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heartofwritiing · 5 years ago

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Paring(s): slight!Actor!Mark x fem!reader, Darkiplier x fem!reader

a/n: #16 from this prompt list. “All he ever did was use you. Why can’t you see that? “

Ive changed this fic some many time and have been writing and editing it for WEEKS so here it is! Its really rough so please ignore any mistakes I had to edit this myself and If i missed something please just ignore it lol I just really wanted to get this out! This is my take on ending 31 from a heist with markiplier hope you enjoy!

this wasn’t requested Im just in a angsty mood :/

Warning(s): Angst, crying and more angst.

The last thing I remember was walking down a hallway of portraits of people whose eyes were covered with a stripe of black paint. I kept receiving messages from an unknown number and when I reached the end of the hall the last painting had Mark standing on a staircase in a red robe that started peeling away then my vision went black. I felt sick, my head was pounding with pain and my body felt heavy. I opened my eyes to more darkness and ringing in my ears. two arms engulfed me into an embrace. I tried pushing away but I was too weak. Their voice went through my ears making me wince.

“Name?”

The voice turned into a hushed whisper, my hearing started coming back slowly making everything sound muffled.

“Please, can you hear me?” the voice pleaded.

My eyes slowly lifted open revealing nothing and I began to panic. Was I dead? No, don’t be dumb Name. The person said my name again pulling me from my thoughts and the gears in my head began to turn. I looked up and wanted to cry. Damien?

“Damien,” I whispered.

“He’s here darling,” he said reaching his hand up to tuck a strand of my hair behind my ear, a gentle touch that made my cheeks warm up.

I was confused at his words and the way he had spoken, the tone of his voice seemed sad and hurt Dameins eyes searched mine. I had been quiet for a few minutes. I was trying to process how he was here.

“It's alright you're safe now” He smiles softly.

I think he could tell I was dazed and confused but what did he mean by safe? My head is aching, pounding pain shot through my brain as I tried to remember anything. This didn’t feel real and everything just felt hazy. It felt like a dream and I had to know if I was awake.

“Kiss me,” I blurt out.

He seems shocked for a second probably thinking this wasn’t this time nor place to do this but I needed to feel him.

“I need to know this isn’t a dream or some fantasy of mine,” I tell him.

Without another word, his hand reached down under my chin to tilt my head back up. His black soulless eyes connected with mine for a moment before he pressed his lips to mine. A knot formed in my stomach when he grabbed my hips bringing our bodies closer, my breath hitched, our lips brushing against each other made my head spin. I reached up to tug on his hair and he let out a breathy moan into my mouth. Pulling away our breaths mixed and his eyes were clouded with lust. This felt real. The feeling of his chilled lips was real. He was real.

“Did that feel like a dream?” He breathed out. God. Butterflies were punching the inside of my stomach trying to break free. If I had the physical strength to lean up on my toes to kiss him again I would. All I could muster was a little nod, he chuckled

“I’ve got to get you away from here,” he spoke after a minute.

Damien took my hand in his leading me through the nothingness and my mind began to race with questions. What was going on, I needed answers and I wasn't going to be pushed aside anymore. It has always been like this. I would forget everything and be dragged around by everyone and I was fed up with the games. I stopped and yanked my hand out of Damien’s grip. He turned to me, his face frowned pure confusion across his face.

“Name, I don’t have the time to explain-”

“No!” I shout. I was tired of being scared

“I want to know what's going on, no more lies or secrets Damien.” I was so frustrated, tears started welling up in my eyes.

Damien sighed, clenching his fists, trying to suppress his anger. He walked closer to me and placed his hands on the sides of my face and everything turned white. Flashes of people, memories flooded through seeing a mansion and then a group of people playing poker. the night of Mark’s poker game, things went horribly wrong. The whole event was a trap in order for him to get revenge. I died. He took over my body, throwing my soul into a mirror and prisoning me for a hundred years. until Mark had found me and erased my memories replacing them with one of me and him together. Lastly, I saw how Damien became this new form he called himself Dark and that Damien was gone forever but he still had his memories.

My vision returned to see Dark standing away from me now everything was coming back into my brain slowly. My mouth fell open and I remembered, Damien was the love of my life, and to hear that he was dead broke my heart. I started to cry again, grief, sadness, and anger rolled into one coming out as a sob. How could I forget?

