It's the middle of summer and so you have nothing to do. You aren't the kind of person who likes to go to parties or even get invited to them. But it didn't matter. You preferred engaging private sessions of self-loathing rather than interacting with people your own age anyways.

You are a friendless teenage loser without a boyfriend, and as it was your nature, you were locked up in your room at in the middle of the night, the only light provided for you being the blinding screen of your laptop.

Earphones in your ears, you're exploring the internet for entertainment. You want something to distract you from the crust building up in your eyelids and the fatigue beckoning you to fall into unconsciousness. But you don't want to sleep. YouTube is too interesting.

So you come across the famous Markiplier, someone who you'd heard of but never really got interested in. You're that someone who wavers when it comes to sharing interests that seem to be stereotypical of fandom nerds like you. Would he even be funny? What if it was all just hype?

You click on just one of his videos, which leads to the next, and the next, and somehow, in a single night, you become obsessed.

The next day after completing the typical chores your mom assigned you, you immediately went back to your room, shut the door, and went straight back to Markiplier.

How could a real human being have a voice like that? You thank God for earphones; he sounded like he was in the room with you.

"Hello everybody, my name is Markiplier and welcome to Five Nights at Freddy's."

You'd watched this video about five times already, but it was one of your favorites. It was too funny and you had to watch it one more time before binging and getting into all the others you still wanted to see.

Soon after you watch his "Draw My Life" video and you aren't sure if you've ever cried that hard in your life. Markiplier didn't just have an amazing voice, he wasn't just funny, but he just felt so real suddenly. He was a human being who'd gone through some deep stuff. He was an inspiration, someone who, with a single video, made you sit back and think "What am I even doing with myself? How can I be more like him?"

He felt so real. He was so real.

It makes you just want to reach into the screen and pull him into your room. You wanted him. You wanted to meet him.

You were ashamed and embarrassed that you hadn't gotten interested in him soon enough. Were you even worthy of calling yourself a fan?

Thinking this, in the next video you close your eyes with a sigh and reach out your fingers to the screen. If only you could just... touch him...

Skin touches skin.

At first this doesn't surprise you. You've been staying up extremely late all summer, and for some reason when you get a bit too tired you start to get hallucinations.

Usually they were gross like dark blobs running down the wall or the skin of your arm coming apart and shapeshifting. You'd force yourself to go to sleep before they got too scary.

But this was different. You loved this hallucination. You were touching Markiplier's face, feeling the scruff of his beard.

And, as if he can feel it, he scratches at his beard for a brief moment.

You like this.

You stroke down his neck and across his muscular chest. It feels too real. He adjusts his collar and laughs it off with a "what is up with me today". It's too good.

Your brain was giving you a chance to molest Markiplier, but you wondered if your conscious would allow you to go further.

So you grab his shirt collar and yank him out of the computer screen.

"What the fu-" His weight is incredible, he lands on you with enough force to knock the air out of your lungs. Or maybe it was shock that caused you to stop breathing.

With adorable wide eyes, Mark stares down at you. His face is a mixture of horror and confusion and he has arms on either side of your shoulders.

It's the most realistic hallucination you've ever had.