In My Dreams|Markiplier x Dead!Reader

NOTE: Just to make things clear before questions start arising..everything that happens in this fic did NOT happen to Markiplier in real life. Honestly I don't know WHAT compelled me to write this, I was just in the mood to write some sad shit and torment my favorite YouTuber but to lighten it up a bit I did throw in a "special guest" :3.

That aside, do I want something like this to happen to Mark? NEVER.

Enjoy the story...I guess? Be prepared to be punched by Feels over and over again.
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"Hey guys, Markiplier here," spoke the famous YouTuber, putting on a smile that he very well knew would not last long.
He didn't want to do this, but he had to get the word out to his concerned viewers the best he could...
"I know you're probably expecting another part of Until Dawn or, dare I say, Hunniepop," he grimaced slightly at the thought of the game, "but I wanted to get this out since some of you are a bit worried about my well-being, namely how I haven't been as enthusiastic nor as energetic for the past few days." Mark paused for a moment, clearing his throat, before continuing.
  
"You know it's funny that long-time fans of mine are able to catch on," he snapped his fingers, "just like that, and immediately notice when I'm not as loud and obnoxious as usual. But really, I do appreciate your concerns, new and old fans alike. I'm just still recovering from a recent loss..." He hesitated once more, trying his best not to get himself choked up just yet before looking at the camera with absolute seriousness in his brown eyes.

"You may...remember [YouTube Name] or [y/n]," he began slowly, "..but I wanted to say that we've been close friends, long before we even started our channels. She's helped me through so much and was a big help in writing scripts for me and Cyndago's skits. [Y/n] was an amazing person..she was everything I could ask for. And no, we..we weren't dating or anything like that, but since she's no longer with us...I-"

A choked sob forced its way out of his throat. Mark stopped talking and clamped his hands over his mouth, his eyes watering with tears. "C-Crap..I'm t-turning into Babyplier right now...." He mumbled, trying to wipe away the tears that were already streaming down his face.
"I-I-I'm so sorry....but I just.....I-I need a moment, guys.." Unable to keep it in anymore, Mark turned off the recording with a shaky hand before he broke down, clutching his head as he sobbed quietly.
It hurt him too much to even talk about you. 
Why? Because, with everything going on, he never had the chance to confess his feelings, let alone say goodbye properly, to you..

"Hey Mark you oka-"

"Do you think he is, idiot?!"

"D-Don't worry guys," Mark sniffled, picking up his head and turning around in his seat to look at the pair that he shared the house with, "I-I'm fine-"

"Where's my phone? Because I'm calling bullshit on that one," Daniel said, before walking over and setting a hand on Mark's shoulder.
"It's okay, Mark. We..we miss her, too." He looked at him, eyes clouded with sorrow and sympathy. Mark smiled slightly, but it vanished as soon as it appeared when his eyes watered again and he buried his face into his hands, breaking into more tears. Daniel hugged him and Ryan soon joined in, shedding a few tears of their own as well.

....

Later that night, Mark finished his vlog, apologizing for his sudden breakdown and edited the video with the good times he had with you, including your collages with him and Cyndago, some Vines, and pictures of you at PAX holding up Mark's fanmade Warfstache sword, triumphing over various cosplayers.
Finally, he ended the video on a note that he thanks his fans for understanding and being there for him like a huge family, and promised that in time he will recover.

But deep down, he wasn't so sure if there was any way to recover from this...

After uploading the video to YouTube, Mark looked at the clock, realizing that it was 2:01 in the morning. 'I should get some rest..' He thought, shutting down his computer as he stood up to stretch, before heading to his bedroom. The depressed YouTuber didn't bother to change out of his Five Nights at Freddy's shirt-which you got him for Christmas-, his trademark pj's, and socks.

He bid goodnight to the Cyndago duo before closing the door to his bedroom and flopping down onto the bed, pulling the sheets over him and hugging his Tiny Box Tim plushie.

"I don't know what to do, Tim," he whispered, his eyes burning with tears as he closed them.

Memories of you and him childishly fighting over ownership of the plush box returned as another stab to his heart...because you won't be there to play those kinds of games with him anymore.

