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Markiplier x Male!Reader- Transported

(A/N: My attempt at a horror story. Don't judge too harshly. And it's told from first person perspective.)


My name is [first name], and I don't like horror games. My little brother, Mike, would play them occasionally, and I would ask him to turn it off. When the series of games called Five Nights at Freddy's came out, all I would hear was the creaking and groaning of the animatronics as they jumped at my little brother's tablet screen, scaring the bejeesus out of me when I would pass. I would ask him, almost plead with him, to turn off the volume or to take it somewhere else. He would roll his eyes, pause his game, and give me the same speech dad would. "[First], you're almost 26, you need to get accustomed to a 15 year old playing these games. Or just grow a pair and quit whining." Then he would get up from the floor and move to his room down the hall.

'Yeah, sure. Because I can get over my worst nightmare.' I would scoff in my brain, shaking my head and going back to my book. I never understood why I didn't like animatronics, or horror games. Just never did like the way their eyes bore into my soul, looking at me with a blank, dead stare. I pushed the images of the animalistic robots out of my mind and continued on with my reading. The piercing scream of the phone sounded from downstairs in the kitchen, ringing twice before someone answered it. "[First]! It's for you!" My mom called up to me. I sighed, marked my spot and got up from my bed, pushing open the door before jogging down the stairs.

I took the phone from my mom and she made her way back to the living room, joining my dad and brother in watching a horror movie. I turned away from the TV before speaking into the receiver. "Hello?" The voice on the other end that answered me was low, gravelly. "Welcome to the game." It said before the line went dead as they hung up. Confused, I looked at the phone before putting it back on its little station, and headed back upstairs while my family continued their movie. I swear, it's like they're mocking me with all this horror. Sighing, I plopped down on my bed and leaned over to grab my laptop from its place on the desk. Maybe..maybe I can get over my fear. Lifting the lid (A/N: Is that what it's called?? Imma call it that.), the glowing background greeted me cheerfully. It was a picture of me and Tess, before she ripped my heart out and spat on it. Her smile made me tear up, it's the same way she looked at my supposed best friend Tyler before I figured out she was slutting around with him. I'd have to change it.

I downloaded the game for my laptop off of Steam, paying the lowly cost of 10 bucks. (A/N: I don't know how much it is on Steam, or if it even is on Steam.)Hesitantly, I pulled it up and let my mouse linger on the "New Game" button. 'I can't do it. I just can't.' I thought to myself, moving my mouse away. '(But then everyone will make fun of you, and you'll be even more miserable.)' A tiny voice said. 'Who said I was miserable. I'm a 26 year old who needs to grow a pair.' I thought, and quickly hit the "New Game" button, not even thinking twice about it. The screen froze and I cursed softly. Figures, it was only ten bucks so it would crap out a bit. Then, in oozing red letters, it read: "WELCOME TO THE GAME." I slumped forward and passed out.

~Timeskip~
~Mark's PoV~

I felt cool tile on my skin and slowly opened my eyes, senses alert as they raked over the room I recognized was not mine. Panicking, I sat up and my head collided with something hard and sturdy. "Ow." I hissed in pain and held my head, the pain flaring as I grit my teeth. I heard groaning to my left and my head snapped in that direction, spotting a guy around my age crumpled on the floor in sweatpants and a [f/c] sweatshirt. A mess of [h/c] was tangled and stuck to his forehead with sweat. I probably looked the same. He gingerly sat up and rubbed his eyes, yawning like he had just taken a nap. His eyes fluttered open to reveal stunning [e/c] orbs. And they were looking right at me. "Hey. Uhm, who are you?"