“For all these years I thought you were gone,” His voice was trembling.

I stared at him as he stood a few feet away from me, tears rolled down his grey cheeks and onto his white suit.

“I never forgave myself for killing you,”

“I don’t understand why Mark would do all of this,” I said, but I understood it completely. I just didn’t want to accept the fact Mark became mad with jealousy and wanted to make William miserable.

“He’s our friend. Friends would never do anything like this,” my bottom lip started quivering.

“He wouldn’t, he-”

Dark said my name in a hushed whisper and grabbed my shoulders slightly causing me to look up at him as he began to speak.

“I know it’s hard to understand any of this but, he’s been manipulating you, Making you forget everything, Forget me.” He said. “Mark is not a good person and I have to get you away from him.”

I didn’t want to accept what Mark had done. Mark had been there for me when we were kids and always have been so close, I wanted to help him. Dark had explained that Mark’s mansion overtime began to host some sort of entity to put ideas into his head, and it conjured up this idea of getting all the people who wronged Mark together to get revenge. I wanted to help my friend even if he was being controlled. I could tell Dark was reading my thoughts. I could see it in his eyes, he clenched his jaw screwing his eyes shut.

He inhaled before he opened his mouth to speak.

“You’re not actually considering helping him.” His teeth grit. “After what he’s done, to you, to all of us.” His voice raises and the light around his form pules red. I try not to think about it, maybe it was just this place or my eyes tricking me.

“He’s our friend, Damien,” I plead.

His jaw clenched.

“That’s not my name anymore,” He said bitterly.

I was shocked at his words. He was angry with me, now I really knew Damien was gone.

“ALL HE EVER DID WAS USE YOU. WHY CAN’T YOU SEE THAT!?!” Dark yelled, suddenly gripping my arms harshly.

I jumped, the whole area around us shakes and feels like it's cracking, falling apart at his outburst. Darks aura was buzzing and glowing red showing off his anger and frustration. After a moment his body relaxed and his shoulders dropped, he mumbled an apology I barely heard and stood up straight. Dark struggled to stand when he fell backward suddenly, I grabbed his hands so he didn’t hit the ground trying to keep him on his feet but something was pulling to let my grip go.

I squeaked when Dark fell back and yanked me with him, his back hit the floor with a thud that echoed and our chests collided. I groaned and slowly sat up on his thighs our hands still laced together as he sat up

“Its Mark, he knows I’m with you,” His eyes stared into mine and I could’ve sworn for a moment that they shifted into a dark brown color. My heart swelled thinking that those were Damiens eyes looking through. “He’s trying to separate us again.”

“I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry,” he spoke in a regretful tone. “This is the only way I’ll ever be able to see you again,” Dark lifted his hands to the sides of my head again, his eyelids closing in concentration. I was bracing myself for what was about to happen and soon sleep began to take over my body and my eyes fell closed.

Dark cradled a unconscious Name against his chest stroking her hair every few seconds. He knew it made her calm even if she wasn’t conscious, he knew she could feel his presence and the feeling of his fingers in her hair. He sat there in the darkness like for the past hundred years being stuck in his own head. Names body began to disappear and Dark was alone; she was with Mark now and would be until he found her again. And could finally take her to a safe place forever. He looked up into the void, praying she would be safe soon.

I stood in front of the museum beside Mark yawning and trying to fight my eyes shutting. I looked down at my timer watch and the numbers 2:30 am looked back at me. I looked down at my satchel and belt making sure I had all my tools and my grappling hook was secured to my hip. I sighed before turning to Mark to see him checking his equipment as well.

“Why are we doing this again?” I ask.

Mark’s head lifts to catch my eyes for a second then going back down.

“You said you wanted to go on another adventure right?” He reminds me.

A heist at almost three in the morning when I should have been asleep was not what I meant by going on a crazy adventurer. Going on a trip to Europe like we’ve always talked about maybe but not the local museum in the town we lived in. Mark said that what we were stealing had some importance to it so I was willing to help my friend out.

“Yeah but I’m tired, you should have at least made me coffee before we left so I could actually function.” I scowl. He shakes his head and laughs.

