Table 15

I was woken up by a cold draft. I slowly opened my eyes, and was greeted by a harsh light. I squinted against it and looked for my blanket, which had conviently fallen onto the floor. I picked it up and pulled it over my shoulders again. I rolled over and closed my eyes.

My head felt tense. It didn't hurt exactly, but it felt like someone was gently squeezing my head between their two large hands. Not to mention, my mouth was super dry. I tried to fall back asleep, but for the first time in ages I actually couldn't. I checked my watch.

7:59 am. I groaned and pulled my blanket over my head. I couldn't sleep for just one more minute could I?

I wanted to go back to that dream I had. It was weird...and it felt so real. It couldn't have been. Mark would never do something like that, even if he was hammered as fuck or on a dare...would he? No. Without a doubt, he wouldn't. He said so himself in a livestream: Markiplier is not gay or bisexual.

I shook my head gently, brushing the thought aside. Its over and done with now, and it was just a dream. I slowly sat up, trying not to give myself a head rush. I rubbed my eyes sleepily, and opened them again. I let my eyes adjust to the morning sunlight for the second time.

I looked around calmly. Suddenly, I realized that I wasn't sleeping in my bed. I wasn't even in my own house. I was on a black, vinyl couch in a white living room. My eyes widened in confusion, What the fu-

The sound of heavy footsteps coming down the stairs interrupted me mid-thought. I gasped and quickly hid under the blanket again. I pulled it over my head, trying to melt into the couch.

I peeked out to see the source of the sound, without it seeing me. My heart was pounding steadily and nervously. I saw Markiplier, thumping down the stairs groggily. From what I could see, he was wearing pajama pants with his logo all over them. I heard him yawn.

I'm in Mark's house, I thought, slowly connecting the puzzle pieces in my head. Wait. Did he really-?

Then he started coming closer to the couch. I squeezed my eyes closed, even though I know he couldn't see my face. His footsteps came closer and closer until I heard him stop just behind the couch. I waited, trying to be as silent as possible. All I could hear was the sound of my heart beating madly inside my chest.

Mark muttered something quietly; I wasn't able to hear exactly what he had said. All I could make out was "...Jackaboy...when..sleeping..."

I heard him lean over the back of the couch. A hand patted my shoulder softly. I did everything in my power not to flinch in surprise. He rested his hand on my shoulder for a bit longer, then I heard him get up, and walk away.

I carefully opened one eye and peeked out from underneath the stuffy blanket. He was gone. I heard him shuffle into the kitchen. There was a small click, the sounds of a refrigerator door opening and closing, and the faint rustle of coffee grounds in a filter.

From where I was laying, I could see Mark in the kitchen just fine wihout him seeing me. My heart had calmed down a bit, and I was more aware of my surroundings. I noticed Mark's perfectly tanned skin.

My face was flooded with color at the sight. I've seen Mark without a shirt multiple times, thanks to Tumblr and a couple of his videos, and I've never blushed before. In fact, I was never really phased by them at all. But today, for some odd reason, I was. Could it have been the dream? What is going on? Were the Septiplier shippers right!?