#Markiplier with his dogs Chica and Henry

[arikjust]

Just wanted to practice drawing something mystical ✨

But also cute, because why not 😌

[staticcryptic]

hi! can i request something with cg markiplier and a little reader who keeps fooling around while mark is recording, distracting him but staying just off-camera? and eventually he just gives up to give the reader attention and we get some soft fluff? thank you, youre awesome :D

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pairing - markiplier x reader

authors note - idk if I got mark’s speech pattern correct but I tried & hope you like it :3

tags - little!reader, cg!mark, pet names, cg!amy mentioned

Mark adjusts his headset for the fifth time in the hour he’s been recording, glancing over to the side of his filming room where you sit on the floor. There’s a perfectly good beanbag right behind you but you’ve taken to coloring across the floor, your favorite stuffies situated around you in a circle so they can color too.

Mark can’t get himself to focus on the game he’s supposed to be playing, not when you look so cute, and not when you keep flashing him beaming smiles while holding up your drawings. It’s not unusual for you to sit in the same room as Mark as he works while you’re regressed, but Mark has never had this much of an issue with being distracted by you.

Maybe his mind is just preoccupied with other things, maybe it’s the stress catching up with him, or the knowledge that the time he spends recording he could be spending time with you while you’re little- whatever the reason, he can’t keep this up.

“Mark, pst, look.” You mutter as quiet as you can as you know Mark is busy with work and you shouldn’t be bothering him. You just want to show him the drawing you’ve just finished of you stood between him and Amy with Chica and Henry at your feet.

“Very nice, little one.” Mark praises without a thought to how his camera’s still going and this footage will now be unusable. Hopefully he can re-film this all tomorrow, because for now he’s switching his camera off and saving his game.

“Don’t you gotta work?” You ask as Mark makes his way over to sit in front of you.

“It can wait. Do you want to do something aside from coloring?” He reaches to pick up the stack of drawings you’ve made in the hour you’ve been in here, sifting through to see some of them are video game characters, there’s a couple of the dogs, many of you, him, and Amy, and some miscellaneous ones he can’t place but finds cute nonetheless.

“Can we go watch Tv?” An instant nod is all Mark offers before standing and holding his hand out for you, you happily jump to take it and allow him to lead you both towards the living room where the dogs are sleeping on the couch.

“What do you wanna watch?” You both settle into the corner of the couch, Mark opening his arms so you can curl up against his chest, and your legs folding atop his to get as close as humanly possible.

“Mm, Bluey?” A small huff of a laugh leaves Mark but he nods and flips it on. You guys must’ve seen the show all the way through at least three times by now, but if it’s what you want then it’s what you’ll get.

“Thanks Mark.” You say and let your head sleepily lull against his shoulder.

“Course sweetheart.” He’d much rather lay and watch Tv with you than sit at his desk trying to engage in work he could care less about at the moment.

[cherrilemon]

Fnaf Theories that I know arent canon but I’m gonna treat as such (Tw: Please don’t take me seriously in this post)

Elizabeth Afton is the mimic

Monty is possessed by Sparky the Dog

Charlie has a twin who got to live who took over Fazbear Entertainment after Pizzaria Sim

One of the Mrs Afton’s left William for Phone Guy so that’s why he dies in the 1st game

Vanessa and Suzie are distant relatives

Glamrock Bonnie actually died after trying to get with Vanny (The Smash of 83 lol)

Ness is the real urple guy and Steve Raglan was just a man he hired to throw Mike off his scent

Markiplier is actually the guy in the Chica mask and NateWantsToBattle is the guy in the Freddy Mask from the Bite of 83 mini game

Balloon Boy is possessed by a small frail Victorian child who somehow time traveled into the FAzbear timeline

The box actually contains the body (or brain) of the Crying Child because William was trying to bring him back

Gregory is actually a 4th kid of William, his ex wife was smart and never told him she was preggers

Henry somehow survived Pizza Sim, cause god hates everyone in this game, and is being held hostage in Fazbear Headquarters

William lost an ex wife because he kept calling his balls Fazballs and his… you know what, FazGoo

And finally, we actually play as Mike in UCN because UCN and Pizzeria Sim are happening simultaneously

If any of these actually become canon, I might just lose it. Anyway i expect to get atleast one death threat from this post and I’ll cry if I I don’t

[the-phantom-author]

hear me out, getting another doggo with markiplier besides chica (and henry) like idk this man makes me smile whenever he is with chica in vids or ig posts (and also in general)

Yes! But something one a bit different than chica and Henry, like a Samoyed or something.

Like yeah, it like Mark. He helps train the dog, goes on runs with it, and like being around Mark but it's undeniably your dog.

Like it follows you around, naps with you, always wants to play with. If you you're around the dog wants little to nothing to do with Mark, until you leave and then it's his biggest fan.

Also taking those weekly selfies with the dog, only for it to get big big and Mark to hold them. And he would.

Also sorry it's it bad, I have a dog and I love him but he's just a glorified cat and I'm incredibly allergic to dogs, so my exposure to them is very limited.

[markimoofan75]

Markiplier’s beautiful mind

Y/n saw a video pop up from Markiplier late at night.  You looked at it and the title was definitely clickbait.  Mark was auctioning off a “date” with him. A couple hours to sit down with him in person. All proceeds go to charity of course.  You figured you would never be able to afford an auction.  After watching the whole video you realized you had a chance. It was a raffle where you donated $10 and got a ticket. Maximum of 10 tickets per person. You donated enough for 5 tickets and couldn’t wait for the livestream that he would choose the name of the winner.

It was a couple of weeks of intense waiting. The whole fandom was a buzz. He hadn’t done this before and whoever won would be so lucky!! You are a science major at UCLA and you have a new project on the human brain you would love to try out on Mark.  When the day came you were watching heart pounding. He of course took a long time to pull the name. He likes to talk to his audience and he likes to irritate them for fun. So by the time he announced the winner you were doing homework and not paying attention.  He said your name and you dropped your pen and started jumping up and down almost missing him giving you instructions.  

He asked you to say hi in chat if you were there so the mods could get your info. Your hands shook so much it was hard to type. Lauralie messages you directly and you give your name and number for information and she will pass it on to Mark.  He said on the stream he can’t wait to meet you.  You don’t pay attention to the rest because you are in shock.  It feels like a dream.  When your phone buzzes you pick it up not expecting Mark to contact you right away. You drop the phone like it was a snake.  Quickly you read the text.  He asked for your address and if you were available in a couple weeks what time would work for you.

Very nice but impersonal, of course, he doesn’t know you. You give the info and he says an Uber will pick you up but you will need to be blindfolded so you don’t know his address or how to get there.  It feels a little weird but you agree.  You ask if you can bring your science project with you.  This led to a short discussion of your project and his enthusiasm in seeing it. You are set to meet him and you are so excited.

You spend the next couple weeks on your project so it’s ready. Your professor is impressed and excited for you to get to test it on Mark. He is young enough to know who Mark is but not a fan himself.  When you talk to your parents they are happy but they have never understood your Markiplier obsession. Your friends are much more excited.  They want details afterwards.  They want you to film it but you don’t want to take the risk of getting kicked out. You received a packet of information and an NDA you signed. The rules are don’t touch unless he says so and any overly excitable behavior will end things immediately. It also says Amy will be there and the same goes for not harassing her either.  You are almost more excited to meet Amy. You want to know her better.

The day comes and you choose jeans and a t-shirt for a casual look. Cloak brand of course.  You brought your own silk scarf for a blindfold and put it on in front of the driver. It takes a little while to get there and the longer it goes the more worried you are that it's a joke. Finally the driver stops and tells you to take off the blindfold. You see a beautiful house in the hills and as you get out you hear excited barking. You laugh because you hadn’t even thought of Chica and Henry.  You walk towards the house and Amy comes out with a huge smile.  

“Hello Y/N it’s nice to meet you.  What are your pronouns? I don't know if Mark asked?” Amy shakes your hand.  She is looking cute in some cut blue jeans.  She has an oversized sweater on with black and white stripes.

“Hello Amy, I am so excited to meet you!! I go by they/them and thank you for asking.” You were so impressed she asked.

“Ok good to know. Let’s get the dog greetings first.” She leads you inside and both dogs run up wagging and sniffing.

You hold out a hand being calm so Chica and Henry can sniff you.  They both wag and wiggle but are sweet.  You give some pets and then you hear his soothing voice.

“I see you met all the important people here.”  Mark’s warm voice makes you have a moment of panic. Then you breathe deeply before turning to him.  He’s in his dinosaur t-shirt and a pair of long black basketball looking shorts.  You almost gasp but try to push down the over reaction to him. He is taller than you which is surprising because he jokes so much about being short.

Amy laughs and you try to formulate a response.

“I agree Chica is who I secretly wanted to meet most.” You grin but the look on his face is so funny. Amy laughs and you blush.

“Fine! I know when I’m not wanted.”  He turns and starts to walk away. You just stare trying to figure out if you fucked up everything.

“Don’t mind him. We can just get comfortable while he pouts.”  Amy walks you to a big room with a table and chairs. You sit but are panicking.

Mark walks in with a wink and a grin.”I had you worried didn’t I?”

“I’m a little off balance. I’m just glad you’re not mad.  I will try not to geek out too much but this project means a lot to me and my professor is just as excited to see the results as I am.”  You’re unpacking the bag you brought with you just trying to concentrate on counting all the pieces to make sure you didn’t miss any.  You look up and Mark’s face is awed and he is picking up pieces.

“I’m very curious about this.  What exactly is this supposed to do again?”  Mark is still touching things and you resist smacking his hand.