"I'm so lost..without her." Mark admitted, before he went out like a light.

....

When Mark opened his eyes, he was no longer in his bedroom. 
Rising to his feet, he found himself in a..forest of some sort: The moon and stars were high in the sky, the trees were leafless and lifeless, and a white mist completely covered the forest ground, creeping up the trunks of said trees.
It almost reminded him of a classic black-and-white horror movie setting.

"Hello there, Markimoo~"

Widening his eyes, Mark turned his head sharply to see a monochrome clone of himself from the past, the only exception being a bright red blood splatter that resembled a D on his shirt and his dark crimson sclera. 

"Darkiplier..what do you want?" He demanded, though he very well knew why he was here. Once just some silly "dark side" of Markiplier made up by his fans, Darkiplier became an embodiment of his negative emotions, and essentially his inner demon who appears infrequently in his dreams, taunting him and at times sending video game monsters after him.

"Ah, I do pity you, Mark. Only one man can suffer so much loss..first your father, then your precious dog, next a fellow fan, and finally-?"

"DON'T YOU DARE SAY HER NAME!" Mark snapped, grabbing an axe that was stuck to a tree and chucked it at Dark. The demon caught the blade, grunting slightly as black ooze bled out of his split hand. "Fiesty tonight, aren't we?" Dark chuckled, before rising from the tree stump he was sitting on and taking out the axe, smirking as his hand repaired itself, molding like clay back to its original state.

"I marvel at how, even after all that pain," he continued, circling Mark like a shark circling its prey, "you still manage to put smiles on people's faces, giving them a false sense of hope and security. You know you can't know 9 million people personally..and you know you can't save them all, either. And when you have nothing left, Mark, I will be here..we will be here.."

Mark's eyes widened in horror as he saw shadows of numerous horror game monsters behind Darkiplier: the Animatronics, SCPs, Night Blights, the monster from Vanish, Slenderman, and the ragdolls from Raspy Hill.

"No...I'm, I'm never alone. [Y/n] is-!"

"No longer with you," Dark hissed, grabbing Mark by the throat and pulling him close to his face as the monsters behind him growled, hissed, and laughed. "Just like how I will no longer be locked away in your mind." He loosened his grip. "Until then, though, I will wait and see just how many more things you hold dearly will vanish..so the whole world knows that underneath that smile and headphones is a truly broken man, with no one to-"

A sickening slicing noise cut him off, causing his eyes to widen. He released Mark, who staggered back a bit, gasping for air. When he managed to get the air back in his lungs, he looked up to see a decapitated Dark, black blood spurting from his neck before he collapsed to the ground. 

That, though, didn't shock him...it was the person behind the demon that did....

It was you... holding a Warfstache sword over your shoulder.

"Not this time, bitch," you hissed, spitting on Dark's body. Moments later, the body rose to a kneeling position, forming a new head for Dark, bearing the face of a Jack-O'-Lantern.
The demon glared at you, letting out an angry, bloodcurdling screech as he melted into black goop, disappearing into the forest floor. His "army" of monsters also vanished as well.

You sighed, wiping the sweat from your forehead as the sword glowed white, before vanishing. You then turned to Mark, smiling.
"Oh hey Mark! How's it go-?" You were cut off as Mark engulfed you in a tight embrace, forgetting all about what happened moments ago and embraced the fact that....it was you, right there in front of him.

Your heart sank and you hugged him back just as tightly when you felt tear drops on your neck.

"M-Mark..?"

"[Y/n]..Y-You have n-n-no *hic* idea..." his voice cracked as he hugged you even tighter, letting out days worth of the emotions he's bottled up. "I-I told my fans..a-about you a-and..I just couldn't.....oh God I thought I'd never see you again....!" 
You smiled as well, stroking his back with one hand and rubbing his head with the other. "I miss you too, you big Goofy Goober, but really..I'm not worth blubbering over-".

"[Y/n]..you're worth..everything to me," Mark cut you off, pulling back to look into your eyes. Your heart nearly melted at the sight of his tear-streaked face and red, puffy eyes. It goes to show that he isn't afraid to cry at all, whether in front of millions of people or a single person. Boy what his fans would give to be in your position...

