#I need to draw MarkAIRplier now

[invertedmindinc]

The dream. . .

Okay, so before we get into this, I just want everyone to know that I’ve been brewing and thinking about this dream for two whole days now. Mainly because I can’t get it out of my head. And the more I think about it, the more there’s cryptic messages and hints that relate to the real world and it’s fascinating!

It’s one of those dreams where you have total control over yourself, but not the situation that unravels before you.

Why am I stressed about it? Because it was a dream about the third movie installment of a certain You tubers series. It all played out what felt like a whole hour, was well written (Except for two parts which was so random), of course had special guests make an appearance, and above all, had an ominous story plot. Even the person’s sight jumps between it being me, and being you (If that makes sense)

It even had a title.

‘The Premier and the Pier, with Markiplier’.

And here’s how it all went down. . . 

Location, the most ritziest pier you have ever laid eyes on, approaching the location from the beach as the sun starts to rise. You had to arrive early because the first showing of this ‘grand premier’ was happening first thing in the morning. Only poor people sleep in.

The pier was like nothing you’ve set your eyes on before. There were shops located on both the top and bottom of the pier, and it wasn’t shabby looking shops either, they were full out centers complete with windows and signs displaying the name of the stores. It’s a literal shopping center on water. And in the middle of it all was the crown jewel of it all, where the movie was to be showing, the theater.

Walking closer, you walk past a few people, none looking like tourists or fishermen. No, every being here looked rather wealthy. Men in top hats, women in fur coats, and not a screaming brat in sight. You see some familiar faces as you continue making your way down the pier, only to feel your arm suddenly grabbed and yanked into the theater you were passing by. “HEY! There you are!” Markiplier greeted, his smile beaming as thought he was legitimately happy to see you. “I was getting worried. I uh, I honestly didn’t think you’d show up since how out date went.” He mumbled a little looking away as though still a little embarrassed with the events that happened in the past. Shrugging it off be leads you through the crow who are also entering the theater as well. “But hey! you’re here! and that’s all that matters. It really means a lot to me that’s you’re here.” He spoke with a more upbeat tune as the two of you finally enter the main showing room. It’s layout wasn’t very grand. It barely fit 50 people, the seats were just folding chairs or log benches and the screen to show the film was no bigger than 4 foot long tv. You found it odd that these high class folks were not complaining about this layout, rather they just casually talked among themselves, each one with a sparkling glass of champagne. “Alright, Now there’s gonna be three showings today, and I made sure that got you the best seat in the house! . . .Just not this first time.” He spoke as he has you sit down on a crate behind everyone else, making it impossible for you to even see the screen. “But don’t you worry! At noon, you’ll be upfront and I even invited your family to come over! Isn’t that great!? You don’t need to thank me, I’m just looking out for that gorgeous face of yours.” Saying this, he hands you a drink that he snatched up from a waiting trey, handing it to you. “Drink up. And don’t worry, it’s on me.” Mark ensured with a wink as you take the glass from him. Just then the lights dim, Mark is snapped to attention as he makes a quick glance to the screen, then back to you. “OH! Show time!” He smiled, clapping his hands once together and started making his way up from. “I’ll see you after the premier!” He calls out before making his way in front of the small and cramped audience. You don’t pay attention to what he says as you look down at your drink, setting it off to the side as you didn’t feel like drinking. If anything, you felt like you shouldn’t be here.

After spending 10 whole minutes trying to look over people’s heads to see what kind of movie Mark was even making, it was already over. People didn’t seem to mind how short is was as they stood in applause, you barely hearing Mark eating up the praise he was receiving. This felt like a waste of time. You get up to leave, but suddenly you’re shifted to the after party. The room was much more elegant than the cramped spot you were just in, better lighting and more comfortable chairs. You walk around for a minute, seeing if there were any familiar faces that caught your eyes. There was a few like Pewdiepie, Bernie burns from Roster teeth and Ross. You never approached them however, continuing to make your way around.