“Mark, stop touching their stuff.”  Amy is smiling but Mark stops and puts down the piece in his hand.

“We aren’t completely sure but it’s supposed to read the electrical impulses in the brain and visually show what an answer to a question is without verbally communicating.  I’m hoping the visuals will be detailed enough to know the answer and then confirm with the test subject.  This has never been done before and my tests on smaller subjects have been kind of like sonograms very fuzzy and hard to interpret.  I’m hoping a bigger brain will make it clearer.”  You’re smiling at Mark as you finish getting out all the parts.

“Ahh I see you need big brain time.”  Mark smiles smugly and you giggle a little before putting the machine together.

“I promise it isn’t painful and we can stop anytime if you are uncomfortable with the questions or what the machine is presenting.  The data will not be turned in to my professor unless you approve it.  I don’t want to give out anything that you don’t want in the public.”  You keep putting it together but you can feel Mark’s excitement and Chica runs up getting him to focus on her and once his gaze shifts you sigh.

“That sounds good to me.  I don’t want to be a dick here but I doubt this will work.  I have a thick skull.”  He laughs at his own joke and you give him a sassy expression before you realize what you’re doing.  He laughs harder and you blush.

“If it doesn't, at least I will have tried it out.  It might take me another 10-15 minutes to finish putting it together so you guys can hang out or whatever.”  You’re not sure what you want more from them to give you a moment to breathe or get all the time you can.

“I’ll take a break here to make a call but I promise to be back soon.”  Mark takes off with a sweet smile and Amy stays.

“I hope it’s ok if I stay.  I have to say I’m fascinated with this.  I wonder how detailed it could be if it works.”  She’s smiling but you get the feeling maybe she worries about what he thinks.

“I’m not sure.  My hope is almost like a scene in a movie.  Bob would be an even better test subject because he doesn’t think in visuals.  I wish I had that chance.”  You’re just babbling as you’re putting it together.

“True, that would be interesting.  Maybe if this works we can swing something.”  Amy is petting Henry while Chica lays watching you calmly.

You take a little longer than you wanted but it needs to work. You make sure you’re getting all the sensors set up.  The sensors look like a hair net but with many circular pads like an EKG.  You even made sure the network of sensors was extra large so it would fit his giant head.  You of course couldn’t get measurements but you just went for the largest network you could do.   Mark walks in a few minutes later with a water bottle.

“Are we ready here?”  He sits and you’re now extra nervous.  You’re going to touch him.  You hope you don’t pass out.

“As long as you’re ready for me to put the sensors on your head then yes we are.  I just want to make sure I have permission. Is that ok?”  You’re looking at the sly smile and are not sure what he’s thinking.

“Well as long as it’s just my head we’re ok.My neck is very sensitive”  The wink almost does make you fall. Your knees buckle a little but you gather up the network and approach him slowly.  Getting closer a smell of pine and leather hits you.  He smells great and you bite your lip before starting to place the sensors.  You barely touch him as you make sure the temple sensors touch skin and the ones on his neck too. He flinches when you touch his neck and tenses.  You manage not to shake too hard and when you sit back down you try not to chuckle.  Amy does it for you and laughs. The sensors look a little silly.  Mark gives her a frown but you manage to keep a straight face.  

“Alright we’ll start with just regular questions that I can verify the answers to like a lie detector test.  Ready?”  You do a little typing and the visual on your screen is gray as usual and when Mark says yes you get a little blip on your screen but it’s gone fast.

You go through his name and where he lives.  These really are only getting small flashes and you’re concerned maybe something is wrong.  After a few more minutes you’re ready to begin the test for real.

“Alright now we get to the meat of the questions.  I’m going to ask a list of questions. I want you to think of the answers, don't talk, just think about them.  The bigger the visual the better.  Ready?”  You watch his nod and this time words are on your screen.  Your jaw drops open and you look up at him.

“Did you just think this won’t work?”  His eyes go wide.

“Oh my god yes I did.  Fuck will this work for real?”  You’re even more excited and Amy has sat up straighter leaning towards you.

“What do you like the most about being a youtuber?”  Simple and direct he closes his eyes and frowns.  What shows on the screen is strange.

“All I see here is a teddy bear?”  You look at him and he chuckles.

“I love hugging my fans. It's nice to hug people.  It’s not really the top thing but it was the first thing in my mind.”  He smiles at you and you feel a little dizzy.

“Ok second question, what is your favorite character that you have written?”  He closes his eyes and you see an image pop up of Damien but it switches to Warfstache looking the way he did in Markiplier TV.

“So the images showed Damien first in the tuxedo then Warfstache looking like he was in Markiplier TV.”  You grin as he shifts in the chair.

“Ok a little secret here I enjoyed writing the shift of Damien to Darkiplier but I feel more of an affinity to Warfstache.” He grins again and you are feeling more comfortable.

“When did you first think about any kind of story or backstory for Wilford Warfstache?”  You’re watching the screen.  You can see Wade in the Slenderman costume.  

“Were you thinking of filming Wilford with Wade and the fall of slenderman costume?”  Your heart is beating so fast and his face is getting a little pale.

“Yes, I was seeing Wade in the costume.  Are you recording this?”  He looks nervous for the first time.

“Yes I was for my professor but if you don’t want this anywhere else but with you I can do that.  I will just use another test subject for my professor.”  Your palms are sweaty hoping this isn’t going to end early.

“We’ll see what happens but can Amy come watch with you?”  His eyes are pleading Amy to help.

“Of course! She can pull up next to me.” You pull the chair by you closer and Amy comes over and sits.  You rewind so she can see the first images and her jaw drops open.

“It looks like a grainy version of the video. Holy Shit!”  She looks at Mark and they exchange a wordless conversation.

“Can I continue or do you want me to stop?”  You’re seeing this fall apart and you feel a panic rising.

“It’s ok to go on but we may keep this here.  I just don’t know how much I want floating in the world.  You signed an NDA but your professor didn’t.  Anyone else who sees this won’t either.  Let’s just see where this goes.”  His intense gaze says watch what you ask.

You look through your questions and cross out a few before beginning again.

“Is Wilford based on anyone you know other than yourself?” You watch him close his eyes and the image that comes up is a little confusing.

“I’m seeing a small boy but it isn’t clear who it is.  He seems to be running around and laughing. I see a tall man with a mustache laughing.”  You and Amy look but Amy looks up at him and her eyes are so wide.

“Oh uh that’s probably me.  I had a problem with being a little over the top once in a while. I was mostly quiet but I had a few times that I acted out.  This is really crazy.”  He is really looking at you like he isn’t sure what’s going on here.

“It really does look like you.  I’ve seen your pictures from childhood. It's you.  I don’t think the public would pick up on it.  It’s really grainy.  It was you running through the house with a cape on, holding your arms above your head.”  Amy looks at you and tries to smile.

“I’m sorry this is troubling you both.  I can stop or maybe just have Amy tell you what she sees and I won’t look?”  You’re scrambling for any way to get a few more questions in.

“It’s fascinating, trust me but I’m pretty sure your professor won’t see this.  I’m ok with you seeing the images just keep going.  This is amazing.” His color is back and his smile is genuine you think.

“When did you first start writing stories?”  You decide to go a little less pointed for a bit.

He closes his eyes and you see a young boy, maybe middle school age.  He’s writing but it looks like an angry person is staring at him nearby.

“So it looks like middle school maybe?  I wanted to ask if you had any teachers that were mean to you?”  You’re looking at your questions and when you don’t get an answer you look up.  They are both staring at you.

“What did I say?”  You freeze and your heart is pounding.

“I think I talked about a teacher treating me badly when my parents divorced but that was the only teacher I had a problem with.  Can you describe them if I think of it again?”  He closes his eyes and you and Amy watch.

“She is short and a little overweight.  I can’t see facial features but she wears glasses and has curly hair that seems short.”  Amy nods at him and he rubs his face.

“Ok this is now entering the realm of freaky.  Yes, that’s her.  She seemed to be disappointed in me a lot.”  He is rubbing the back of his neck and you’re pretty sure there aren’t many questions you will get through before he ends this.  So you go for a big question you have been thinking about a lot.

“Can I ask if Celine was based on anyone in your life?”  You smile but lose it immediately when his eyes go wide and you see images.

There’s a woman or maybe a series of women.  The first one is smacking someone you can’t see the face of.  She’s screaming at what looks like you.  Then you see a very cold and irritated adult woman lecturing you.  The third looks familiar but you don’t want to think about why another youtube personality is involved.  Amy goes to Mark and whispers in his ear and he hangs his head.

“Ok you did a lot of hard work for this so I will give you one thing you can’t talk about to anyone else about.  Celine is based on a few women in my life that weren’t exactly good people.  I won’t tell you who they are but if you saw what Amy described, yes one was hitting me.  I won’t go into details there but I had built an image of a certain type of woman and I used her as a villain of sorts.  I didn’t want to go out of my way to call her that but make her more mysterious.  People seemed to latch on to my characters being me.  So no one asked this kind of question before that I have answered.  This is unbelievable.”  Mark is getting restless in the chair.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean for the question to stir up anything.  I can just leave what has been recorded with you and get out of your hair if you want.”  You wish you had more time.

“It’s ok but maybe let Amy ask the questions she thinks I would want to answer?”  He looks again sending silent messages to Amy.

“Of course,”  You pass her your notepad and she looks it over.

“I think we can try this one.  What would you like your legacy to be once you’re done being in the spotlight?”  Amy smiles again and the screen lights up bringing tears to your eyes immediately.  You try to speak but have to stop and close your eyes while breathing.  Amy touches your arm gently.

