A tiny update to celebrate a new year. Thank you for all of the support thus far. Glad you've liked it thus far.

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Your eyes forced themselves open, and you groaned in annoyance. Early morning sun slipped in through your uncovered windows, reminding you that day was something that tended to happen. You were groggy and somewhat unresponsive, your vision blurry as you sat up, trying to recollect the dream that you were so rudely forced out of.

From what can be remembered, you were sitting on the edge of a cliff, it was only about ten feet up, and there was water below you... You were naked and watching the sun from your perch- letting the cool breeze take you away... It smelt like home, and it felt so... Right.

Blink a few more times, trying to adjust to the sunlight in the room. With a huff, you pull yourself out of bed and over to a collection of boxes in the corner, which happened to contain all of your clothes. Today, you had to go shopping, as your fresh apartment had no food. You also had plans to go introduce yourself to the neighbors, as you were a Youtuber, which implied long nights of being somewhat loud while recording.

You dug through your boxed wardrobe for a few seconds, finding a Markiplier shirt that you've had for a few months. You throw it over your shoulder, and begin to look for something to go decently with it. You continue your hunt, finding a nice high-waisted black pleated skirt, and some black leggings to keep you a little more warm in the winter weather.

You get dressed in a relatively quick manner, deciding not to do anything special with your makeup/hair, seeing as you tended not to really want to. Before you leave your whitewashed bedroom, you grab your phone and check the time-- discovering that it's only ten. Perfect.

On your way out, you grab your jacket, double checking for your wallet, keys, and phone. Everything ends up being accounted for, so you waste no time stepping out into your building. You decide to start with the neighbors, as you are right here anyway. Your home is the very last on the right, and your recording room is right against the apartment at the end of the hall. Your impression is that they'd be the only people to hear you while you record, so you swallow your anxiety by limiting it to just one person you'd have to explain this to.

You lock your door and look at the last one in your hall. God you hope they're awake and also home. With a deep breath, you step forward, and raise your index finger to the doorbell. It's obviously penthouse. You take another long breath, and push your waiting fingertip into the button.

Within a few seconds, you hear the door unlock and open. You're greeted by the friendly face of a man with dark brown hair, glasses, and a very warm smile. He seems a touch confused, and almost immediately understands your careful fidgeting.

"Yes?" His voice rings out, it's deep and rich. Very easy to listen to, and really relaxing-- almost familiar. You clear your throat nervously, and your expression of nervousness seems to make his glowing smile falter.

"Hi! Uh... I'm your new neighbor, (N). I just wanted to drop by and give you a small warning about what I do!" You respond in a bubbly manner, trying to make yourself seem more confident. In all honestly you really do want to give off the best first impression you can, considering beyond the first, you're probably going to have a pretty bad time.

"Oh! Nice to meet you, (N). I was actually thinking about dropping by and saying hello today. Anyway, what were you here to tell me?" The man responds, his tone was quite animated, and that really made it easy for you to engage when he spoke.

"Uh, I was actually going to warn you that I make a full living off of Youtube, and can occasionally get a bit loud-" You stopped yourself, remembering last night a little clearer, particularly the point in which you heard yelling from his apartment. "-... Actually, weren't you yelling a bit last night yourself?"

"Well, you caught me. I'm actually a Youtuber myself. I guess I should introduce myself, I'm Mark." He pauses, and chuckles. He must have noticed your shirt. "You might know me as Markiplier."

You began to mentally scream, how did you not notice it was him on first sight?! Oh well, it can't be helped, you suppose. You give a nervous smile, not really expecting this to happen today, oh god, you really hope you're not interrupting anything.

"O-Oh! Hah... Yeah, I'm (YT)... I've been a fan for a while-- but, uh, no, that's not super important right now. I just wanted you to be aware of any yelling you might hear." You sputter out, now incredibly embarrassed and somewhat flustered by the fact that you were watching his videos all of ten hours ago.

"Yeah! No need to worry about that. I think that if anyone would understand, it would be me... Hey, on a different note, are you all moved in alright?" Mark rambles, it's almost surreal to you how this came about, but you brush it off quickly, making a choice to be more intellectual than drifty right now. You take a small moment to look at the situation realistically, and give a smile in response to his.

"Yeah. For the most part, everything's good to go. The only thing I was super worried about was my computer, and it ended up just fine... Ack, sorry, I should let you get back to what you were doing." You segway as smoothly as you can think to in your somewhat dazed state, attempting to mask your nerves in false ditsy-ness. The male seems to pick up on this, however, and leans against his doorframe.

"Oh, don't worry about that. I wasn't doing anything important. Something is rendering right now, so I'm kind of stuck at a standstill." His voice is dipping a bit now, it's just a touch more raspy than his prior speaking voice... You don't know why he's doing it, but you're not sure you can stand for it for too long... You ran a rather successful Markiplier fanblog and did not want him to put together your exact depth in the fandom this early on.

"But, I still have some shopping a need to get done... So... I-It was nice meeting you, Mark." You quickly say in hopes that he'll let you go from this anxious nightmare. You're super glad that you managed to meet him, you just didn't want it to be like this... This is... Awkward.

"Oh, well, I wont keep you then. Nice meeting you too... Uh... What was your name again? I'm sorry."

You tell him your name one more time, and he repeats it, just for clarification. You smile, and tell him a very rushed goodbye, and begin to leave. Walking quickly down the hall, practically running for the elevator, you hold a hand over your frantically beating heart and replay the moment in your head, imagining if you would have kept talking, or even if you'd said something different...

In a tiny bit of a huff, you pull out your phone and quickly compose a Tweet.

"Day 1 at my new place, I find out that @markiplier is my neighbor."

Within minutes, you begin getting feedback from your followers, things like "OMG REALLY MARKIPLIER?!" and "Pics or it didn't happen". When you check again, after you've made half of the walk to the store, you see that Mark had favorited the tweet.

What have you gotten yourself into?