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It’s been a while since I’ve been here, and it’s been even longer since you submitted the prompt, but I’m back to deliver! Also, slight warning for John’s excessive swearing! - Admin Jordan

“Scene! That should be the one!” Terry called, and I felt by entire being relax as the rolling of cameras ceased. I stood and adjusted the gown I’d been stuffed into for the scene. Next to me, Michael did the same, and I kept my eyes averted as he turned to speak to me.

“You did wonderfully, Y/n! It’s always a mystery how you keep a straight face through all your scenes. I’m very much impressed.”

My face flushed and I rubbed my wrists sheepishly, lowering my head. This must have been the fifth time he’d complimented me that day, but my chest tightened as if it was the first time I’d ever received his praise. Looking back up at him, I could see a tinge of pink in his cheeks as well, and I found myself shifting my weight to the other foot nervously.

“Ah, thank you, Michael! You did fantastic, as well!” Over his shoulder, I saw Jones standing across the room, arms crossed with a knowing smirk. Beside him, John seemed to catch on as well, and gave Michael and I an odd glance. It was as if everyone knew my secret except the one I held the secret for; Lord, how I wished I could tell him and yet, every time I found even the slightest twinge of courage, it fleeted the moment I looked him in the eye.

“I’ll say-” Eric interrupted us, wrapping his arm around my shoulder with glee as he smoothed the fabric of my gown. “-this dress just looks marvelous on you, Y/n! A bit outdated-” ‘A bit.’ It was styled to resemble the fashion of 18th century France. “-but simply stunning! Isn’t she just stunning, Michael?”

Michael’s entire face went red in return, and looking over his shoulder, I could see Jones biting his finger in gitty nervousness while Graham stood with his hands stuffed in his pockets. He raised his brows at me with a smirk, and it fell into place all at once.

I wasn’t moving fast enough, and now, they were moving me themselves.

“Well- well, yes, of course! It fits you extremely well, and that color really brings out your, eyes, and oh,” He looked to his watch, moving to turn on his heel. “won’t you look at the time! I really must be off! You know, preparing for the next bit and all!”

He rushed away, then, and Eric turned to me with raised brows, hand still around my shoulders. I looked up at him before sighing in defeat as the other cast-members approached. They each bore the same smirk on their face. I hated it. “He doesn’t fancy me. He’s just…awkward around women.”

John grabbed me by the shoulders, towering over me. “Y/n, I swear to whatever fucking God is in the heavens, if you don’t go and tell him how you feel right this instant, I will personally do your makeup for your next scene- and we both know, it will not be pretty.” He pushed me past the others, and I had to lift the front of my dress if I didn’t want to fall on my face. “Now go, and I swear to you, if you come back without telling him, I’m going to lose my shit.”

I turned back one last time to see them all standing there- stone-dead serious while Eric laughed like a dying hyena- and my chest began to tighten anxiously. I turned back to the direction in which Michael had ran off, and I could only assume he’d gone to the dressing rooms. I swallowed and placed one foot in front of the other.

Why was I even doing this? John had no right to indulge himself in my business. None of them did. And yet, here I was, chasing after a man I was sure would never chase after me, just because my friends wanted me to. Moreover, I also knew that John always kept his word, and wouldn’t hesitate to strap me to a chair and royally mess up my makeup for me, so I kept my feet moving.

I was standing before the men’s dressing rooms before I had a proper confession prepared, and I found myself nearly sweating in nervousness. I’d taken a few swings before and most certainly missed on one or two, but this was one I’d rather die than fail. I wasn’t sure I could live with myself if Michael didn’t feel the same way- in which, I was already completely sure he didn’t. I didn’t know what I was going to say, I was still in that damned ancient dress, and I didn’t have a chance anyway, so why did I even bother to try-

Michael opened the door from the other side, but didn’t seem too surprised to find me there. I was taken aback, left speechless where I stood. I really should have thought this through beforehand.

“I could practically feel you burning a hole through the door with your eyes.” He joked, then paused before taking a step back. “Why…why don’t you come in?”

He seemed just as anxious as I was, which brought me an odd sort of comfort. As I stepped into the room, however, I immediately regretted all of my life choices leading up to that moment, and found myself spilling before I lost all my courage. It was now or never, I told myself- because, if it wasn’t now, I was sure John would quite literally murder me.

“Look, I know I’ll sound like some lovesick schoolgirl when I tell you this, and I’m sure our friendship will never be the same, and for that I’m so sorry. This has just gone on for too long, and I don’t think I could live with myself if I ever told you or not, so I might as well just-”

When Michael kissed me in that moment, I didn’t even register it, at first. I hadn’t felt him put his hands on my cheeks, nor did I feel the wind of his fast approach to me. I was left in utter shock where I stood, my entire body frozen in time. From what I could tell when I finally came to, Michael was, for the most part, in a similar situation.

When he pulled away, he took a few steps back, his entire face still flushed as he tugged on his shirt anxiously. “I-I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me-”

I wasn’t sure what came over me then, either, because I closed the space between us once more to reciprocate what he’d given me. This time, we were both happy to meet the other, and I found my heart bleeding into my actions as I melted into him. My hands couldn’t move fast enough around his back and in his hair, flying everywhere I’d yearned for them to be for far too long.

This game has been in development two years now. I first came up with the idea in the shower and rushed over to my computer to text my now ex-girlfriend about it. She was supportive and asked me questions about it so I could get the fuller story. Reading those messages now are somehow strange considering how different the story was to how it is now.

At the time so much was happening. I was working on my senior show (which I got no credit from and no I’m not still salty about it), I was working on an album with a friend (never happened), and I was a trying to pass classes so I could graduate. So of course I would get another thing on my plate, haha. I soon started a (at the time) pirated version of RPG Maker MV and started making the game. Then made an outline because I couldn’t figure out what the hell I was doing.

On September 18th, 2018, I tried to ask for help because I realized I couldn’t do everything by myself. It wasn’t the best structure wise. I asked for one of everything instead of multiple people, so glad I didn’t stick with that. Needless to say, that didn’t work out and the game kind of went on a hiatus midway through the story.

A few months later, February 12th 2019, I made a post with way more flexible requests. I decided to ask for multiple volunteers instead one each task. Little did I know I would get tons of volunteers and start up a discord server with a friend to handle it all.

People have come and gone since then. We’ve had several hellos accompanied with a few goodbyes. I genuinely couldn’t be happier with my team and how far we have come. I’ve met so many people I would have never met if it weren’t for this project. Then there’s the support people have shown for this project is so crazy to me. I am overwhelmed and so happy about it.

Although there has been bumps in the road, I am so glad we’re here now and will continue to make this game happen. I’m so excited for you all to see it and I can’t wait to hear what you think.

I guess what I’m trying to say is thank you. Thank you to anyone who has been part of this project. Thank you for anyone who has like a post on this page. Thank you to anyone who has sent an ask. Thank you to anyone who has volunteered. Thank you for anyone who has sent an application. Lastly, I want to thank you for following the development of Who Will Save Markiplier.

Happy Anniversary!

- Jordan