“It’s ok just relax.” Her voice is watery too.

“I know what I’m seeing but putting it into words is tough. The world you picture is one of peace and love.  Everyone is helping each other. You want things for others and that is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.” You’re tearing up but the next images make you gasp. “It’s a place filled with containers.  Each one is helping a group of people.  The people are working together.  I don’t see you anywhere in this.”  You hear him chuckle and then you see something heartbreaking.  His coffin and his friends and family who seem to be much older are crying.  It isn’t a big crowd but the sorrow of those assembled is deep.  You cry covering your eyes and feel Amy’s arm around you and a soft sob.  You don’t want to uncover your face but you hear noises and soon that smell envelopes you and warm strong arms are hugging you.  You just let go and cry not thinking of anything else but what a good person he is and so much better than others see him.  You hear some crying and uncover your eyes.  He is crying with you and Amy is holding him.  It goes on for a few minutes and you all empty a box of kleenexes nearby.  When you can talk, everyone is much more calm.

“I’m sorry for being emotional but I have never seen a visual like that before from any movie or tv show.  It just made me feel like my grandmother was holding me again or my mother was dancing with me in the kitchen.  It was love, pure and simple love. Is that right?”  You watch him thinking for a minute.

“In a way yes but no.  In a broad sense I want the world to be better and everyone to help each other.  What you saw was probably my visualization of what I think of my fanbase most of them anyway.  They have done a lot of good under my direction and on their own.  I want the world to know that and help each other.  The reason you didn’t see me was because I picture this after I’m dead.  I’ll be right in the trenches doing whatever I can until then.  If that leaves behind a much more love filled world then that’s what I want.”  His smile is radiant and you feel a warmth inside you.  This man is amazing just like you knew he would be.

Amy smiles at him and looks proud.

“I think maybe that should be it if you’re ok with it Mark.  I’m feeling drained and I want to get ready to go.  Unless of course you want to see if it works on Chica?”  You’re teasing but maybe that would bring a laugh.

His eyes go wide and Amy shakes her head no. “Yes Please, I want to see what happens with animals?!”  You laugh but nod yes and you rearrange the sensors and Amy calls over Chica.  She sits wagging but patient.  You hand the sensors to Amy and she gently puts it on Chica.  You all watch the wagging dog.

“Amy, can you hold on to her?  Mark you say whatever your favorite name for her is or tell her she’s a good girl.”  Amy gently holds Chica’s body and Mark calls her Chica Beeka and what flashes on the screen is confusing.  It’s just like a ball of light but in the background is a huge heart and you look at Amy.

“Are you thinking you love Chica?”  This is interesting.

“Oh my god YES!”  She smiles big and Mark runs over.  He looks at the screen and he laughs.

“This is amazing but why is there only a big ball of light?”  He strokes his chin frowning.

“I would say because animals don’t visualize like we do.  I think it’s her version of happiness.  Just a huge bunch of love but in a light form.”  You laugh as chica wiggles to get to Mark and you take off the sensors letting them start to play together.

You take apart the machine but make sure to take the thumb drive out and put it on the table. You pack everything up while doggie chaos erupts around you and Amy laughs.  Once you’re done you look at Mark and catch his eye.

“This thumb drive has the images.  I have no other copies and it’s yours.  I can’t guarantee the quality on your own computer when you watch it but it’s yours.  Thank you for letting me do this.  If you can sign this piece of paper that says you participated that will count with my professor and if you want to write anything about what happened you can too. Is that ok?”  You look up and he is holding his arms open.

“First come in for the hug you deserve!  Then I will happily sign this so they know you did it.”  You stand up and when he wraps his arms around you it feels like home.  He is strong so the squeeze is good but he holds you for a few extra seconds and you wish it would never end.  You pull back and grin. He signs your paper and writes a note.

“I do have a meeting so I’m gonna go and Amy will get the Uber here.  It was a pleasure meeting you.  Take care!”  He waves as he leaves and you can’t stop smiling.

“Alright I texted the Uber driver and he will be back in a few minutes.  Can we talk?”  Amy looks happy but there is something underneath it.

“Of course.”  You sit down and watch her body language.

“This was emotional and you saw some things that definitely can’t be talked about.  I know that will be hard for you but I suggest you either see a therapist or write it down so you can have it but it doesn’t go anywhere.  I want you to know that I appreciate you doing this.  I just want you to be ok after this.  He’s very private and I want his thoughts to stay that way unless he wants to share it.  Who knows he could go on a livestream and talk about it.  Do you have any questions?”  Amy has taken your hand and you feel much more grounded.

“I completely understand I won’t even tell my friends.  I’m afraid since my life is online I don’t want to store it somewhere anyone can get to so a therapist is probably key here.  The only question I have is are you ok with this?”  You watch closely and only see happiness.

“I’m glad because it gives me a little peak too.  Honestly there are some things he doesn’t talk to me about and I want to ask but you can never tell if it’s a buried trauma.  This gives me a chance to have conversation topics because he knows I saw something.  Keep up your work this could be big someday.  Let’s have one last hug. The Uber is here.”  Amy stands and hugs you gently.  She is like a summer breeze, sunny and light.  She walks you to the door and waves as you get out of sight.  The ride home seems faster but your mind is whirling with images.  You have a scheduled appointment with your therapist next week so that’s a relief.

When you get home you lay down trying to gather your thoughts.  You ignore your phone that is blowing up.  What you saw was not too surprising but the thought of his death is just hanging over you.  He’s older than you and it’s something that will happen someday.  It just feels like that would be the end of the world.  How could we go on without him?  It was a strange thought to be worried over an online stranger’s life.  You fell asleep for a few hours and woke up in tears.  Not remembering your dream you get up and wash your face then sit down to your phone.

It takes a while to get your friends to understand you can’t talk about it other than he was so sweet and it was nice to meet Chica and Henry but most of all Amy. She is a little bit of a mystery to the fandom at large.  She was online at the beginning but then she was only in little bits of videos and sometimes a few livestreams.  Most of your friends don’t care about Amy.  You just give them the run around until they get tired of asking and then you make a Tumblr blog post to summarize for the larger fandom.  Once you get done it dawns on you that Mark wrote a note on your paper to give to your Professor.  You dig it out of your bag and your jaw drops open.

“Your student not only was courteous and kind but what the machine showed was very accurate.  I did not give permission for you to see what happened because I don’t want it out in the world.  I hope that you can forgive Y/N for not providing you with my personal business.  I am sure with more testing this machine can be something wonderful.”  He signed it and you stare at the paper feeling proud that he was praising your work.  You see another paper behind what you had that doesn’t look familiar.  It’s another note and you’re confused.  You didn’t see him do anything like this but it looks like his handwriting.

“Y/N I hope that you find this after you get home.  I will be texting you soon because I have some questions for you.  Thank you for showing me something special.  Mark”  Your heart is pounding again.  When did he slip this in?  You just shake your head and wonder what on earth he has to ask you?  Getting ready for bed you’re giddy hoping to get a chance to talk with him again even if it is in text form.  

You don’t see any texts for a few weeks and you thought maybe he forgot.  Your therapist had you working on why it was so devastating to think of Mark dying.  You had been trying to write it down but it was so emotional you had a hard time putting it into words.  Tonight you decided to sit down and write out words until it was out then you can organize it.  You hadn’t gotten far when your phone vibrated.  You ignored it but when it vibrated again you looked down and almost choked on your water.

“I need to talk to you, please text me back.”

“This is Mark if I forgot to say it.”

You pick up your phone and text back.

“Oh sorry I was working on something.  What can I do for you Mark?”

You’re surprised to see the icon that shows he’s typing pop up right away.

“I can’t stop thinking about your machine.  There are some things I try hard not to think of that I want out of my head.  I didn’t want to freak out you or Amy but this machine is showing me things I am not consciously thinking of.  I am curious if I tried to dive into some things. Can I bring them to my conscious mind and deal with them? What do you think?”

You look at his message for a bit.  Wondering what he meant.  

“I’m not a therapist, Mark, so I’m not sure if that would work.  I want to help you in any way you want but I don’t want you to get too excited if my machine doesn’t live up to your expectations.”  You’re so freaked out.  You might actually get to see him again.

You wait again as the icon shows he’s typing.  It’s several minutes before you get the text and you almost fall out of your chair.

“I know what you’re saying but you don’t understand just how much this has occupied my brain.  I’m a very busy man and I can’t seem to get anything done bigger than just playing a game.  I’m not writing, I just want to get some of this out before I stop being able to sleep.  Amy is worried and when I finally talked to her about what I was thinking she suggested I text you.  I don’t talk to fans you understand.  I have only built a few relationships from people who were fans.  I really hesitated because I don’t want you to think this is something more than wanting to explore what your machine does.  I don’t know you well so I thought I would roll the dice and ask.  I also know this is a very big power imbalance and you will likely say yes because you’re a fan.  So if you do say no it’s ok or if you insist your professor or Amy is there just so you feel better that is ok.  I need this though.”

You read it a few times and bite your lip.  Of course you will say yes.  You would only feel comfortable if it was Amy because she can know the stuff as her professor would just ask too many questions.

“I am not sure how quickly I can do this Mark.  It’s almost finals and I really need time to get my machine back home.  It’s been at school for a while so I will also need to recalibrate it.”  You nervously watch your phone.

“Oh alright.  I understand I just sprung this on you.  Can I ask you a few more questions?”  You sigh and realize you aren’t going to get back to your work anytime soon.  

