbing headache. Almost everyone noticed it. 

Well, so much for not making a scene in public...

Some even tried to confront you and ask you if you were okay,— even Markiplier himself did so too, which made you confused and this secretly had you blushing (even if you knew it was wrong); to which the fans freaked out about, but you shook it off anyways and told them that you just hadn't had water. 

Luckily for you, they bought it. 

Whenever your 'demons' would whisper inside your mind or talk to you, it was normal for you to receive a headache shortly afterwards. You had gotten used to it so much that it became a daily routine for you. The very first time this occurred, you got scared and went to a doctor to get yourself checked. 

They told you that there was nothing wrong with you, and that your brain functioned normally like an average human's would. Although they suggested that you should go see a psychiatrist. They thought that it was your mental health. You politely declined and continued on with what you were doing. 

There was no way in hell you would be visiting a psychiatrist. The last thing you wanted was to make people think that you were crazy.

Yet again... All the best people are.

When you were having your headache on-stage and it seems like you were having a very hard time, Mark was concerned about you so much that he silently went up the stage,— temporarily unnoticed, and handed you a bottle of water while confronting you.