#lightiplier

It’s common knowledge that the moon doesn’t produce its own light, that it merely reflects the light cast upon it from the sun. The same could be said for the beings called the Lights. Lights are guardians. Born from the souls of those that wanted nothing more than comfort and peace in their lives. A Light could appear as anyone or thing. Someone might see their favorite movie character, a child might see a purple monkey. Their appearance was a reflection of what would create the strongest connection between them. A Light will always shine brightest when they’re with their chosen. When their chosen’s soul becomes dim, so, too, does the Light. Which is why a Light is born, to bring the warmth and love their chosen’s soul requires.

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“You can’t keep using your anxiety as an excuse!”

“You think you have things hard, what about me?! Do you see me shying away from everyone because I can’t deal with them?”

“You’re making me look bad in front of our family, why can’t you just drop the attitude?!”

You sat in your room, curled up on your bed with your notebook and pencil. Your bedroom door was closed, but it didn’t help nearly enough.

You tried focusing on sketching the angel character on your page, erasing and redrawing the wings with no success. 

Each footstep, creak of a cupboard, and a murmured bit of voice made you tense. 

On a base level, you loved your mother. Things had been good when you were a kid, but when you got older, she became someone else. Someone that judged your every mistake and flaw. Someone that tried to make you behave a different way than you wanted to be. Someone that tried to put on a show in front of others, but didn’t give a damn that she was methodically ruining your mental health.

You’d had independence away from her for a short time, and had wished for that to have never ended. Yet, you had to leave your job, which had provided you with an apartment. This lead to having to move back in with her.

If you’d had any other option, aside from living on the streets, you would have taken that instead.

Your pencil tip stalled as her footsteps passed by your bedroom door. Your body locked and tensed, waiting to see if she would ruin your small fraction of peace, once again. 

When her footsteps continued to her own bedroom, you released a sigh. Putting your pencil down you rolled over to stare at your open laptop. On the screen was a screenshot of Markiplier wearing the angel wings. His videos had eased you through some tough times, including recent ones fueled by your mother. 

His goofy personality, generous actions, and cheery smile called to the part of yourself that could still find happiness. 

Thinking about him, you wished you could escape this place and just hang out with him. Even if it wasn’t him, if you could just get some space and time to yourself, you’d be better off each day.

This on your mind you drifted off to sleep with the moonlight’s soft glow filtering through your curtains.

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He opened his eyes, and was utterly confused. Confuzzled. Bewildered.

Sitting up, he found himself on a hardwood floor. Looking around he took in all the fixtures of the room. The desk with switching computer images, the bookcase nearly overflowing, and then the bed. He saw the rise and fall of a body breathing beneath a blanket. 

Shuffling closer on his hands and knees he got a look at your face. It was you, your face, that stoked the flames of his being into proper function. His mind lit up with all the information about himself, about you, and his existence.

Smiling wide, he could barely contain himself. 

You needed your sleep, since sleep helped a mind to mend and process, but he was so eager to meet you properly. Maybe just wake you up for a little bit.

Ever so lightly he reached forward and gave your nose a small poke, whispering, “Boop.”

Your face scrunched, you mumbled something he didn’t catch, then rolled over to keep sleeping.

He decided you were adorable.

He shuffled forward again and poked your shoulder, “Boop.”

This distinct pressure was enough to stir you awake.

Groaning, you opened bleary eyes to focus on the white blob next to you. As your vision got clearer, and you processed what you were seeing, you began to be utterly confused and somewhat terrified.

“What the hell?!” You shoved yourself back in a scramble, tangling yourself up in your blankets.

Flinching from your raised voice, he backed away from the bed, “Sorry! Sorry! Didn’t mean to scare you awake! You’re okay, I’m not scary, I’m not going to hurt you.”

“What, who…,” Your brain was attempting to identify everything it was seeing.He was dressed in a white t-shirt, light blue jeans, he wasn’t wearing any socks, and….”wings?” The word came out a squeak as your sight narrowed on the soft, glowing, golden appendages sprouting from his back. They were curled around, barely brushing against the edge of your computer chair and the side of the bed.

He tilted his head, and looked to where you were staring, “Would ya look at that. I have wings. I just noticed…..Well, I’m not the most observant being ever.”  