You end up texting with Mark for almost an hour.  It was mostly just about the machine and why you thought it up and what you wanted it to do.  It was weird to just chat with Mark.  It felt very surreal.  When you guys said goodbye you were too tired to do anything but sleep.  

Over the next week you and Mark text about the machine and a little bit more about your background.  He was a good listener and you almost felt like you were heading into acquaintance territory.  When finals were over you went out to party with your friends and didn’t realize how casual you were about Mark texting until you were on the dance floor with Sarah  and Shelly came running up with the phone and wide eyes.  Shelly takes your hand and drags you towards the bathroom.  Once inside where you can hear each other she pushes your phone in your face.

“What the FUCK?! Markiplier texts you?!”  Shelly has never been one to take no for an answer,

“Look when I went to see him I brought my machine and tested it on him.  You can’t tell anyone!!! Do you understand?”  You are staring into her very wide eyes.

“Holy SHIT.  I understand just TELL ME!!!”  She is almost vibrating with excitement.

“Ok, so the test went well and he is curious about the machine.  He just started texting me last week ok so that’s it.”  You bite your lip hoping she might be drunk enough to forget this.

“I can’t believe this!!”  She is staring at you and then her face changes and you sigh.  She heads for the stall and vomits for a while. You do the good friend thing and help her get cleaned up and call an uber.  By the time you get her safely headed home you remembered Mark texted you.  

“I have been trying really hard not to pester you but can we set up a time for the second test?” You sit in the club staring at your phone.  If you don’t answer soon he will text again.  

“I’m out clubbing after finals.  I’m not sober enough to make any plans.  I promise to text in the morning.”  You hit send and put your phone down for some shots not seeing the response.  The rest of the night is a blur and you were in a lot of pain the next morning.

You are nursing a bottle of water trying to keep from throwing up again when your phone vibrates and you pick it up not thinking when you see Mark’s number.

“Just checking in on you it’s 1pm and you haven’t texted. You ok?”  Looking back in your phone there are several other texts and you smile.  He was checking up on you.  That feels weird.

“I am here Mark.  I am among the living.”  You send it and unfortunately have to bolt for the bathroom.  You hear the phone vibrating again and you flush the toilet rolling your eyes.  

“Glad to know but we absolutely need to set up a time to meet.”  He is not beating around the bush anymore.

You look at your calendar and then pick up your phone.  You text him that Friday works for you and he texts right back agreeing to the date.  You don’t write it down because you barely make it to the bathroom.  When Friday rolls around you are surprised to see a text from Mark.

“Hey uh I forgot to get a time from you for our test today.”  You stare at your phone for a minute before realizing you made the appointment when you were hung over.  Shit!

“Oh I just got out of school for the day so if you can give me a couple hours I can be ready.”  You wonder how fast you can clean up your apartment.

“Well that’s funny because I am on my way to you right now.  I was hoping you could get the machine together now so it’s ready when we get there?”  

Looking around your tiny apartment you almost can’t breathe.  Mark was going to be here sooner than you thought.  

“Oh ok but I’m not ready for guests.”  You get up starting to tidy up when you hear the ding and pull out your phone.

“Oh I should have been more specific.  Can we pick you up and take you to a neutral site for this?”

You sigh and respond.

“Yes I will start getting it ready now just text when you’re here.”   He responds ok right away and you pull out your bag quickly putting together the machine. You can’t believe this is happening; it feels like a dream state.  You just finished getting your shoes on when your phone dings again.

“Ok we’re here.  Sorry for the short notice.”  You grab the machine and carry it downstairs seeing a car parked with a window down and you see Amy inside so you get in.

“Hey.  I know this is going to sound bad but we are headed to a hotel.  I wanted a private area not in public.  I hope you will be comfortable with that?”  The look on his face is stressed and you smile at him.

“I’m fine with it.  Amy is here and I trust you both.”  You start playing with the wires on the machine as you realize you don’t really know them that well even if you have been texting.  They’re strangers you just happen to know a little bit about.

The rest of the ride is silent, you’re trying to think of what he could want to get out of his head. He and Amy are quietly holding hands but both are zoned out.  When the car stops the driver seems to wake everyone out of their daze.  Mark pays and you all get out.  You walk behind Mark and Amy wondering how this will work.  Mark walks to the desk and gets you checked in and then you all go to the room.  It turns out to be a business space with a big desk and lots of chairs.  Relieved it isn’t an actual room with a bed you sigh.  Mark unlocks the door and lets Amy in then holds the door for you.  No one has spoken and you’re fighting the need to hide under the table or walk back out.  You put your machine at one end of the table and get it plugged in.

“Alright here is where things get complicated.  Amy will be here but I don’t want her seeing any of this.  She and I had a long talk and came to an agreement.  So for you to feel safe she will be in the room but with her back to us on her phone.  Is this going to be ok with you?”  Mark is very stern and Amy looks at you with a small smile.

“Yes as long as she stays here.  I have one question.  Do you want me to see this?”  You are now very concerned about what he wants dug up.

“Yes, because I need a pair of eyes that doesn’t know anything.  You’re not to repeat anything you see or hear in this room.”  He’s staring so hard at you.  You look away and nod.

Amy gives Mark a hug before going to the opposite end of the conference table and sitting with her back to you both.  She pops in some headphones.  Mark sits in the chair next to you and sighs before doing some deep breathing. You wait until he looks at you to put on the sensors.  Once placed you sit down and boot up the machine.  Going through the normal warm up to make sure everything is good.

“Will you be giving me a list of questions or just say the question out loud for me?”  You see him sigh again and then shake his head.

“No, I will be thinking about the questions.  I know your machine does show you words but I’m guessing if it’s a complicated question you might not see it but get the images instead.  I want someone who doesn’t really know me to tell me what you see.  Are we ready?”  He looks sad and looks at Amy’s back before turning to you again.

“Alright I will talk to you when I see an image.”  You watch the screen as he closes his eyes.  It doesn’t take long for something to show up.  It’s a room with a boy on a bed crying.  You can’t hear it but the movements of his shoulders are obvious.  He looks miserable.

“I see a boy that I think is 8 years old.  He’s lying on a bed crying.  He’s covering his head and curled in a ball.  He’s crying pretty hard but nothing else is happening.”  You look up and see pain in his face.  

“I think we both know it’s me.  Can you see anything on him or around him?”  He closes his eyes again and the image comes back stronger.  You see tissues on the bed but then you see a tall figure enter the room and sit on the bed.  He’s trying to touch Mark but Mark seems to move away.

“I see kleenex but then a man comes in, possibly your father and he seems to be comforting you.”  He keeps his eyes closed but a tear runs down his cheek.

The scene changes and you see the same boy standing in a hallway.  He looks scared and you can see shadows in another room gesturing. From the speed of movement it looks like an argument.

“Now you’re in a hallway and I can see shadows of people fighting in another room.”  Mark opens his eyes and looks at you.

“I don’t want to be coy with you.  I think you know my parents got divorced.  I just don’t have many memories specifically of the time it was going on.  My mind has focused on the teacher that was a bitch to me and just a general sadness.  I wanted to try my best and see if I asked myself to remember what would happen.  Can we go on?”  His eyes are watery and pleading.

“Of course.”  You give him a half smile and he closes his eyes again.

This image makes you gasp as you watch it unfold.  It looks like Mark is on his knees crying hard holding his mother’s hand.  She is looking at the tall man that must be Mark’s father.  She is gesturing at Mark on the floor and the man is angry.

“I see you on your knees on the floor holding your mothers hand.  She is arguing with your dad and gesturing at you.  Your dad looks mad.”  Mark covers his face with his hands and sits for a minute as the image fades.  Then a new scene shows up and you fight the urge to go hug him.  It’s his dad taking him away from his mom but not in a forceful way just walking away with Mark.  Mark is sad but he isn’t fighting anything and his mom looks more mad than sad.

“You’re being taken from your home by your dad.  You’re sad but not fighting it. Your mom is mad.”  He looks at you again.

“I had pushed that one way down deep.  My dad raised me more than Mom because of the divorce conditions.  I had avoided thinking about it for too long.  My mom is important to me.  All I have remembered was how painful it was for me and my brother to be separated from her.  As a child you just go along with your circumstances.  I survived it and grew up.  Then once my father died it was like a piece was missing from the puzzle.  I buried a lot I didn’t want to think about.  I just decided that it wasn’t important to my life and I’ve made a lot of choices that led me to where I am today.  When you first questioned me the details in the images made me think more about my dad and the fact that most of those were buried memories.  I wanted to know more.  We have to push a little deeper.”  Closing his eyes his face was stoic and you watched the screen.

What shows up next is very confusing to you.  It’s a picture that seems like it is changing constantly.  It’s Mark for sure and he is a teen he is angrily punching things.  All kinds of things and he is in a state of rage.  That part is familiar but the way the picture keeps reforming around him it’s like his mind can’t pinpoint one specific memory then it all stops and you can see what looks like a field and he is standing alone in it.  He is screaming in this wide open space.  He then falls to his knees and looks like he’s crying.

“I don’t understand what I’m seeing but it looked like you were being angry punching things but the stuff around you kept changing as if you couldn’t land on anything specific.  Then you were in a field or some open space screaming.  You fell on your knees and looked like you were crying but I can’t tell.”  Looking up you’re scared immediately and stand up moving away from him.  He isn’t looking at you, his eyes are closed but his face is set in anger.  His jaw is clenched and his hands are in fists.  You haven’t had the best life yourself and this response doesn’t feel safe.  You inch towards Amy and get in her line of sight while watching Mark. You wave a hand at her and she turns her head.  You point with your eyes wide and she turns around.  She gasps and takes your hand.  It isn’t something she seems to be used to either.

