Let me in (Jacksepticeye x Introvert!Reader)

Chapter 1

I struggle to push myself out of bed. When you lay in a spot for so long it makes a mini dip of comfort. After a few failed attempts I swing my legs over the side of my bed and yawn, all while sounding like a dying (animal).

I sleepily rub my eyes to adjust to the dimly lit room. Only a single streak of light fluttered in through my curtains.

I pull my phone out from under my pillow and check all my notifications from over night and to my surprise there was only about....98? Well, I get alot more generally. I'd say 5 of them are youtube, 20 tumblr and the rest are wattpad.

Yeah. Alot of wattpad. I'm a wattpad celebrity. Names (username), but my real name is (Y/n) (M/n) (L/n). Not even one of my closest online friends know that. I'm practically non-existant.

Your probably thinking:
'Online friends? What about your real ones?'

But don't be obserd. I have real life friends, when I was a toddler. Now I'm grown, as grown as I can get being this short, but I don't have any real life friends.

Who needs 'em? I have all the support I need right here on this beautiful app. But back to before, I have alot of followers. And I don't mean your average 700- 1K followers. I'm talking about the big numbers, like how Wattpad HQ has 22 million followers big.

I'm in the top 10 for biggest numbers. Being first as everyone would know. My stories range from real life scenario, tragedies, romance, horror, drama- you name it I've got it.

Well over 200 different books and atleast half of them are- you guessed it- fanfictions. Only platonic, oc, anime, tv shows, movies characters. No one from real life though.

But enough about that. I need to get ready for staying home all day by myself.

I stand up and stretch once more. Letting out another inhuman noise. My pajamas have risen up and only one sock has remained on my feet. I pull the sock off and play with my hair. Messing it up in an attempt to wake up.

When that doesn't work, like it rarely does, I decide to take a shower. What? Just cause I stay home and do nothing all day doesn't mean I have to be a mess. My house, and self, is really clean, on the account that I barely do anything besides eat takeout and lay in bed or coach.

Some would say I'd never lived a day in my life. Judging from the fact that the most damage on my skin is a paper cut or chewed finger nails.

I waltz into the bathroom and take off all my things. I get my phone, that is practically another limb to me, and place it on the bathroom bench.

I stare at myself in the mirror.

"Wow! Guess who looks half decent today" I speak in a fine accent. Finger gunning that gorgeous something looking back at me.

"Tis I! The one and only! Inticuse; the introvert. Sworn to have at least left the house once a month!" I change my voice and do a heroic pose.

Okay, so maybe being lonely and having only leave my house once a month; whether it be shopping or excercise, makes me a little bit loopy, but who isn't?

I laugh at myself. But it soon turns to a sad, regretful laugh.

"God your lonely, you need a life" I scould my reflection.

"You do, darling. A very nice one at that. Income. Online friends. And no man controlling it" I praise myself as I turn on the shower and start to bathe myself.

Somehow Wattpad had become a job for me, earning an income. It's amazing. I can do something I love and make a living out of it. I have many online friends. Well, many being 6 or 7. I have heaps of followers, but only a certain number I follow back.