(A/N: Listen to me! This is of the utmost importance! You look beautiful today. -Markiplier. On with the story!)
I walked in through the door of my house. No matter what, it still feels strange to call it my house. I feel like a guest. Mark is no where to be found. "Is he still recording?" I ask Dark.
He nods his head, "He spends a shit load of time in there. It's unbelievable how he can do anything else. He gives up hours of sleep just to get his videos done and edited."
I rest on the couch as I talk to Dark casually, "I wish that he would spend more time with me. I guess you will have to do!" I joked as Dark smiled.
"Lucky me." He whispered even though it was still audible to me.
"Oh my gosh," A memory just flooded my head. "I never checked the comments on the video I was in. Do you want to look through them with me?" I offered Dark. He gladly accepted and went to get his laptop and he pulled up the video. I told him that I was nervous and he said I had a right to be.
"I would be nervous too if I was in his video."
"But you are in his videos all of the time." I contrasted him.
All he did was shrug his shoulders and push it off like it was nothing, "Yeah, but people don't know that it is really me. They think that it is Mark pulling some stupid trick."
He had a point. Up until less than a year ago I had no idea that Dark existed. I was just another fan sitting behind a screen. Clueless on what actually is on the other side. Mark's acting lessons can be useful in many ways. He could be faking everything on YouTube, and I would have no idea. Those kind of shit thoughts make me question everything. What is real, and what isn't.
I sit close to Dark as he scrolls down, looking at the comments. 'I ship it.' Said one of the comments that made me smile. 'Fuck off (Y/N), I'm his girlyplier.' Read another. Dark read the same comment as me. "Wow, some people will never understand their limits."
"Says you." I say back to him. Dark seemed to be upset about my comment, but I don't care. The truth is the truth. I read out some more comments, "Die bitch. I fucking hate his new girlfriend. Not a fan of that girl, whatever her name is." I look at Dark with sadness in my eyes. Why do people hate me?
"We all have that reaction the first time we are exposed to many people. Mark gets hate all of the time, do you see him mopping all over the place? No. He moves on, and appreciates the people who love him. You should do the same. Then again, that is probably easier said than done.
Dark had some surprisingly helpful advice. It takes me back to what Mark told me. " About a million people watch every one of my videos. One person is bound to hate you. At the same time, one person is bound to love you." His words echoed in my head.
I kept reading through all of the hate comments. Now, I just laughed at them. Why should I care about what a two year old tells me? Then there were some sweet comments.
Dark check this out, "I'm so happy Mark found someone to love. (Y/N) seems like a kind, energetic, and the right person for Mark. I'm sure their love for each other will grow everyday. I can't wait to see more of (Y/N) in the future. Love you both." I read off the words to Dark, "Now isn't that sweet."
Dark nodded in agreement. Something told me that he wanted the fame, he wants people to love him. He wants to be noticed. He looks so sad and desperate watching me read all of these comments, showing how people love me. While most people don't even know that Dark exists.
I propped myself upward so I was the same night as Dark, and a placed a kiss on his cheek, "I notice you." I whispered in his ear.
What am I doing? Mark is my boyfriend and yet a let myself kiss Dark on the cheek? Does that count as cheating? I sure hope not. I love Mark with all of my heart and I would never change him for the world. Somehow, my mind has a special place for Dark. We have moments where we fight, but otherwise we get along so well. Do I love Dark? At better question would be does Dark love me?
I heard a scream coming from Mark's recording room that made me jump in my seat. "Oh, it's just Mark. He probably playing a horror game."
"Or looking himself up on Porn Hub again." Dark made me laugh.
We talked for a while longer and went into some deep stuff. We talked about our past lives that we lived, our painful experiences and our joyful ones. All the things that makes us human, and all of the things that humanity hates about us. I let all of my secrets out.
I took a deep breath and asked something that I probably shouldn't have. "What about Stella? I want to know more about her."
Trust can be built on a deep connection.