“I have never seen him look that way in person.  I’ve watched some of the rage games but this not only looks scary but feels scary.  Is it a good idea to try and talk to him?”  She looks up at you and you try to think but your mind is in a panic.

“I don’t know. Usually he has spoken to me by now. I’m going to go back to the screen. Just stay put.”  You go back just as slowly. Mark is still in the same position radiating anger.  You see the screen and sit down with a thump.  It’s like a dream playing out confusing but vivid.  Mark is in a ring of sorts and he is circling around someone that doesn’t seem to have a face.  There isn’t anyone outside of the two people.  Mark is not speaking but when he moves towards the person he moves in the chair but not very much his muscles flex and the screen shows him punching someone hard in the ribs.  The other figure falls and Mark walks away.  As soon as he does he opens his eyes and growls.  You run back to Amy and put yourself between her and Mark.  He would never forgive himself if he hurt her.  He looks up and sees you both wide eyed.  He closes his eyes, takes several deep breaths and doesn’t open up until he has relaxed his body.

“I’m sorry to both of you for that.  I said I needed to go deeper but I really needed to see exactly how deep the anger went.  What did you see? I didn't hear you before.”  His voice and body make you walk back to your chair and Amy puts back on her headphones but she looks a little unsettled.

“I saw you and the surroundings were constantly changing, hitting items I couldn’t see.  Then you were in a ring of sorts with a faceless person and you hit them hard in the ribs. They fell down.”  You couldn’t stop your racing heart even if he looked calmer.

“Ok I pushed hard, slipping through all the moments I remember being angry and acting out on it.  My dad was still alive through all this and I can’t seem to find why I was angry.  The boy I hit was a whole other thing I won’t discuss.  Let’s just say I lost control.”  He’s looking at Amy and his face is worried.

“Why were you protecting Amy? I would never hurt either of you.”  His eyes are full of tears when he looks at you and you don’t want to answer.

“I won’t go into details but let's say I have encountered angry men before.  I don’t like it and I wanted to make sure she was safe. I don’t mean to be rude but I expected you to hit something.”  You look down at your hands trying to push away all the memories you don’t want to think about.  You feel a hand on your shoulder and look up.

“I appreciate it.  I didn’t know what bringing up the angry moments would lead to.  Don’t feel bad and I’m sorry I frightened you.”  He opens his arms. You hug him gently trying to hold off tears.

When you separate he goes to Amy and sits with her.  “Can you step into the hallway for a minute? I want to talk to her alone.”  He smiles but it’s fake and she nods as she looks at you.  You walk away and close the door, walking a few feet away just to make sure you don’t catch anything.  You hear voices softly for a bit and then Mark opens the door.

“It’s time for us to go.”  Amy is smiling and she looks fine.

“I think we have taken up enough of your time.  I apologize for scaring you.  I think I can relax for now.  If you ever get more than just this prototype I might buy it off you.  I don’t want to keep bugging you and I think maybe Amy would be better for this going forward.”  You nod and gather up the machine.  Everyone is quiet and when you get in the car to return no one speaks.  You stare out the window hoping he will be ok.  There are definitely demons in there but he seems to deal with them.  When the car stops you just get out and walk away.  You don’t like thinking about the fact that you had a second time to exist in the same space as Markiplier.  It’s different now. You and so many of your friends have viewed him as a perfect man.  He talked about pain in his life and struggles but it was just stories.  You see all the good he does and just gloss over the rest.  When you get settled into bed you run across a video of him from a while back talking about respect.  He spoke about being human and that if you put someone on a pedestal it’s just as dehumanizing as villainizing them.  You realize that was what made it so unsettling.  Even after the first time you saw him you didn’t think of him as anything but perfect.  All the images were cute or beautiful and it was only unsettling to him it seemed.  This time you were realizing that him being human and angry and digging in his pain was as much of the real Mark as you were likely to ever get.  You remember giving him the thumb drive before leaving the room and not wanting to touch his hand.  That was strange to you then but now you get it.  You had entered the room as a fan and left the room an uneasy stranger.  Not that you won’t keep supporting his work but that you have a new outlook on this kind of Parasocial relationship.  It’s easy to fall into worship of someone but it’s harder to see them for who they really are even if you don’t know all the details.  

You wake up the next morning to a letter under your door.  You found the envelope when you went to make coffee.  You read it as your coffee machine bubbles behind you.

“Y/N I want to say first thank you for helping me even though I’m a stranger.  I know you may think you know me but trust me what you saw was only a very small portion of me.  I hope you aren’t scared anymore and I promise Amy is ok with what happened. She understood after a very long talk about what you saw.  I showed her the thumb drive and she understands what scared you.  I do as well but I want to say you were never in any danger.  I really appreciate you taking time to sit down with us again and I promise it’s the last time.  I was serious about buying a machine from you.  I would even be interested in funding the creation of this or at least talking to your professor about how best to fund it.  You do have my number and you can pass that on to your professor if you don’t want to be directly involved.  Please know I really appreciate you taking a chance and going with us last night.  Let me know if you need anything else for your project.

Yours Truly, Mark”

You read it a few times and struggled with what to do with it.  If you pass along the information to your professor it will help you and might even get a grant for the school program.  You want to help out the school but are very uneasy about any more contact with Mark.  You decide to text him back first with a question.

“Hey I have a question for you about the machine.  If I sold you the one I have, would you want to work with another school or somewhere else on this project?”   You can’t imagine giving up what you have worked on for so long but if it was to be a reality Mark is the way.  You can’t get over how he looked and you just don’t want any more contact.  Through the next week or so you pushed away your friends and isolated yourself in your apartment.  You passed on Mark’s information to your professor when you didn’t get a response.  You decided they can work it out themselves.  When you stopped taking showers you realized maybe talking to your therapist was the best thing to do.  You got an appointment for the next day and when you sat down you tried to explain.  It was hard and you cried a few times.  The therapist reminded you that Mark is a stranger.  He isn’t the person that you had feared before.  He was just a person that you had thought very highly of before but your mind is changing how it thinks of him.  It was unfair to lump him with the people who hurt you.  You begin to unravel that ball of string and by the time you go home you take a shower and feel relaxed.  Maybe avoiding Mark was avoiding the issues it brought up.  Your phone dings and you look at it with your mouth open.

“Sorry I didn’t respond. I am shit at responding.  Please accept the thank you gift coming your way and please don’t give me the original.  I want you to keep working hard on it yourself.  Your research is important.  I talked to your professor and we worked out a way for me to help.  Don’t worry about it, just keep up the amazing work.  Take care.”  You try to work out what he meant by thank you gift when you hear a knock at your door.  You open it to see a huge box and sign for it.  You’re puzzled until you open it and laugh.  You just let all the pent up anxiety and depression flow out in that laugh and try to breathe through it.  You finally calm down and take a picture.  You send it to Shelly and she immediately calls you.

“Are you serious??? He gave that to you??”  Shelly is laughing and you almost don’t understand her.  You both laugh for a bit and when you can breathe again you explain.

“I used my machine on Mark again and he decided I needed a thank you gift.  I didn’t know he meant Lady D.  That body pillow is heavy and enormous.”  Shelly laughs hard again and you smile at it.  He sent that body pillow.  You can’t believe it but it did make you laugh so I guess that counts for something.  You can sell it when you get tired of it for a good price probably.

“Well maybe I can come over and smell it just to have a second hand Mark smell.”  She sounds excited and you sigh.

“Of course come over we can have a chat and you can cuddle it.”  You laugh and once you get off the phone you change clothes. You haven’t had Shelly over in so long.  You didn’t realize just how isolated you made yourself.  This was a good way to bring yourself back to the real world and have a souvenir of your adventure with Markiplier’s beautiful Mind.

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Recognition

Dark had been hesitant, and by that I mean  fucking pissed, to introduce Mark to the D.A. it only happened because Bing was close to Mark and wanted to show him his Sign Language progress. Also secretly, he knew what Dark didn't. Mark wasn't the one that made Dark see red. And he also knew that the D.A was one of the only people alive(?) who could change Dark's mind about something he was convinced of.

The D.A hadn't talked to anyone all day. But they had been told the day before by Bing that an "old friend" was coming to visit. This had been obviously very exciting for them, the last person they reconnected with was Abe and although it was only over a week ago, it felt like years to the entity in the mirror. But when the door to Dark's office door was opened they reeled back in surprise at the face they saw. Surprise turned to anger then to confusion. But, when they saw the expression on Dark's face they couldn't help but burst out into silent laughter. 

Dark begrudgingly led Mark up the stairs of the manor, Bing bouncing excitedly in front of them. Dark glared at the androids grinning face and lightly pushed him aside to let Mark and Amy into his office. They had brought Chica and Henry but that crossed a line for Dark so the dogs stayed downstairs with the delighted Eric and King. 

Mark stood aside to let Amy in first, stepped inside the office and awkwardly stood beside the desk. Then his gaze fell on the half bent over shadow of a person in a mirror on the office wall, shaking with completely silent laughter. Marks confusion only grew when he saw Bing signing to them and also started cracking up with Dark looking annoyed and amused at the two of them. It was only when Amy got the courage to say "Uh, Bing we don't know sign language, and also who is that?" that the silence was broken. 

The D.A heard Amy speak and it only made them laugh more

Dark are you serious, this guy? This is the guy you think killed at least 4 people and broke another's mind?! He has 2 dogs! His girlfriend is braver than him! He's scared by a very old, very gay demon! 

