You both are too stunned to say anything to each other.

Then Markiplier blushes intensely and quickly removes himself from your body. He moves a little too fast and knocks your laptop onto the floor, where it breaks into pieces.

You would have been extremely upset if anyone else had destroyed it. But nowadays you only used it to watch Markiplier. Who needs that old thing when the real deal is right here?

"Oh- shit, I'm so so sorry, fuck-" Markiplier frantically looks around your bedroom, trying to make sense of where he is. Still looking horrified, his eyes land back on you. "W-where have I... Who- ah, um... What just happened?"

You can smell him.

This frightens you, because a hallucination has never been strong enough to include your sense of smell.

And he smells good, too, like cologne and something more unique to him, like when you enter someone else's house and it smells completely different from yours.

This all meant that he had to be real. But how was that possible? How were you supposed to reply to Markiplier's question?

How were you supposed to handle talking to him in the first place? Your heart is already beating so fast and if you talk you might cry.

"My computer," you hesitantly say. "I p-pulled and... you smell like a house."

His eyebrows cutely scrunched together.

"What?" Ahh what do you say??

"This is a dream," is the explanation you decide on. "You're in a coma right now... and this is all a dream."

"A... a coma? Oh my god," his troubled expression makes you feel temporarily guilty. Oh well. Maybe this is a good thing, because it gives you a reason to comfort him.

You reach out your arms and he automatically falls into you (more gently this time).

"What am I gonna do? I still had so many videos to complete. And my friends are gonna be so worried."

"There, there," you say, petting the soft, blue part of his hair. You smile like a maniac. "It will be okay. I'm here to take care of you."

This was great. You had spent so much time admiring him behind a screen. Now he is with you in real life, not to mention you have him all to yourself.

Markiplier continues to hold on to you, still shaken by the lie you've told him. It's extremely late, so you both soon drift to sleep.

...

It's morning and you're crouched on the floor next to your bed.

Unbelievable.

For some reason you were convinced that when you woke up, he'd be gone.

But Mark was there, in the flesh, snoring softly in your bed.

You know you can't squeal and shatter this adorable moment. Instead you giggle quietly. In the silence of the room it actually sounds kind of terrifying so you stop.

This was fun and all, but something very very important came to your realization. He'd wake up eventually. And when he would wake up, he'd be hungry. He'd need to use the restroom and shower. You have to keep your promise and actually take care of him if you want him to stay.

You could take care of a cat easily.

But a grown-ass man?

You sigh and stoke Mark's hair.

It'll be hard, you think to yourself, but I promise to keep you healthy. And you'll be mine forever.

You slink away from him and back out of the bedroom. You head for the kitchen and whip up your usual breakfast, except it's twice the amount you normally eat.

Suddenly your mom appears.

"I'll be out all day today," she tells you. "Keep the house in order."

Yes, this was perfect.

She leaves the house and it's just you, the breakfast, and a sleeping Mark in your room. Super excited, you run to the bedroom. Time to wake up this YouTuber.

And when you get there, he's missing.

Blood drains from your face.

You look around the bed, under the bed, you check the closet and there's no sign of him.

Why did you ever leave him alone?

You sigh. You knew it was too good to be true. It was just a very drawn out hallucination after all.

You're making your way back to the kitchen, passing by the bathroom when you hear the sound.

The shower is on.

And someone is humming behind the bathroom door.

Heat warms your face. Could it be...?

You open the door just a crack. Just a quick glance to check.

The shower curtain is mostly see-through, so though the image was blurred, you could still make out Markiplier's nude silouhette. He's seemingly rinsing his hair out, running his fingers through it with a sigh.

His clothes are in a pile on the floor, and his glasses are next to the sink. Seeing these things only emphasized the embarrassingly incredible fact you already knew: he was very naked in there.

The shower shuts off right on time. You don't even have a chance to shut the door before his head pokes out of the curtain and he stares at you.

You wait for him to say "what the fuck" or "um why are you here" or "you pervert" but he doesn't.

"Can you hand me a towel, please?"

You hesitate for a moment but nod quickly and do as he says.

"Thank you," he flashes a dizzying smile and steps out to dry himself.

You cover your eyes

Markiplier laughs at the behavior.

"Hey, it's okay. This is all just a dream, right? No need to be embarrassed."

Yeah this was a dream. A dream come true.

"A dream... right," you reply with an awkward chuckle.

"Yeah. Only in a dream would I ever be married to a girl this cute."

What?

"M-married?" You uncover your eyes and stare up at him in disbelief. He tilts his head to the side.

"Yeah? I woke up in your bed, didn't I?"

He did... but...

"And last night, you told me you'd take care of me."

"Yes..."

"This is some insane lucid dreaming I'm having. Why not take advantage of it?" He strokes your hair and tucks it behind your ear.

Why not take advantage of it?

"What's your name?" Mark asks you after you haven't said anything for a whole minute. You shakily tell him. "Alright, y/n. Next time, we really should take a shower together."

He comes closer and presses his lips against yours.