EDIT: HI GUYS ITS ME THAT ONE GIRL HAHA. I haven't been here in more than a year and so much has happened! Like, um, I have severe clinical depression, I have a job, my phone smashed to pieces, my art skills have skyrocketed whereas my writing skills have diminished, I'm no longer a high-school student, I had a haircut and I made a bunch of new friends. So yeah. I've changed from the cringey scene-emo 14 year old I once was and am now the even cringier but much less scene-emo 16 year old.
I thought I'd revamp the one fic that doesn't make me want to pluck out my eyes and eat them, this one. I wanted to fix some mistakes, smooth out some things, so on and so forth. I'm still watching Mark now, but more out of habit rather than enjoyment, I miss the old him a lot but I accept people change. He's still a big goober going places and I still love and respect him.

Okay. This was more for me than anything else, it was bugging me for a while. I won't be fixing any other fics, they can rot for all I care, just... this one means a lot. Okay? It's the early symptoms of my depression that I didn't register at the time, I just thought I was stupid. which I am.

Hi, you guys! It's certainly been a while... six months, I believe? I'm so sorry, I've no excuse. I think I just lost my interest in writing. If you decided to give me another chance by clicking on this fic, thank you very much! I promise, I will try my absolute hardest to get writing again, it was one of my New Year's Resolutions! Long overdue requests will get done! I swears by it!

Okay. This fic will be a bit different to my usual ones. If you don't wanna read this part, go ahead and skip to the story.
I discovered Markiplier a few months ago. September time, I think. I'm gonna be honest, I wasn't too sure about him at first. 'Hey, this guy is pretty funny,' I thought. 'But I think I'll stick with TheGamingLemon.' I closed the video, not planning on giving him a second chance. However, when Five Nights At Freddy's was getting massive media coverage, I found him again, like the third or fourth result down. I clicked on the vid by Mark, thinking, 'What the hell, one video won't change my world.'

Oh, but it did.

I don't want to ramble and ruin the emotion, so I'll get on with it. I hope you enjoy reading this dream as much as I did experiencing it.

Missyclaimer: I own everything except Markiplier. He is his own beautiful person.

I was sitting on what seemed to be a park bench, facing a large window. This window was as big and as wide as a wall, and completely clean and glossy. I sat on this bench, facing this window, which, much to my own ignorant mindless-self-indulgence, presented the universe. There were stars and nebulas and cosmos and shooting stars; planets far off and exceedingly close. The bright glare of the sun shone through the glass and therefore, there was no need for any lights in the curved hallway. Just the sparkle of the stars and the glow of the planets. I noticed none of it, for you see, I was sobbing into my own lap.

I don't know if it was because I rarely ever cry, and a lot of emotion was building on my shoulders because of it, or because it was good ambiance, or because I just could not control it. I just know I felt alone, sad and scared, and I was crying.
Just then, I felt the bench under me move, like someone had just sat down beside me. I didn't question how they got there without me hearing them, but I didn't want to look up, because I knew that I look ugly as hell when I cry. Like a red cheeked pufferfish. But I felt a hand on my shoulder, and it flooded my whole body with warmth. I involuntarily looked up, and there was Mark, looking at me with a concerned expression on his face.

"Hey, are you okay?" he asked. I sniffed and shook my head. I didn't say anything.

Mark frowned. "Why not? What's wrong?" More tears fell down my cheeks, and he tilted his head sadly. "Please tell me. I want to know why someone so young is crying so hard."

I wiped my eyes and nose on a big pink furry coat that I was wearing, despite not owning one. I pulled my legs on to the bench and crossed them, before turning to face Mark. I swallowed and began to tell him everything. About how I felt alone and unhappy and useless. About how I thought my clumsiness and forgetfulness, along with my lack of common sense was going to stop me being able to have a future. I told him I was scared to grow up. I told him I felt like I was just another pebble on the road. I told him that I thought I didn't matter. I poured my heart out to Mark and he listened. He didn't interrupt me or tell me I was being stupid. He sat there in front of a blubbering fifteen year-old girl and took it all in. When I had run out of things to say, my cheeks were burning, I had a swelling lump in my throat and my eyes were waterfalls. I didn't dare look at Mark, I just stared out into the atmosphere outside the window.

It was then I felt him press something thin into my hand. I glanced down and saw a wad of tissues in my palm. I sniffed and used them to wipe away my tears and mop my embarrassing runny nose. I probably looked like a mess in front of my role model. That hurt a lot. But Mark didn't say anything until my face was completely free of dirt and salty tears.

"Jodie- I can call you Jodie, right?" He asked. I nodded. He smiled slightly and continued, despite not remembering telling him my name. "I know that you're feeling lost right now, and I know that you think all your worries and bad dreams are nothing more than teenage angst, like "Oh, you'll get over it, you have it so easy! It's nothing more than adolescent mood swings!". But they're not. Your worries are completely valid, it shows that you care about where you're going to end up in the future. That's important. You care that you're not where you want to be!"

I still couldn't look at him, I knew I'd start crying again if I did. I just sat with my legs crossed underneath me, that pink fluffy coat enveloping me.

"You are still young and you have a lot to learn, but I know you can get through this. Humans... we're strong. Age doesn't make a damn bit of difference." I didn't say anything on account of my throat being sore, but Mark continued. "You see all those stars out there?"