At this Bing completely broke down on the ground. Dark pulled a face at them and turned back to answer Amy. 

"This is the D.A. they don't have a preferred name. And currently.." Dark sighed and looked at the wheezing Bing and rapidly signing D.A. "Do you remember Who Killed Markiplier? Yeah I would hope so. I seemed to have….mistaken you for the "Actor". And the D.A and Bing are mocking me while half insulting you." 

Mark and Amy's mouths dropped open. As soon as Darks words sunk in, Amy joined the D.A and Bing in hysterical laughter while Mark just stood with a half shocked half amused look on his face. 

Dark leaned against the wall with his eyes closed so that he couldn't see the insults coming from the D.A's rapid fire signing. Amy and Bing were still laughing and Mark was on the way to joining them. Dark sighed once more and knew that Bing would never let him live this down and was also 100% recording the whole thing. 

Not the best thing I've written but fun to write nonetheless! Hope you like it! I typed it all on mobile so my fingers hurt ack

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The Warfstache Affair (pt. 4)

Night Terrors

    Amy wanders bitterly through the maze as a slight drizzle of rain falls from the sky, making everything a little more damp and a little more dreary. When she reaches the end, Dark is waiting for her with a placid look on his ghostly face. Amy tries to walk past him to head around to the front of the house where her car is parked, but Dark puts out an arm to stop her.

    “You made a mistake choosing Wilford as your next project, Miss Nelson.” Dark narrows his eyes at her. “For your own safety, I would urge you to pick a safer Ego to work on before you wander into a situation that you can’t get out of. I would hate for you to get hurt… again.”

    Amy glares up at Dark. “Oh, maybe you’d prefer I try again with Doc? Or did you not get enough satisfaction from torturing him the first time?” Dark folds his hands behind his back as his shell cracks a little. Amy can’t help but smirk, just a twitch of satisfaction at the corner of her mouth.

    “You will get nowhere with Wilford the way that you’re going. You’ll have to admit that to yourself sooner or later,” Dark tells her, trying to keep his temper under control as the blue and red silhouettes try to pull his broken shell in opposite directions. “But Wilford responds out of loyalty. When he sees the others change, he will, too.”

    Amy backs away from Dark a few paces in the direction of her car. “You hired me for help making the Egos more human, not the other way around, Dark. I’ll do this my way, or I’ll leave and won’t come back.” She rounds the corner of the house and runs.

     “You should’ve seen the way he looked at me, like all this time he’s just pretending that everything is fine, but for some reason, I keep poking holes in his daydream.” Amy rubs Henry’s ears softly as she sits with Mark on the couch. She pulls Henry close like a weighted blanket. “The thing is, I don’t know whether it’s better or worse for him to keep fooling himself. At least when he’s dreaming, he’s happy, but every time I start to wake him up again, it hurts him.”

    Mark puts an arm around her shoulders and plays with the ends of her hair. “Wilford has always been that way for as long as I’ve known him. He just… dances on the edge of daydreams and nightmares.”

    Amy presses her lips together into a thin line, thinking back to that moment in the garden again. “How long have you known Wilford? Six years?”

    Mark shakes his head. “No, no, much longer than that. That’s just when he first appeared on the channel as one of my characters. You know the story.”

    Amy turns to Mark, shifting Henry a little as the dog wiggles unhappily at having his nap disturbed. “No, you’ve never told me how you met the Egos.”

    Mark’s eyebrows both raise in surprise. “Really? I thought for sure…” His voice trails off, and he glances towards the TV which becomes a screen of static for a moment before he hears Amy calling his name. “Sorry about that, my mind just sort of wandered off.” Mark grabs the remote and turns off the TV before he considers how to begin the story.

    “Well, you know I have nightmares all the time, right? And I have since I was a kid.” Amy nods. Mark has explained this much to her before, and as much as he insists that they don’t bother him anymore, Amy knows that a particularly bad nightmare can throw Mark off for a whole day afterwards. “Some of the nightmares would be sort of reoccurring with similar faces, like masks almost.”

    Mark looks down as Chica whines and puts her head in his lap. He chuckles a little and pets her head to comfort her. “Don’t worry, Chica Bica, I’m alright.” He glances back at Amy and sighs. “Sometimes they’d talk to me, especially one. This silhouette where all I could see were eyes and teeth.” Mark shuts his eyes. “He started telling me stories about all of my dreams, all these masks that kept coming up again and again. Then he told me his name.”

    “Darkiplier?” Amy asks, going back to rubbing Henry’s ears.

    “No,” Mark laughs, more of a sudden exhalation of breath than a genuine expression of humor. There was nothing funny about having a demon in his head. “Well, yes, in a way, but he didn’t go by that name back then. ‘Darkiplier’ came with the channel, but even before he became my ‘dark side,’ Dark existed as a part of me.” Mark scratches his jaw absent-mindedly. “He told me I had some sort of potential, like I could somehow help all of my dreams become real.”

    “The other Egos,” Amy whispers like its a secret, and Mark nods.

    “He said the others needed bodies. They were all stuck in my head because I made a good vessel, but they wanted out. That’s why I kept having nightmares about them.” Mark rubs his temples. It’s been a long time since he’s even thought about this, but now that he is, something seems wrong. “He wanted me to find a way to make the others real, and so when I started my channel… I don’t know, their stories just came back to my mind.”

    Mark rubs his upper lip across his mustache, remembering the sensation of that crazy, pink mustache he bought online. “Wilford was first. He was always the most memorable. Even though Dark was always the one talking, I couldn’t help but be fascinated by Will.” He smirks and shakes his head. “And the funny thing was, Wilford didn’t even need a body like the others. But making the videos of him just made him stronger. I don’t understand how. He hung around for a few weeks after that, and from time to time, Dark would tell me a little more of their story.” Mark’s smirk drops into an uneasy frown. “It took years for him to tell me the whole thing, and that’s when I made ‘Who Killed Markiplier?’.”

    Amy frowns and rests her hand on his arm. “So, when you made the videos the Egos just appeared? But don’t you still have nightmares?”

    Mark nods. “I guess those will never really go away. The Egos, on the other hand, I’ve never met most of them. Wherever they sprouted up after I made the videos, I’ll never know, but Dark always dropped in to let me know when a new one showed up.”

Mark’s eyes keep wandering towards the TV. “But then Dark wanted a video, a real one, not just some silly camera tricks. He already had a body, just like Will, but he wanted something else… something…” Mark puts a hand over his eyes and massages them. “Amy, I’ve got a headache. I think I’m going to go take a hot shower.”

    Amy blinks a few times, startled by his sudden change of subject. “But what did Dark want?”

    When Mark stands up, he trips over Chica who howls and scampers away. Mark mutters something under his breath and then stalks away without answering Amy’s question. When he’s gone, Amy looks where she thought she saw Mark glance, and as she does, she thinks she can almost make out a faint silhouette in the television. She rubs her eyes to make sure, but then it’s gone.

[falseroar]

Broken Memories Epilogue: Welcome Home

((This is the epilogue to Broken Memories, a WKM fanfic where the story continues into the present day. I said when the series ended that I didn’t have an epilogue planned or know how I would handle it then, but things could change. And now feels like a good time for this, as late as it may be.))

The car doors had barely shut before Wilford came bounding out of the egos’ house to greet them. Even when he came to a stop, the man seemed to bounce on his feet with excitement as he said, “Taken you long enough to get here! The Host was starting to worry you would be late!”

“Sorry, but we had to pick Henry and Chica up first,” Amy said as she let the dogs out of the backseat of the car. She bent down to scratch Henry behind the ears as she added, “We missed these bubs so much! And you would have complained if we didn’t bring them.”

“Absolutely true,” Wilford said, bracing himself as Chica jumped up to try and lick his face. “Who’s a good girl? Who’s going to get a nice big piece of the doggy cake Chefiplier made just for you two and Bim?”

Mark glanced at the second car pulling up into the driveway, this one with Wade, Bob, Tyler, and Ethan inside, and then looked at Wilford over the hood of his own car. “How exactly can we be late to our own party?”

“Oh, believe me, if the party’s good enough you won’t want to miss a single second,” Wilford said with a wink.

“Better than getting some sleep?” Wade asked when he caught the tail end of the conversation. “Because Perth was like 16 hours ahead of us and I don’t even know what day it is anymore.”

“Sleep,” Ethan begged as Tyler dragged him out of the backseat.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, I feel fine,” Bob said, energy drink in hand.

Wade shook his head at that and stage-whispered to Wilford, “He’s not fine. I really don’t know how we survived the flight back.”

“Fascinating, but I can’t help but notice none of you are moving,” Wilford said, and suddenly he was behind them, ushering them inside with cries of, “Come on, come on, you lazy time travelers!”

A roar of voices met them the second they walked through the door, and Wilford led the group down the hall to the living room where all of Mark’s egos were gathered around a table topped with several cakes, the largest of which bore the words “Welcome Home!” in red and green icing. But his egos weren’t the only ones there.

“Seán? What are you doing here?!” Mark said, leaping over a sofa to greet his friend. “Why didn’t you tell me you were going to be here?!”

Jack shrugged helplessly. “I didn’t even know there was going to be a party. Marvin literally showed up with the other guys and brought me here about ten minutes ago. It was all I could do to convince him to stop and pick up Robin on the way.”

“Hi,” Robin said, barely managing to raise his arm up and wave where he was sandwiched between about four other egos on one couch. “This is surprisingly cozy. Which one of you smells like cinnamon?”

At Jack’s words, the ego wearing the cat mask shared a sly smile with Wilford, who was absolutely beaming as he watched the hugs go around.