You spot an odd character standing still in the corner, facing towards it. He lacked color and moment, the sound of the crowd around you beginning to go silence the longer you stared at him, instead hearing a faint whisper that you can’t make out. Just then you realized who it was. Jameson Jackson, one of Jacksepticeye’s ego’s. What was he even doing here? What’s wrong with him? You begin to make your way towards him, but once more you were grabbed and yanked to the side, greeted once again by Markiplier. “There you are! I thought you left early. Glad to see you didn’t though!” He spoke, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and leading you away from your earlier curiosity. “Ah, look at everyone here! Isn’t this FANTASTIC!? honestly, I didn’t think this many people would show up, and this is only the first crowd! So each showing is a new crowd to leave in awe with my brilliance.” Mark pauses for a moment, turning his full attention to you with a gentle smile. “I’ll be honest though, it means so much more that you’re here.  these guys? They just wanna get in on the next big thing to stay ahead. Not you though. You’re here because tit means so much more. I couldn’t have made it this far without you, friend.”

He leads you over towards a small gathering of people talking among one another, Reaching over and grabbing one by the shoulder and pulls him from the group, it was Felix (Pewdiepie) whom you spotted earlier. “Hey! Scott! This is my friend I’ve been telling you about!” Mark beamed, introducing the youtuber to you. Felix frowned a little as he looked between you and Mark. “M-My name isn’t Scott.” He tried to correct him, but Mark brushed it off, roughly patting Felix’s shoulder, “HA! Good one, Scott! Why don’t i let you two talk for a bit and I’ll be right. Back. So don’t go wandering off anywhere!” Saying this with an odd grin, Mark vanished into the crowd. It seemed like Markiplier wasn’t being himself lately. Oh well. Looks like you’re stuck socializing. turning your attention back to Felix, the man kinda half smiled and shrugged, “Good old Mark, being weird as usual, huh?” You gave a nod as a waiter hands you a drink, on the handle was a wrapped up note that said ‘On the house! -Markiplier’. You tuck the note into your pocket as you turn your attention back to Felix. “Look, I dunno about you, but I really don’t wanna be here. There’s reports of this escape convict and he might be loose, and I really don’t have time for a vacation right now. . . Hey! What’s that!” He suddenly yelled out, pointing over your shoulder. You quickly look over to what he was pointing towards, seeing nothing. turning your attention back to him, you catch a glimpse of Felix quickly making his way through the crowd.

Wow, were you that boring to talk to?

You know you were told to stay, but you were famished, certainly not in a mood for a drink. You walk over to one of the catering tables and set your drink down, looking at the odd dishes that were in front of you. You didn’t recognize anything, nor did any of it look appetizing. Everyone else didn’t seem to mind as they continued to help themselves. Must be a rich person thing.

“Hey, helloooo?” You heard someone call, looking over to suddenly be shifted back into the theater room for the second showing. you were greeted with a small group of people who smiled and offered you a drink. “I’m so excited for this! So nice of Mark to invite us. nothing like watching a ground breaking movie with your family!” This wasn’t your family. You didn’t even recognize these people. Already you feel uneasy. There was no way Mark would invite the wrong people since they were acting like they knew you. At least he was true to his word; You were in the front seat of the theater with the best view. There was a hush as the movie started, finally being able to see what all the buzz was about with his new film. It was about Markiplier’s new Ego, a WW1 pilot named MarkAIRplier and his many adventures. It was rather good, and you did fully enjoy yourself this go around. At least this day was starting to turn over for the better.

After the second showing, your fake family got up and left without saying another word, still talking and laughing among one another, not even noticing you as they took their leave. Thank god.  Getting up from your seat you watched the crowed leave, catching a glimpse of a dark figure who looked back over towards you, his gaze pierced that sent a chill up your spine. You couldn’t make out who it was, but you decided it was best to stay put for the moment until everyone clears out. Things were quiet. the screen stayed on even though the movie was over. Finally a friendly figure comes into the room, casually approaching you with a warm smile. “There you are, the guest of honor!” Markiplier greeted, placing his hand on your shoulder before noticing how uneasy you were. He expresses concern as he steps closer, trying to make eye contact with you. “Hey, you alright? You look a little pale.”

You have the option to let him know you’re not alright, or lie and  ensure him that it’s fine.

I lied.