Mark takes his grappling hook off his belt and walks towards the brick building raising his arm he pulls the trigger and the hook goes flying up and catching the ledge of the roof. I do the same and we both walk up the side of the building tiring to be as quiet as possible walking to a small open vent that leads into the museum. I follow Mark’s lead and begin to think this was a bad idea and should’ve kept my mouth shut last week but continued.

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surveys-at-your-service · 4 years ago

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Survey #298

“i don’t like what i am becoming / wish i could just feel something”

Do you have sensitive skin? Very. Do you wear necklaces or earrings more? Just my tragus piercing, really. I only ever wear a necklace sometimes if I'm taking a "nice" picture. Rings or bracelets? I currently don't wear any bracelets, but I do always have one ring on. How many toilets are in your house? Two. Is your current crush younger than you? By just a couple years. Are you a lighter complexion than your father? Yes; he's very tan, especially his arms from being a mailman. Ranch or barbeque sunflower seeds? I don't like sunflower seeds. Do you know the first five books of the Bible in order? No. Do you have a pet fish? Nah, they're not my thing. Do you believe being gay is a choice or a "disorder"? Neither; I believe it's a genetic mutation. It defies biology and the very motive for life, but I always say that a mutation does not, in any way, equate to "wrong." I am extremely adamantly pro-gay rights and bisexual myself, so I can't shit-talk it. What are some of your favourite sounds? Crunching leaves, rain gently tapping on windows, windchimes, birdsong... mainly nature sounds. There are others, I'm just blanking right now. Are you a warm weather or cold weather person? Cold, 100%. What time do you wake up? What for? This spans over a massive gap, honestly... I can wake up as early as 5 or as late as 9:30. Most often, it's pretty early, and I call that my "trial" of being awake, lol... because I will almost without fail go back to sleep for a couple more hours. Hell, that happens even if I sleep on the later side. Do you ever listen to music to fall asleep to? I used to do that in middle and maybe some of high school, I think; I'd fall asleep with my iPod on and earbuds in. I haven't done that in a very long time, though. Could you spend the rest of your life with someone who had bad taste in music? ... Yes? Their taste in music has nothing to do with them as a person???? Do you still talk to the person you fell hardest for? No, and it's best I don't. Have you ever wanted to get drunk and get your mind off everything? Yes, and that's how I found out I'm far from a lightweight. I wasn't going to drink more than I actually wanted to drink just to get wasted. Did you love playing hide and seek as a kid? Yeah. Who is the last child you held? My youngest niece. Have you ever woken up not knowing where you were? Maybe for a few moments after my surgery? I don't really recall. When is the last time you made the wrong choice in anything? Every fucking day when I decide what to do with my time. What is the most interesting thing in the room you are in? My snake, I guess. She's a champagne morph ball python. When washing your hands, do you wet your hands or put soap on first? I put on soap first. When was the hardest you ever cried? What was the circumstance? Probably when Mom literally dragged me home after I tried to walk to Jason's to talk the night of the breakup. I lost my fucking mind. Which gift cards do you have in your wallet? I don't think I have any. Coke or Pepsi? Coke. I hate Pepsi. What is better: cute smile, or amazing eyes? A cute smile. What song are you listening to? "Drilled a Wire Through My Cheek" by Blue October is on currently. Name your best friend(s): Sara. Do you know any mechanical stuff about cars? Nope. Last night you felt? I wasn't suicidal, but still kinda wanted to die lmao. Do you still watch Disney channel? No. How do you like your eggs? I only enjoy them scrambled, and preferably with cheese. What’s your all-time favorite song? "False Flags" by Massive Attack. If you could be any TV character, who would you be and why? Idk, I don't watch TV enough. Maybe Donna from That '70s Show. Very strong and independent, outspoken, and not to mention she has great taste. I find her to be a good female character to look up to. Do you ever come up with really good ideas for stories or movies? Do you do anything with them? Yeah; I'll try to integrate them into RP characters and plots. What sort of things do you post on your Tumblr? Vintage photos, screen caps, girly things? It's a Markiplier cesspit lmao. Sometimes I'll reblog shit I find funny. I've been very inactive on it, though. Have you ever had a dream that you couldn’t shake, even for days after you woke up? Oh yes. When was the last time you felt like a nuisance, or unwanted? Recently, I'm sure. When was the last time your dreams were crushed, or at