Beyond The Limelight ★ Markiplier X Reader

.*★ 7 ★*.

I just read through all of the parts I've published so far to try and get the pacing right and see if I can start introducing the drama llama and omg my writing is so boring. It's too late to go back and change all the parts I've published now but from here on I'm gonna try make my sentences more dynamic and stuff. If you have any tips please let me know.

Also if you're even still reading thankyou so much idk why you're still here lmao. Have two parts in one day just for you pookiepoo x

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Two and a half weeks into the project and everything was on schedule and running smoothly. There was just one problem:

You felt like you were losing your mind.

You'd sort of settled into your new routine of waking up screaming or crying, then sitting in the kitchen staring into space for a while with a drink before slowly gathering yourself and getting ready to go to work. This morning started off no different, only you were slightly more anxious than usual.

Recently things had been happening around your apartment that you couldn't quite explain. It started with your fridge magnet going missing as well as the torn photo of you and your ex boyfriend you threw into the trash can disappearing, then it slowly began to progress. The rug in your living room would be askew as if someone had walked over it or kicked it accidentally, clothing would go missing out of your laundry basket, the remote controls for your TV and consoles would be misplaced. All of these things could be chalked up to you being forgetful or being less diligent with lack of sleep but you were beginning to get skeptical.

There were many possibilities in your mind as to what the explanation could be other than you losing your mind: someone living in the walls or squatting in an empty apartment using yours for the facilities, a stalker, a ghost...

After getting dressed, you grabbed your keys from your kitchen table and was ready to leave as normal when you froze in your tracks in front of your door. It was open. Unlocked and open just a little bit. Of all the years you've been living in this apartment and all the time you'd been living alone, no matter how drunk you were, how stressed you were, how careless you were, you NEVER forgot to lock the door.

Heart racing so loud you could hear it in your ears along with the blood rushing through you, you looked around, trying to be as silent as possible as to listen for any sign of someone else being in your apartment. Nothing.

Starting to panic, you rushed out of the door, turning to lock it with shaky hands then ran towards the elevator before speed walking to the studio.

You couldn't shake the haunting feeling as you sat at work, watching the team of people assemble the set while you sat alone in a corner. It was getting late now but you were doing everything in your power to stay out as long as possible, not wanting to go back to your apartment. All day you had been taking your time with completing the various tasks you'd been assigned.

"You look like you've seen a ghost." Fizz said, flopping down next to you. She'd been working in the workshop pretty much all day so you'd only seen her briefly until now. You offered her a half smile to which she frowned. "What's up?"

"I'm just really tired." You said, avoiding her gaze. She raised a brow.

"Bullshit." She spat. "Come on you can tell Fizzy." She gasped. "Oh my god are you pregnant?"

"No! God no! What the hell?" You said shocked.

"Girl I don't know, you never tell me anything. So if you're not pregnant then what's up?" She brought her knees up to her chest and looked at you with a tilted head.