Beyond The Limelight ★ Markiplier X Reader

.*★ 5 ★*.

5AM. You shot up out of bed in a cold sweat, gasping for air and accidentally kicked your laptop off your bed, the loud crash to the floor making you jump and let out a yelp. It took a few moments of you sitting there, heart racing, sweat dripping, breath heaving to realize you'd woken up. Another night another nightmare.

Gathering yourself, you reached over and looked at the time on your phone. Too early to want to wake up, but you knew with how awake you felt in that moment that it would take a while to get back to sleep. Weighing up your options, you decided that first call of action was to go pee. Then sit in the kitchen with the TV on to try and find some comfort.

The kitchen was cold. you sat there shivering at the dining table, staring into space with a podcast playing on TV. As disconcerting waking up from a nightmare is- especially when you live alone- there's always something interesting about waking up this early. Everything feels different, like you fell through a wormhole in your sleep and woke up in a different dimension. It was like the whole world was sleeping.

As you yawned, you suddenly became aware of how thirsty you were so you go up off your chair and walked over to your fridge, opening it and taking out a jug of juice. Closing the fridge door, you stopped, observing the gap where the picture of you and Josh once hung, the one Mark asked about before you threw it in the trash. Where did the red heart shaped magnet go? You furrowed your brows in confusion, looking around on the floor. It must've fallen off when Mark took the picture off the fridge... or did you throw it away along with the picture? You walked over to the trash can and opened the lid, looking inside it to see if you could see the magnet. No magnet and no picture. Odd.

You opened up the juice and took a long refreshing drink, feeling the cold spread, quenching your thirst. Trying to take your mind off the magnet, telling yourself you only felt uneasy because of the nightmare and it probably just fell off and slid under the oven or something, you walked over to your couch and slumped down, watching the podcast and sipping out of the juice carton. It took a while but your nerves subsided a bit as the episode finished and you got up to get started on your morning routine.

You made your bed, brushed your teeth, washed your face, had breakfast, got ready and watched some more TV while you typed up your notes from yesterday. You preferred taking notes down in a notebook then typing them up the next day in order to remember everything better. On paper you can scribble, doodle, make mind maps, bullet points, notes, drawings and not have to worry about battery life.

It was now 9AM. As you opened up your calendar, your phone began to ring.

"Good morning Vincent." you said, answering the call.

"Morning Y/N, I'm calling to check in, Did Mr. Fischbach call you?" He asked in his smooth, light European accent. For as long as you've known Vincent you're still not sure where he's from, you assumed somewhere Scandinavian.

"Oh yes he did, he called after our get together in fact." You explained. You'd meant to call him after the meeting but since you and Mark worked together for pretty much the entire rest of the day it just sort of slipped your mind. "Yesterday we had a team meeting and worked all day getting the planning and preproduction rolling."

"Excellent news, I'm glad to hear it. Does he have a specific space booked for the preproduction?"

"Venice Boulevard. He has the east wing on the third floor booked out for the next two months." You explained. "We have access to a meeting room, shooting studio and workshop 24/7 until then. That's our deadline."

"Two months is quite the time crunch." Vincent said, unsure.

"Well he has quite the team." You reassured. "Anyway I like difficult. Looks better on my resume."