While Jack laughed helplessly as Bob pulled him into a bear hug that made his feet leave the ground, Jameson Jackson jumped up to his feet at the sight of Amy to offer his seat to her, only for Bing to plop down into it without even noticing either of them because he was laughing too hard at something Chase had just said. The King of the Squirrels filled up a good bit of floor, rolling around as he was mobbed by the two dogs attracted by his almond butter beard, but the Host easily stepped around them and Jackieboy Man, who was also on the floor and desperately hoping to pet a dog, on his way to a seat in the corner near one of the four Googles

Said Google, the blue one, looked around the room, recording everything like his three counterparts in the other corners, just as they were asked to do. He paused at the sight of the figure standing just past the door to the kitchen, a dark figure surrounded by an aura that played brief havoc with his recording, but in his chair the Host murmured, “Google should not be concerned. He will not disrupt this celebration.”

“If the Host is sure,” Google replied, his tone suggesting otherwise, but he continued to film as the others greeted each other and soon passed into telling stories from their respective tours, Jack in Europe and Markiplier and crew in Australia, along with all the legs that came before. Jack’s story of a swan he befriended was met with Mark describing the baby kangaroo he got to feed, and before long there were a million tour bus stories going around. Despite their complaints of being tired earlier, none of them seemed to mind the audience they had in all of the egos.

Amid all of the noise and laughter, the Host began to narrate, so quietly that even Google didn’t notice the soft stream of words.

“Outside, a van sputters, its needle on E, but it has just enough gas left to pull into the driveway. The driver turns the engine off and steps out of the van…where they hesitate. The place is familiar, they know it. But they are still recovering, still unsure of their own memories, uncertain if this is where they—”

The Host’s lips stopped moving and pressed together into a thin, determined line. The chatter continued all around him, but he heard someone mention cake, followed by almost unanimous agreement.

However, the noise slowed when the Host stood up and asked, “May the Host say some words first?”

Mark, surprised because the Host rarely raised his voice, much less spoke in front of groups, looked around at the others before saying, “Sure, go ahead.”

The Host smiled and turned to face the room at large. “This party is to celebrate homecomings. Our creators, our family, have been doing incredible things over this past year. You have all moved outside of your comfort zones and in the process created shows to be proud of for your fans. With the end of both the How Did We Get Here? tour and the You’re Welcome tour, you have all completed major milestones in your lives.

“Many of us don’t remember how you started out. We haven’t seen every obstacle you have had to overcome to get to where you are today, but we are proud of how far you have come. That is why the egos wished to celebrate how much you’ve grown, together. That is why the Host and others here worked to have everyone here for this, so that we can say it together:

“Welcome home, Sean.”

The Septic egos cheer loudest, of course.

“Welcome home, Mark. Amy. Wade. Bob. Ethan. Tyler.”

But the sheer number of Iplier egos rivaled the noise as everyone cheered and clapped to each name, some even stomping their feet. The Host had to wait for a pause before speaking again.

“And welcome home, Y/N.”

Silence fell over the room as everyone followed the Host’s smile to you, standing there in the doorway.

You look just as they last saw you, before Anti shattered that piece of the mirror. Tired, the same clothes, bruises as fresh as though it was just yesterday, tears prickling the corner of your eyes at the sight of everyone, together.

And you?

You don’t know how long it’s been for them. You didn’t know, when you pulled into the driveway, who would even be here.

But, as the room erupts into noise and everyone moves to sweep you in at once, you do know one thing:

You’re finally home.

((End of Broken Memories. Thank you for reading.

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Dream Journal Posts

Hi everyone! So I have a lot of, usually strange, dreams that I only remember bits and pieces of. After talking to some friends, they have convinced me to start a dream journal. I thought that maybe it would be cool of I posted it on here for anyone to see! Below is basically all I remember from the dream I had last night. If you want to hear some that I've had in the past, I am more than happy to share them.

The dream I had, like many prior, was strange as the flow and direction it was trying to go was not consistent. The famous YouTuber, Mark 'Markiplier' Fischbach, was present along with his and his girlfriend's dog, Chica and Henry. My mother was also present in the dream. From what I remember of my dream, it seemed very much like my mother and I were traveling inside a movie, with recurring actors and a few familiar faces. Where I ran into Mark and his dogs was in a park, my mother accompanying me their as I nervously spoke to Mark and pet the two adorable dogs with him. After that, I can not remember anything else that had happened.

[reverseblackholeofwords]

Markiplier Manor (pt. 11)

The Doctor’s Mistake

    Doc sees Amy laying there in the light coming in through the window and smiles. He worried so much after he woke up, knowing that something had happend to her and he couldn’t do anything to stop it. She smiles up at him and motions for him to come closer.

     He sits down on the bed beside Amy as the dogs both crowd around him, sniffing at him curiously. Chica boofs up at him, certain that this should be Dad, but Dad was just wearing different clothes. And this Dad smells different for some reason. Henry just wants to get onto the bed with Mom, but he knows he’s not allowed. Doc laughs at the two distressed pups but then turns back to Amy, pulling a penlight from his bag to check her pupils.

    After a quick assessment, he nods, face somber as he realizes that his guess was right. “Just as I thought, no concussion. I knew Dark was lying to me.”

    Amy’s face falls in confusion, and then she raises an eyebrow. “Doc? Is something wrong?”

    Doc glances towards the door and motions with his hand for Amy to keep her voice down. “Do you remember what happened to you? Just before you lost consciousness?”

    Amy furrows her brow and searches her brain, but she can’t seem to find the memory of what happened. She shakes her head. “No, I can’t remember. Why?”

    Chica boofs at Doc again, and he jumps a little but smiles at the dog kindly and pets her. Then to Amy, he whispers, “Dark told Mark that you fell, but you didn’t. He tried to erase my memory of it, too, but I’ve learned how to keep him out of my head.” He takes Amy’s hand. It’s warm against his cold fingers and a comfort to know that she’s alright. “Dark attacked you, Amy. He’s hiding something from us, a strange mirror.”

    Amy burrows deeper under the covers, pulling them up over her shoulders as she leans closer to the Doctor and hugs her knees to her chest. “Are you sure?”

    Doc nods and glances again towards the door, almost as if he expects Dark to walk in at any moment. “I’m sure of it. I was there.”

    “He didn’t hurt you, did he?” Amy gasps suddenly, squeezing Doc’s hand, and Dr. Iplier shakes his head. Amy relaxes her shoulders a little. “Oh, good, but now what do we do? We can’t let Dark know that you still remember. Why would he try to hide this from us anyway?”

    Doc rubs his hand on his chin and sighs. “I don’t know, this doesn’t seem quite right. Dark never even goes inside the library that I know of, but…”

    Amy tilts her head to the side. Doc isn’t looking at her again, avoiding her gaze like he did on that first day they met. “Doc, what are you thinking? Who else would go into the library?”

    “The Host,” Doc whispers, his gaze still far away, like he’s looking into his memories. “The Host is the only one I’ve ever seen going in or out of the library, and he and Dark have an interesting sort of business relationship. They hate each other, but for some reason, they work together.” Finally he turns his head to look at Amy again. “Amy, I think you need to stay out of this one. Rest here with Mark where you’re safe, and let me see what I can find out about that mirror, okay?”

    “No! I’m going with you!” Amy demands. She starts to throw the covers off of her, but Doc puts his hands on her shoulders and holds her back.

    “Please, Amy.” He’s looking deep into her eyes again, and again, she can see that war of emotions going on inside of him. Amy nods and leans back into her pillows. Doc relaxes with a relieved sigh and gathers his things again. “Thank you.” He squeezes her hand one last time and then gets up. “I’ll come back and let you know what I find out just as soon as I can, okay?”

    Amy tries not to let her face betray how worried she is for him, and instead she smiles and reaches a hand down to pet Henry’s head. “Take care, Doc.”

    He backs into the door and opens it without turning away from her. “Get better soon, Amy.” When he does turn away and close the door behind him, Dark and Mark are waiting for him. It seems they were having a very cordial chat which doesn’t make sense to the Doctor, but rather than questioning it, he just smiles and nods. “She should be just fine. Let her rest for this afternoon, and when she wakes up, make sure she drinks lots of water.”

    Mark’s shoulders drop a little as the news takes a weight off of his chest. “Good! I was so worried.” He steps towards the bedroom again, unsure of what to do with his guests, but Dark solves the problem by bowing at the hip and muttering a good-bye before turning and expecting Doc to follow him.

    The Doctor gives Mark a final apologetic smile and then scurries after Dark who puts his hand on Doc’s arm and magically teleports them back to the manor in a stream of viscous black fluid that leaves the Doctor feeling nauseous. Dark steps past him, heading for his study and leaving Doc to deal with the motion sickness on his own. Once Doc has regained his composure, he leans against the wall for a moment. When Dark’s footsteps fade, Doc goes to the Host’s room.

    Outside the door, he pauses, suddenly struck with fear. He can hear the Host’s gentle voice on the other side of the door, but rather than calming his nerves, the voice only serves to make the Doctor even more nervous. Then he reaches forward and knocks.

    There’s a pause, the voice goes quiet. The door springs open suddenly, a hand reaches out, and drags Doc inside. Shutting the door and locking it quickly, the Host mutters, “Dr. Iplier should not be here right now. Dark will suspect that the Doctor is somehow able to remember what happened if he finds him here.”

    Doc notices that the Host is already tapping on his leg, and he puts a hand on Host’s shoulder to try to calm him. “If you wanted me to stay ignorant to yours and Dark’s schemes, you shouldn’t have taught me how to keep Dark from erasing my memories.”