least hindered? I dunno. How’s school going? I'm not in school. Are you angry at anyone right now? Myself. The last person to say they loved you? Mom. When is the last time you laughed hard? Hard? I'm really not sure. Are there any words on your shirt? No, it's just a blank black tank. Does it take a lot to make you cry? NOPE. Do you tell your parents everything? No. Do you get bored easily? I'm bored to the point of thinking being dead would be more fun at some point almost every day. I have anhedonia badly. I'm honestly starting to think I've over-medicated to a numbing degree so am trying to wean off some things. Have you ever burned someone's picture? No. How long was your last nap? Maybe three hours? I was really, really tired, though. Can you name the last time you felt happy? Probably when Sara and I talk-talked for the first time in a while. When was the last time you played with sidewalk chalk? Oh, I have zero clue. Probably not since I was a kid. Do you have friends obsessed with World of Warcraft? Bro wtf don't @ me. Have you ever punched a hole in the wall? No. Have you ever told someone you hated them? The only time I've seriously said that was to my dad before we reconciled after the divorce. What was the color of the bridesmaid dresses of the last wedding you went to? I actually don't remember... Favorite thing to do on Facebook? See The Memes. Do you wear flip flops, regardless of weather, all the time? I SAID don't @ me. What is in store for your future? I both do and don't want to know. Have you ever seen a live bat? Yeah. I adore bats. Do you chew on straws? No. Do you have any trophies? Yeah. Who’s the last person that creeped you out? Some guy who walked into the store I was at with Mom, continuously looking back and forth. Would you believe an ex if she/he said they love you? Well, that would depend on the person. Have you ever been kissed in the rain? Yeah. Anything exciting happening soon? My half-sister and her kids are visiting tomorrow and staying for a few days. It's a surprise for Mom. Do you keep a diary or journal (offline or online)? You could say these surveys kinda are. I don't have a designated "diary," though. When was the last time you took a painkiller? What was it for and did it work? I had womanly issues a few days back, and yeah, it helped. Have you ever had to go and rescue someone because their car broke down? When was the last time that happened? I mean, I've driven /with/ Mom to do so. I myself don't drive. What’s one sweet/candy you miss from your childhood? Is this item something you can still buy or has it been discontinued? Y'all remember Baby Bottle Pops??? 'Cuz I do, and I love those fuckin things. I still see them sometimes in gas stations. When was the last time you used some kind of moisturiser? A few days back for my hands. They were painfully dry. If you’re under lockdown/stay at home orders at the moment, are you struggling or managing okay? A bitch is s t r u g g l i n g. Has anything positive come out of the pandemic for you? Fuck no. Do you wear a watch? Is it analogue/digital? Does it it have things like a step-counter in it? No. Do you have any gifts from Christmas that you still haven’t opened or used? Not used, yes. Well, then some things are still in their boxes, but they're unwrapped. Do you know how to tie a tie? If so, who taught you? No. Who was your last missed call from? Did you ring that person back? Some number I didn't recognize, so no. When was the last time you had some kind of problem with your internet connection? Is this something that happens often? A few days back. It has occasional instances where it'll go out but come back on shortly. Do you have a favourite celebrity chef? No. Do you prefer pizza or pasta? Pizza. Have you ever volunteered anywhere before? What was the reason behind doing so? Once at PetSmart when they had dogs to adopt out, which was for school volunteer hours. I spent time with them, giving them attention and taking them outside. I also had two other animal-related volunteer days, but each was only a few hours because my fucking weak-ass body couldn't handle them. Have you ever been truly obsessed with something? What was it and how did you come to feel that way? I have an incredibly obsessive personality; I could probably name near on a dozen or so things I've been genuinely obsessed with. I don't know what it means to love in moderation. Some are/were pleasant obsessions, some aren't/weren't. Does it bother you when people turn up at your house without asking or waiting to be invited? Yes. Are you taller or shorter than average height? I'm the average for an American woman. Do you have any family members whose beliefs or ways of life completely embarrass you? YUP YUP YUP YUP. Are you scared of heights? Yes. When was the last time you lost something of great sentimental value? Did you ever end up finding it again? I don't know. Have you ever injured anyone in self-defense? No. What food do you find to be the most filling? Is this something you eat a lot of? In relation to its portion