You rubbed furiously at your eyes, kept them closed tight for a moment, and reopened them. He was still there, now trying to reach back and play with a feather. 

There was a lot your brain was trying to process. The wings, and him being in your room aside, his face was a whole other matter. He was absolutely, 100%, a clone of Mark Fischbach. Only, in the dim lighting you could make out that his eyes were gold, and his hair was streaked through with gold, as well. 

The way he spoke, and was acting, was pure Mark, too. When he was being his absolute goofiest.

None of this made any sense.

“Dude, who are you?” You kept your voice quiet, not wanting to wake up your mom. The last thing you needed was for her to come check in on you and call the cops. Technically, you should be doing the same, but this guy wasn’t being threatening in any way, shape, or form.

His expression sombered, settling on a soft smile as he turned away from the feather. His tone just as level, he answered, “I’m Lightiplier. Your Light. I was born in answer to your wish.”

The air caught in your lungs. 

Was this really happening, or were you dreaming? 

Inching forward you slid off the edge of the bed. This close to him, you got hints of some kind of flower, and fresh air on a summer night. Reaching forward you tentatively poked his shoulder.

His smile regained a bit more of its silliness, “Boop.”

You withdrew your hand, covering your mouth to refrain from letting out the panicked little stutters that were coming out on your exhales.

Sensing your immediate distress, his silly smile dropped.

His wings stretched forward, cocooning the both of you. The golden glow, that had barely enhanced the dim lighting in the room, became a golden light that shimmered inside the small space. The smell you couldn’t identify before was perfectly clear now. Jasmine. A flower that could represent love, or purity. 

Warm, gentle fingers took hold of your free hand, his thumb making small soothing circles. Lightiplier’s golden eyes were locked with yours. His voice low, murmuring and slowed, “You’re okay. I’m sorry I’ve upset you. I will never do anything you do not want me to. If you want me to leave, I will. My only purpose is to bring you comfort and peace. I only want to be your friend.”

His voice, the same as Mark’s, was honey that oozed over your jittery mind, helped ease your thoughts to slow. 

Your breathing slowed, your heart stopped its frantic tap dance, and forming thoughts became simpler.

Lowering your hand, you stuttered out, “N-no, I’m sorry. It was… just a shock, that something like this could happen for me…. Thank you….you don’t need to leave, but what about my mom? She’ll freak when she sees you.”

Light shook his head, letting go of your hand as his wings opened, “I’m here for you, Y/N. You’re the only one that can see or hear me.”

Given that the man had golden wings sprouting out of his back, you were going to take his word for it.

You had so many questions you wanted to ask, and they were all just sitting on the tip of your tongue. They were suppressed by the large yawn that took over. 

“Oh right, I woke you up, my bad,” Light got to his feet, and gestured for you to do the same, “Scooch that butt back into bed. I can’t help you if you’re not getting all your needed sleep.”

“Promise you’ll be here when I wake up?” You barely got the words out when another yawn nearly made your jaw dislocate.

If this turned out to be a dream when you woke up in the morning, you weren’t sure you’d be able to get out of bed at all.

Light nodded, and placed a hand over his heart, “I promise. You’re stuck with me until you don’t need me anymore.”

You flicked a glance at your bedroom door while crawling back under the covers, “That’ll be a long time to come.”

“Good! Er… not good? Now I’m confused.”

You giggled tiredly at his perplexed expression. Your eyes beginning to close, you sighed, “Please don’t leave.”

In the brief moment before sleep took you, you heard him whisper, “Just said you’re stuck with me, and I mean it.”

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The next morning you woke with a start.

You scoured every corner of your room, your heart plummeting at seeing no trace of the feathered being. 

“It wasn’t a dream… I swear it wasn’t a dream.” You felt tears prickle at the corners of your eyes, this was too much. Too cruel.

A light tap came from the window by your computer desk.

You threw off your blanket, nearly falling on your face as you leapt off the bed. With a quick yank on the cord you drew the blinds up.

You laughed in relief to see Light. He was perched precariously on the small ledge on the other side of the window, two carry away cups in his hands, “I got you some hot cocoa!”