"and I don't blame myself for your death..j-just that I never got to properly s-say goodbye and tell you how much I lo-" His eyes widened and he clamped a hand over him mouth. Shit, he didn't mean to say that so soon, even though this was a dream.

But he'll be damned if he ever dreamed of you rejecting him.

"I-I- uh-" He began, but he was cut off when you pressed your lips to his. Shocked, Mark was somehow able to kiss you right back, with all the love and sadness and passion he had in his heart for you. After what seemed like an eternity, you both pulled away, smiling. Now both of you were crying. 
"S-So you do love me," you stated, "I-I felt the same but I didn't think you'd want to start a relationship because of YouTube and moving and PAX and your former relationships-"

"It's not even about that," Mark replied, wiping away your tears and looking lovingly into your eyes, "it's that you've always been there for me and my idiot self was too blind to realize that. But..I wish I had known sooner-"

Bark!

Your eyes lit up with joy and you let go of Mark, much to his confusion. "Hey Charlie, come here boy!" You whistled for the little dog and out of the mist came Mark's deceased canine companion. 

"See, Mark? I'm not alone here," you giggled, picking up Charlie and turning back to him. It took all your willpower not to laugh at his shocked expression. "This little bugger right here's been waiting for me. Care to hold him one more time?" Mark overcame his shock, and nodded eagerly, taking Charlie from your arms and into his, scratching him behind the ears.

The little dog gave out a happy' bark' and wagged his tail, licking the tears that still clung to his face.

"Charlie, I-I missed you boy!" Mark laughed as tears came to his eyes. You sat down on the tree stump, smiling, as your lover reminisced with his other little biscuit.
He let out a sniffle and sighed as he set Charlie down, looking back up at you. "Of course, though..I miss you most," he replied, sitting next to you and embraced you again.
"It's okay Mark," you giggled, hugging him back, "you've always been a dog-lover. You still have Lucy with you."

"That's true," Mark sighed, looking up towards the sky. "Damn..I don't want this to end...not now not ever.."
"Me, too," you agreed sadly, "but like all dreams..you have to wake up sometime, Mark." Mark's eyes widened when he saw that the world around him was slowly turning white. He looked at you frantically, keeping a tight grip on you as if he would lose you if he let go.

"Oh nononononono! Please, [y/n]! I-I don't ever want to leave..just stay with me a little longer!" He pleaded, trying not to cry again, for your sake.
"Shhh.." You cupped his cheeks, wiping away his tears. "I'll always be here, Mark, in your dreams and in spirit. When your time comes, Charlie and I will be waiting here. But keep making videos, continue to make people smile and laugh, and try to at least take a break every once in a while. I don't wanna ever see you force another smile again..because that is not the Mark Edward Fischbach I've come to know and love.....oh and do you mind telling Cyndago I said Hello?"

Mark nodded, before he kissed you again.
"I love you, so, so much [y/n]. I'll see you again..in my dreams.."
"I love you too, Markimoo," you replied, hugging him tightly, "And I'll be waiting right here for you."

...

Mark's eyes snapped open when he heard his alarm clock blaring. Sitting up, he saw that he was back in his bedroom. He heard his friends cooking breakfast and his stomach rumbled.
'When's the last time I ate?' He pondered as he rubbed his eyes and walked out of his bedroom.

"Morning, Mark," Ryan greeted. "Breakfast will be ready in a bit. How did you sleep?"
The YouTuber smiled at the two, for real this time, taking a seat on the couch. "Slept fine..I guess. [Y/n] visited me.."
"Oh?" Daniel jumped in, looking up from his newspaper. "And what did she say?"

Mark hesitated for a moment, looking out the window to see the sun high above the horizon. He was thinking of you; right now, you were his only motivation to press forward.
He knew that you couldn't be in every dream he had.
He knew that Darkiplier will still haunt his dreams when you weren't there.
He knew that at some point, he would have to move on.
But he knew that you'll always be with him, no matter what world you were in now.

"She just wanted to say "Hello" to you and Ryan."