sizes, oatmeal or eggs. I can't have a whole lot of either. I wouldn't say I eat either a lot, but oatmeal is more common. Have you ever heard people talking badly about you behind your back? Did you confront them about it? Yes, and in at least two instances. Do you consider “home” to be the place you were born, or is it somewhere you create for yourself? I consider it to be my childhood home; not the one I was actually born in, but only because I was way too young to remember and we only lived there like, maybe two years into my life. Have you ever experienced having to leave your home due to a fire, or due to the threat of fire? No, thankfully. When was the last time you felt you were in a dangerous situation? When we had a serious tornado warning Christmas Eve. Yes. In winter. Are there any superstitions that you believe in? Which ones and what are your reasons for doing so? No. Are there any series of books/films that you never finished - either because you got bored of waiting or just lost interest? Oh, I'm sure. I Wouldn't say I lost interest in a lot though, I just wasn't interested enough, like for The Hunger Games. Which theme park is your favorite? I haven't been to nearly enough to know. Like, just one. Do you eat healthy? I try to be, at least. Though I've been doing very poorly about it lately because I'm a emotional goddamn eater and am having a very hard time. Do/did your parents fight often? They're divorced for a reason. Do YOU fight with them often? No. Would you say that you're respectful? I hope so. Are you a fan of Green Day? Yeah, I love them. Would you rather have 4 kids at one time or never have a kid? Jesus Christ, never. I don't want any anyway. Do you think 'friends with benefits' relationships really ever work? No. Do you or have you ever known a drug addict? Yes. Do you turn off the water while brushing your teeth or leave it on? I always turn it off. No reason to waste it. Do you have any nieces or nephews? Lots, if you include my half-siblings. Are caterpillars more cute or disgusting? I tend to find them cute. What's your homepage when you bring up the internet? Google. Was the last book you read for fun or was it for some type of assignment? It was for fun. Have you ever dated someone you met online? Yes. Would you go on a date with someone right now if they asked? Depends on who's asking. Do you own any band tees? Oh, I have lots. Off the top of my head, some that I frequently wear are Metallica, Otep, and Korn. Do you know someone who wears a wig? No. Have you ever kissed someone under fireworks? I don't think so. What kind of dressing do you eat on your salad, if any? I strongly prefer the Olive Garden kind, but I also enjoy ranch. What genre of music do you listen to the most? Metal of some sort. Have you ever dated someone who was way overprotective of you? No. Do you personally know any cops? No. How many different colleges have you gone to? Three. How much stress can you handle? Not much at all. How confident are you in achieving your dreams? I ain't got the slightest clue by this point in my life. What is one thing you thought you’d never do but have done or are doing? There's a lot of things, most bad, some good. Do you have to take medication for any mental illness? A lot. Do you like looking at pictures? It depends on what's in them. Specifically pictures from my past, that's usually a big no. Do you believe the dead can have connections with the living? I guess in very vague ways. Which family member do you get along with the most? Well, define "get along with." I by far have the strongest relationship with my mom, but we fight sometimes. As for who I stay on the most stable ground with, that's probably my dad. Would you ever be able to become a vegan? I know I couldn't, but I'd love to. How did you meet your newest friend? Who even IS my newest friend... Have you ever watched the show Teen Mom? What did you think about it? No, and I think it's an awful fucking idea for a television show. Put a spotlight on and money into teen pregnancy, yeah, that's a genius plan. Are you old enough to remember MySpace? Yeah. Do you think you’ll be a good mother/father? I wouldn't be. Do you have trouble deleting your text messages? I don't need to. Is there something that you haven’t told anyone that you actually would like to tell someone? No. Have you ever been called a tease? Yeah. Do people ever make fun of your religion or lack thereof? No. Do you say/do things a lot for shock effect? No? What was the last compliment you gave a guy? I probably told my nephew Ryder he was a good brother. Was one of your grandpas in a war? Maybe? Idk. I never knew either well at all. Have you screamed in a pillow before? Yes. What do you like more, acoustic or electric? Electric. Have you ever ordered something off a commercial on television? No. What's worse, having someone mad or disappointed in you? Disappointed. Do you still consider Pluto a planet? Yes. Didn't they reinstate it as one, anyway? Right now, are you at a high, leveled, or low point? What's lower than "low?"

