p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"strongHey guys, Ash here and I'm writing this story based on a dream I had about what will come later in the story. Please enjoy./strong/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"Your POV:/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"You prep yourself for the panel at Comic Con. Markiplier, your boyfriend, notices that your a little fearful about the panel. He pulls you close, and being the tall person he is, you have to look up. He whispered, "Listen, y/n, you'll be fine. You have Bob, Sean, Wade, and me standing by you. You'll do fine." You smile and thank him for the encouragement just as you needed to be on stage. As you walk to the stairs, you remember how you met Mark./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"emIt was a very, /ememstrongvery/strong/emem hot day in L.A., and you were in your room making a video. You were playing /emFive Nights at Freddy's 4em will talking into the camera. You suddenly scream because Nightmare Bonnie jumpstart you. You said your outro and end the video. You sigh and start editing the video so it fit into thirty minutes. Once finished, you closed your laptop and decided to visit the new neighbor. He had moved in two days prior to now, and you wanted to see him. You grabbed the pre-made cookies and your keys from the counter. You unlocked the door and stepped outside. Once you locked the door, you walk to the next house. The house next to yours was colored beige and had several windows scattered around. The door was chocolate colored and had a bronze knocker. You knocked and waited for an answer. The door clicked and opened. There stood a man about you're age with eyes like the door and black hair. But, the top of his head was a faded pink. He was roughly four feet eight inches. He said, "Hello, ma'am. May I ask for your name?" You replied, "Hello. I'm y/n l/n. I am your new neighbor. What might your name be?" He replied, "I'm Mark Fischbach." You asked, "Mark as in Markiplier?" He nodded. You handed Mark the cookies as you said, "I'm a YouTuber, too. My username is u/n." He thanked you just as the memory faded./em/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"On stage, you wave to your fans as you sit in the loveseat with Mark. Some of the girls in the front row are giving you death stares. So, you give strongthem /strongdeath stares. Your boyfriend does the same exact thing to the boys. The questions start popping up, and one catches your eye. It says, "U/n, will you dump Markiplier to date me?" You reply, "Nope, not happening. Markiplier is my one true soul mate." Markiplier turns to you and smiles. You smile back and kiss him on the cheek. The final question pops up. It says, "Bob, Jack, Mark, Wade, and y/n do a group hug." You pull Mark into a hug as the others run over. You and your boyfriend are stuck in the middle of your friends. The hug lasts for several minutes. When Bob, Sean, and Wade separate from the hug, you and Mark are still hugging. You had felt your friends leave the circle, but you want the hug with Mark to last. When you let go, Mark holds your hands and says, "F/n M/n L/n, I have been dating you for two years, and I want to ask," He kneels on one knee while pulling a box from his pocket, "Will you marry me?" You start crying. You say, "Mark Fischbach, I will marry you." You pull him into another hug, and you kiss his lips. You have accepted marrying Mark "Markiplier" Fischbach./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"strongI know, this story was short, but I wanted to do this for a while now, and I finally did it. Soon, I will make a prequel to this story. Please no criticism. Bye, everyone!/strong/p