    The Host grits his teeth and steps away from the Doctor, averse to the touch of Doc’s hand on his shoulder. “The Host wishes that he hadn’t.”

    “Well, we all wish things, don’t we?” Doc’s voice is bitter, but he’s determined not to run away from the Host again. “Now, you’re going to tell me what’s going on here, or I’ll go straight to Mark and tell him everything I know. And I do mean everything.”

    The Host grips his hands into fists at his sides as anger mounts inside his gut. “The Doctor is going to regret doing this.”

[falseroar]

Broken Memories Part 4: Bless the Rains

((I have no explanation for the title of this part. So, here’s a link to the first part of the series, Part 1: Deal with the Devil, and to Part 3: Dude! Bro! instead.))

You took your time at the water fountain, making sure Henry had enough to drink from the spout for dogs before taking a long drink and then splashing the water on your face and the back of your neck. The droplets dripped down your back, the chill far too short in the summer heat but enough to make you feel a little better.

How could you have mistaken Bing for Mark? Sure, they had the exact same face and it wouldn’t have been the first time you mistook one of the egos when they were out of their usual attire (the King of the Squirrels had been politely confused at the time, but the Host sure got a laugh out of that one), but this was different. For that moment, it wasn’t just Bing’s name that you’d forgotten.

Henry leaned against your legs and you knelt down to scratch behind his ears.

“Hey, buddy,” you said softly. “Want some more water?”

Henry looked at you and then went straight for your backpack, sniffing at one corner.

“If you want treats you’re going to have to sit for them,” you said, already fishing one out. You’d promised Amy to keep up the training when you were with Henry.

The dog actually huffed at you, but he knew how this worked by now. You were just trying to bribe him into lying down and rolling over when you heard a familiar voice coming from somewhere up above, on the other side of the water fountain.

“The sun beat down like a hammer, nailing every poor slob fool enough to be out in the LA heat, and I was the biggest fool of them all. The hounds were out to play, and I was the fox in the middle of it all with no sign of a hen house. It was just me and my slim leads to guide me like marked trees to—”

“Abe?” You stood up in time to see the detective jump, his hand reaching for the firearm at his side out of reflex before he recognized you.

“Y/N?! What are you doing here?”

“I’m here with Henry and Chica,” you said, gesturing down at Henry who was currently trying to hide behind your legs. When the detective narrowed his eyes, you added, “Mark and Amy’s dogs. We decided to take them out for a while.”

Abe was still staring at you like something just didn’t click.

“Abe, this dog park is just down the road, we come here all the time. What are you doing here?”

“I’m on a case, of course,” Abe said. He pulled off his hat to brush some sweat off of his forehead and then after a moment of thought stuck his head under the water faucet and let it run for several seconds. He coughed and sputtered a little when he was done but smiled at you. “If you’ve got some free time, I could use a partner.”

“Well, I’m here with Chase and Bing but if I could help,” you said, finishing with a shrug. “What kind of case is it?”

Abe pressed his lips together and nodded a bit as if running through what he was about to say. “It’s…a long story. The important thing is, if you spot a poodle about yeah big, let me know.”

“A poodle? This isn’t another kidnapped dog thing, is it?”

“What? No, no, he just might have a couple of precious jewels in his collar, that’s all.” He caught your expression as you tried to figure out which question to even start with. “Like I said, long story. You say you know this park. Where would the fancy, purebred dogs hang out?”

“It’s a dog park, so wherever they feel like going?” You looked over your shoulder and saw that Bing and Chase were running around with Chica, and Henry seemed content enough to follow you around as long as you had those treats. “This place isn’t that big, we could probably just walk around it. Do you know what the owner looks like?”

“That would have been a great thing to find out when I was hiding the jewels in that collar,” Abe admitted. “Maybe if I’d had my partner with me…”

“Seriously, what the heck do you do when I’m not around?” you asked and found yourself laughing more than anything as the two of you walked around the park, Henry occasionally straying away to sniff at a suspicious tree or one of the more laid-back dogs before running to catch up.

It was in a quiet moment, as the trail you were following wound around in the shade of the trees, that Abe asked, “What about you? How are you doing?”

Almost immediately you thought of the nightmares that were making it almost impossible to get through an entire night, the vision of the door at the house opening when you hugged Mark earlier, and then there was that moment of confusion earlier, that memory blank that hit you out of nowhere.

“Uh…” You didn’t even know where to start, and Abe’s suspicious stare was back before you spoke. “Is that the poodle you were talking about?”

Abe’s head whipped around and then he was running, yelling back over his shoulder at you to cover him, from what you weren’t sure, but the chase went on for far too long as man and dog went around in a circle, the dog darting out of the way every time the Detective took a dive for him. Both were panting hard by the time you stepped in with one of Henry’s treats. While you gained a best friend for the half a second it took the poodle to wolf down the treat and Henry gave you the look of utmost betrayal, Abe pulled the dog’s collar off and swapped it with an identical one from his pocket.

“Whoo!” Abe laughed once and then flopped down onto the grass, his arms spread out and his chest heaving from the effort. Almost immediately he was surrounded by canines and his hand shot up out of the mass of fur. “Partner? Some help?”

“Nah,” you said but gave him a hand up. “So, are you going to tell me what’s going on now?”

“Nah,” Abe said with a wink. That didn’t stop him from praising you to Bing and Chase when you finally rejoined them back at the benches, where Bing was reattaching his arm for at least the second time today.

“Uh, guys?” As great as this was, you felt like you needed to say something when you spotted the stares some of the other people were giving you and Abe now. “I think now might be a good time to head back.”

Abe caught the stares and seconded that. Fortunately, Chica was just tired enough to come at the first call of her name so you were all on your way out of the park by the time anyone had talked themselves into coming over or reporting you. The four of you piled into the Detective’s car with the two dogs, making for a tight fit as Abe peeled out of the parking lot and straight into a traffic jam.

Chase looked over his shoulder from the front seat and asked, “Is this a normal thing for you guys?”

You looked at Bing and the Detective and then just shrugged. “It’s not the weirdest trip to the dog park I’ve had. Honestly, I’m surprised they don’t have Mark’s face on a poster around there after what happened last time.”

Abe’s eyes narrowed in the reflection from the rear view mirror as he looked back at you. “What do you people do when I’m not around?”

Abe drove you all back to Mark’s house on his way to take care of the rest of his case, but while Chase, Bing, and the dogs clambered out of the car he turned around and caught your arm before you could open your door.

“You never answered me before,” he said, but his voice came at a distance and was fading with every word. “How are you doing?”

You saw the door again, back at Markiplier’s old house. You could hear the Detective’s voice, coming from behind you now. The door started to open again, but when you blinked the scene changed, your hand still outstretched but instead of toward the door handle you were about to touch a mirror. A mirror that showed your reflection and, standing just behind you, Darkiplier. His reflection moved and you felt the weight of a hand on your shoulder as he smiled at you.

“Y/N?” Abe was halfway out of the driver seat now, one hand on your shoulder as he shook you a little. “What’s going on? Are you okay?”

“Y-yeah, I—” You stopped yourself and swallowed. It took everything you had not to push his hand away after what you just saw. “I don’t know…Abe, you saw the house after it was burned down, right?”

He didn’t even have to ask which house you meant. He just nodded, watching you carefully.

“It’s definitely gone, there’s nothing there,” you said. It wasn’t even a question, just a hope that he would say yes and that would be it.

“Well, Tyler and that crazy Chef did a great job, if that’s what you’re asking,” the Detective said, trying to sound lighthearted but not really managing it. “There was barely anything left by the time the fire was through with the place.”

“Barely anything?”

“The place was made out of stone, at least on the outside,” Abe pointed out. “But most of the inside was torched, along with a lot of the roof. The main part of the mansion is almost completely gone.”

“The main part,” you repeated. “What about the upper floors, near the back?”

You were looking for it and you saw the hesitation cross the Detective’s face before his confidence slid back into place.

“That place is gone, Partner. You don’t have to worry about it anymore.” He squeezed your shoulder, gently. “Is that what’s bothering you?”

“I can’t get it out of my head,” you admitted, feeling the corners of your eyes prickle at the words and everything else you couldn’t even begin to explain. The nightmares by themselves hurt to think about just because you knew how real they were. All of those years trapped alone in that house, the one set of memories you would be more than happy to get rid of.

Abe’s phone began to play “Africa” somewhere in his pocket, but he didn’t break eye contact with you as he said, “I’m here if you need me, Partner. Anytime, any reason, you can call me. You know that, right?”

You nodded and he pulled you in for a hug which was thankfully not accompanied by any kind of visions or memories. Just Danny from NSP singing his heart out.

“We’re never going to let that happen to you again,” he said, his voice muffled next to your ear, the moment only slightly ruined when his phone hit the chorus and it was all you could do not to laugh. “Don’t you dare laugh, it’s a great song!”

A minute later you climbed out of the car while Abe reassured what you assumed to be his client that he was on his way. He’d made you promise to call him later, and dropped more than one hint about potential future cases.

It was enough to make you feel a little better. Something you desperately needed just before you walked into Mark’s house and found the fire alarm going off while smoke came pouring out of the garage. By the time you got there the fire was mostly out, the van mostly intact, and Google mostly polite as he reminded you that you did not have the permissions to be asking questions like, “What’s going on?” or “Who started this fire?” or “Why? Just, why?”

((End of Part 4. Thank you for reading! ...I don’t know, I just thought what would be a funny ring tone for the Detective to have, and immediately Jack singing Africa popped into my head. *shrugs*

Link to Part 5: Just Dessert

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