#survey #surveys #questions #questionnaire #lyrics: ''i am machine'' by three days grace

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isa-ghost · 5 years ago

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Achievements Unlocked?

The last decade has COMPLETELY shaped who I am now and the fact that it ends today and essentially sends me off into the next one where turning 30 is the end is something I can’t wrap my head around and not just bc it’s barely 9am as I’m writing it. Ten years hasn’t felt like ten years and all the shit that’s happened during those ten years feels like it’s happened in the last like,,, 3.

Basically this is just me going How The Fuck Did All Of This Happen In A Decade and highlighting the big things that shaped who I am now.

Uhhh this is long I’m gonna-

2010/2011 (Shit’s A Blur):

I started noticing aesthetic interests I had.

I developed my love for the outdoors and exploration.

I started realizing vaguely spooky things were really intriguing to me.

I got SUPER into Harry Potter.

Which lead to me creating my first two Ocs.

I started switching from drawing animals/landscapes to drawing people.

I made my first cluster of friends I hoped I’d have forever. (Spoiler alert: only still have one of em).

2012:

I started identifying with punk rock & emo culture/aesthetics.

I made my first cluster of online friends (Spoiler alert: don’t talk to any of em now)

I got into YouTubers.

I got into anime.

I made my first “blog.” It was a Facebook page for a fictional character.

I discovered my favorite band.

I made my first online friend I hoped I’d have forever (still have em so far!)

I met my future wife.

I started roleplaying with Ocs.

Which lead to making more.

I started drawing digitally using bases. Which started my improvement.

I made my own first little community via my FB page.

Which lead to an rp group of more friends I hoped I’d have forever (still got a handful of em!)

I discovered my other favorite bands.

I started using Skype.

I got into more anime.

My parents were officially fully separated.

Which began the very start of realizing my dad was verbally abusive.

Congrats Isa, You Need Glasses You Dumb Fuck. Hooray astigmatism.

I graduated 8th grade.

2013:

I was essentially forced to move in with my dad for high school.

I started high school.

Officially became total anime trash and started watching them like crazy.

I THINK I hit 100 Ocs at some point this year. Just kept makin them from here.

Met my first cluster of irl forever friends (spoiler alert: only have 1 now).

Learned having Ocs was Not Just An Isa Thing, Holy Shit I Thought I Was Just Weird.

Promptly fell in love with learning about other people’s Ocs.

Realized Wow, I Kinda Can’t Stand My Dad And I Don’t Trust Him.

Had my first boyfriend. *gag* He was nasty.

Experienced my first long distance relationship. It lasted 3 days.

2014/2015 (Shit’s Also Blurry):

Got another long distance boyfriend. First relationship I genuinely liked the person.

I realized talking multiple people through the lowest points of their lives and keeping them from harming themselves was a sign I should maybe get into psychology and do that as a job.

I started getting interested in researching mental disorders.

Realized Okay Yeah, I Lowkey Hate My Dad

Realized I had A Concerning Amount Of Symptoms Of Depression. Fuck.

Realized Huh, Girls Are Pretty Too,,,

My friend taught me about bi and pansexuality. Casually started identifying as pan. Didn’t know shit about LGBT+ stuff.

Was shown a video by my friend. Decided Wow I Really Like This Screaming Potato Guy.

Acquired one more forever friend I still have.

Got slapped in the face by Gravity Falls.

My mom moved out of the rural town I just spent the last like 8 Years Of My Own Character Development In, Dammit

I realized money and finances Fucking Sucks.

Had the,, probably worst year of my adolescence. Angry, depressed, sick of my dad. It was Not Great. Almost started self-harming, only didn’t because I’d be a hypocrite if I did after helping my friends stop doing it.

Homestuck invaded my life around here I think.

Decided I’m Gonna Live With My Online Friends One Day! (spoiler alert: nope).

Was kinda forced by my dad to move out of the apartment I lived in and therefore forced to transfer schools.

Got to meet my future wife irl for the first time. Wow that was,, so gay before we even realized.

Okay Hold On, This New School Is,,, Really Nice.

2016:

New school. New me. New friends. New everything. Fuckity shit fuck.