"Yes..." I said.

"They all look pretty small, right? All of them, from this distance, look insignificant and tiny and unimportant. But what happens when you observe them closer? When you open your mind to them? When you acknowledge their existence? They become something so beautiful. They are what makes the universe so stunning and so interesting. You wouldn't think so just looking at them from here, would you?"

"No... no, I wouldn't." I admitted.

"Every single star is important and individual. Just like every single person is important and individual and so, so beautiful." Mark said. I felt his eyes pull away from my face and out to the scene in front of us. "Do you like space?"

I laughed. "Yeah...!" He snickered. "You know what Uncle Markiplier says when he walks past a window on a spaceship, right?"

We both shouted simultaneously: "SPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACE!"

I leant back and laughed to myself. I barely felt the chair anymore, it was like I was sitting on a cloud, on a spaceship, in space, beside my favourite person in the world. That sounds kind of weird, right? He's my favourite person in the world. What about my parents? The people who raised me? Of course I love them with all my heart. But right now they were down on Earth, in our house, and considering this was a dream they probably didn't even notice I was gone. Stuff like that usually happens in my dreams. And I'm okay with it. I liked being alone in a world of my own. It was so serene. Like being in an empty room, completely alone with your headphones on. But if. I'm usually okay with being alone, what was different this time? Why did I break down? Why did I end up on a spaceship, isolated in the middle of space, feeling completely miserable? And why of all people did Mark Fischbach discover me? Why him?

Did I subconsciously call out for him? Did I plan for this? Did I set this dream up without even realising? Did I fall asleep with one of his videos still playing and he just got written in? If I hadn't binge watched him before going to bed, would he have even come along?

My family was on Earth, and I was out, orbiting unknown nebulae and sliding past glowing stars. And Mark was beside me. It's safe to say I was extremely happy.

I jumped when Mark spoke again.

"So, what do you want to do when you're older, Jodie?" I still couldn't get over that he was saying my name! It was unreal! I didn't let my expression show this. I picked at my coat.

"I wanna... I wanna animate. Movies, I love DreamWorks, I love Disney and Pixar and stuff. I wanna get a dog and like tons of tattoos and live in a little apartment in Oregon or outside Los Angeles or something. Nothing extravagant. Maybe some cosplay and voice acting too."

"And how are you going to make these dreams come true?" He asked. My face fell and my shoulders slumped.

"I don't know..." I said. My voice was just above a whisper. "I have no idea. I don't know how I am going to move out and cope on my own. I don't know how I am gonna move by myself when I can't even take the bus into town without hyperventilating. I don't know how I'm gonna get noticed as an artist or a voice actress in a place like that. I don't know how I... I don't know how I'm going to have the future I want so desperately. I don't know..."

Mark spoke again, strongly and calmly. "I'll tell you how."

I looked at him. "How?"

"You're going to concentrate on school and get 10 hours of sleep every night to make sure you do. No more staying up at unholy times to watch my videos. You're going to pay attention in class. You're going to do your homework the night it is set. You're going to set yourself daily goals. You're going to do what you want the way you want to. You're going to go out with friends more. You're going to leave high school with the best possible grades. You're going to learn how to take care of yourself. You're going to get work experience with artists and goddamn, when you've done all that; you're going to pack your belongings and you're going to go to Oregon or LA or anywhere you want and have your own life. You're going to fight for what you want and I promise you I will be rooting for you the whole way."

I was crying again. He had explained it perfectly. That was exactly what I wanted. And now that I knew how I was gonna get it there was no force on Earth powerful enough to stop me.

"Just because your dreams seem impossibly far out into the cosmos, it doesn't mean you can't reach them. Your sparkly little brain is more than capable of lunar-exploring, so don't ever lose sight of your star, okay?"

"Okay." I said.

Mark gave that adorable little smile he is famous for, and he slowly got up. I just noticed that he was wearing his lucky red flannel shirt. It was my favourite of his shirts.
"Stay strong, you're a Markiplite. I know you can get there." Mark said. Then, with a goofy grin, he turned and walked away. But before he turned the not-so-steep corner, he looked back. "By the way, your accent is absolutely adorable. You and Yami will break my little Cincinnati heart if you're not careful." Then, he waved, and continued on his way.

And then he disappeared. I was alone again, but I felt so whole. I was smiling like an idiot: the person I looked up to more than anyone in the world just called me adorable. I was fighting back a loud and high pitched scream.

To distract myself, I fiddled with the balled up tissues in my palm. Only, they didn't feel like tissues. I opened my hand, and place in the middle of it, a bright pink felt moustache was set. I had to laugh. Did Mark slip that in there? How? I didn't care. I just slipped the moustache onto a pin and pinned it on my coat. Nobody would see it, but I wasn't worried about that. As long as I knew it was there, I would be okay.

I looked out into deep space, all the nebulas and galaxies and stars looping and forming unimaginable shapes. And I thought, if this was nirvana, I liked it a lot.

I don't care how bad this might seem, but this dream pretty much kept me going last year. Undoubtedly my depression is much, much worse this year but Mark has helped. Not cured, he's no miracle-worker, but he's done... something. Something that has changed me as a person, and I have never felt more at home when I hear a voice.

This is the end of the story.

Thank you for reading and as always, I will see YOU in the next fanfic! BUH-BYYYYYE!