He gives a relieved smile and started to escort you out of the theater. “Ah, well, I guess your lack of color is you being indoors for too long. We’re at the grandest Pier in the WORLD! Allow me to treat you a whole afternoon in the sun.” A montage begins with the both of you spending a few house at the Pier, having lunch, playing games, stealing puppies from the pet shop, and finally sunbathing. Except you two are sunbathing on a raft in the water with a couple drink around the two of you. Mark seems contempt, stretching out and letting out a long sigh. “I can get use to this.” he spoke, sitting up a little and removing his sunglasses before looking down at you. “You know what I really want though? To just get raunched up already.” Just then you hear multiple people saying ‘I’ll do it!”. Clearly he doesn’t head them as he stands up and reaching towards a ladder that takes him up to the pier. “Ah well, I’m gonna shower off all this sea water.” He pauses for a moment and looks over to you, “Say, we haven’t shopped around just yet. Why don’t you do a little window shopping, see if there’s anything you’d like me to pick up for you later. Tonight is the final premier showing. Might wanna think about looking into something more fancy? Of stay here, the choice is yours.”

You have a choice to stay and sunbath more, or see the shops.

I chose the shops.

“Great!” He beamed, grabbing his drink and taking another final sip from it. “I’ll meet you at the shops later then and get you something special for tonight!” Saying this, he makes his way up the ladder. sitting up you look at your own drink, noticing it was the same one from the first showing and the after party. . .

The scene shifts with you walking along the lower shops of the pier, your glances switching from between the items in the windows and the familiar looking pirate ship in the distance. You paid no mind, focusing on your reflection as you passed by a clothing shop. suddenly, for a split second, your reflection flickered, changed into that man who glared you down earlier from the second premier, his eyes still on you as you finally saw him clearly. It was ‘HIM’. You panic and jump back, the reflection was back to being yourself, though your heartbeat was now pounding. Some folks looked at you with concern, others walked by as though not noticing.

The scene shifts to the final showing of the premier. same small room. You walk in and look around, finding the best way to get to the front. Just then Mark spots you, making his way to where you’re standing. “And again with the third appearance of my guest of honor! Honestly, this isn’t getting old for me, it really isn’t”, He spoke with sincerity. “and this time, you’re sitting right net to me! I just want everyone to know about that pretty, handsome face of yours.” He stated, pinching your cheek a little before Mark looked over towards the crowd, seem as though to be sure that no one was watching. “Umm. . .Can I talk to you in private?” He then muttered, not giving you a choice as he leads you into a small room, seems like a coat closet. It was a little more quiet in here, and it was out of public eye. you wait for Mark to say whatever was on his mind, because clearly there was something he had to get off his chest. Mark takes in a deep breath as he looks towards you, seeming a little uneasy. “Look, I’m serious when I said you really make this all worth it to me. I mean, after what happened, I really wanted to make it up to you. I figured today was the only day I’ll be able to do it. So thank you.”

You didn’t know what to do as he places his fingertips against your cheek, too stunned to move as he places a light kiss on your lips before pulling away with a gentle smile. “Well, we have a final showing to get to. We better make an appearance.” He spoke as he took your hand, leading you out of the coat closet and into the main showing room. You’re mind is too scrambled to really piece together what the hell just happened, the two of you making your way to the front and taking your seats. Mark seemed very ecstatic as he hands you a drink, taking a stand to make another introduction to the film. Again you don’t pay attention as there was so much on your mind now, looking down at the glass in your hands.

“You still don’t get it, do you?”  You heard a familiar voice echo in your head. Looking up from your drink, you look across the way, the man sitting in front of you was the same as from the reflection. He had a glass of his own, casually swirling the liquid inside as his eyes stayed on you. The voices he mad was many, some calm, others you could hear him screaming at you in sure anger. “Have you even looked at these faces?” He asked, pointing to the woman next to him who clearly doesn’t see or hear the dark being, “Same crowd, same film, same glass to drink to HIS success. Even the fake family didn’t tip you off that he is deceiving you? The distraction from those in trouble, those who escaped, who to have weighed anchor here. Now he’s gone so low as to pretend to feel for you. I didn’t think you were this idiotic for fall for even that.” Darkiplier spoke with a sneer, putting down the glass to his side. “All you have to do is take a drink, and you’re just as gone as the rest. It’s probably for better. it’s not like you ever mad much of a choice. . .”

Your vision drifts back down to your drink..

You have a choice Drink it or don’t.

The don’t drink option doesn’t work.

I chose to drink it.

The moment the glass was empty, I woke up.

Dude! I couldn’t come up with this stuff on my own if i wanted to! i don’t even write fanfics about this can of stuff. So whatever it was my b rain put together was rather impressive. Could have done without the kissing scene though because that was far too weird for me, even though it was you and for some odd reason I was in the crowd.

The one thing that’s freaking me about the most is that it’s the same glass here...