Okay wait they have an anime club like my other school did we good.

Met another two forever friends that I think really are forever friends now.

Angry Shitty Depression Time Died Down A Little.

Somehow learned about evilsonas. Huh, Does Jack Have One? ... Ok Cool, They’re All People’s Ocs. Meh.

Started learning how to drive. Oh My God This Is Fun.

Lost my second ever pet and was... very confused when I wasn’t as traumatized as I was the first time I lost a pet.

Boyfriend kinda Thanos snapped from existence bc his irl life was hectic.

Experienced what it’s like to have a friend that died.

Wow my irl best friend is hot. ... Okay I Think Boyfriend’s Absence Is Bothering Me. *proceeds to ignore that*

Gets into some more bands.

Knock Knock, You Have Separation Anxiety, Isa.

Finally decided to try out high school things like homecoming. Ooh That Was Actually Fun.

The beginning of the worst end to a friendship I’ve ever had starts. Not Handling It Well.

Discovered Fooster. Cue hyperfixation on new favorite YouTuber and more new friends.

Wait What The Fuck What Just Happened To Jack’s Camera,,,, OH MY GOD HE ISN’T-

HE IS. OH FUCK HE IS. MMMMHELLO KNIFE MAN.

Totally forgets he exists for the next like 10 months.

Realization I Really Fucking Love Halloween.

Discovered what asexuality is and immediately identifies because I thought I was just weird.

Hmm maybe I should start watching this Markiplier guy

Big Sad Times, My Friends Graduated. Next Year Gonna SUCK.

Tried out Dungeons & Dragons. Fuckin loved it.

2017:

Ah fuck I’m a senior in high school this is gonna be a trip.

Discovered I like photography.

Literally where did this school year go it’s so blurry.

Was convinced to end the relationship with boyfriend. He’s still a good bean.

Hey uhhhh online best friend do u big gay.

WE big gay.

Found a book I really like that isn’t Harry Potter, damn it’s about time.

Ok But This Book Really Fucked Me Up, I Love It.

OH FUCK WAIT I’M GRADUATING HIGH SCHOOL.

Oh that wasn’t so bad.

Actually had to be PUSHED by my friends to have my first kiss with my girlfriend at my graduation party because I was too busy going [dkasjdjf] about having her physically in my presence at all.

First super memorable vacation. Wow I Fucking Love Traveling.

Got to meet another online friend!! I am,, incredibly lucky about being able to do that, this was like the 4th friend I got to meet.

[That one motion blur conspiracy theorist meme] SABRINA IM TELLING U JACK IS UP TO SOMETHING HIS TWITTER IS FUCKY

Gets punched in the throat with Kill Jacksepticeye on the way home from vacation and remembers how much I fucking love Anti

TIME FOR COLLEGE. I made a mistake.

TIME FOR COMMUNITY COLLEGE. Much Better.

Friend I Still Have From High School 1/2 introduced me to Bendy and the Ink Machine. HYPERFIXATION TIME BABEY.

Let’s,,, lets try Tumblr. Jack exists there a lot. And so does good art of everything I’m interested in.

Wait Who’s This Baby With The Mustache, JACK EXPLAIN

Okay there’s More Going On Here, lets get active in the community.

WHY THE FUCK IS THERE SECURITY FOOTAGE. THIS IS SKETCH. THIS ISOH MOTHERFUCKER ITS ANTI

Isa: Become Theorist

The rest is history, really, all stuff I’ve posted about on here. xD

And knowing me I’ve left out other highlighted bits but remembering all of this is,,, really exhausting lmao, I’m surprised I jotted down as much as I did in Relatively Chronological Order.

#happy 2020 new year

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sevenpeaches · 6 years ago

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About Me Tag

Tagged by the ahga-wife @riceeater22 💜

The rules are:

Tag the person who tagged you

Answer the questions.

Tag 10 people

How tall are you?

5′7 (170 cm)

What color and style is your hair?

Brown with natural highlights that look... copper-ish? in the sun. I dunno, boring old brown. Right now, it’s about shoulder length and messy wavy unless I straighten it.

What color are your eyes?

Hazel?

Do you wear glasses?

Rarely. I wear contacts primarily and only wear my glasses if I’m being lazy and don’t want to put contacts in. I need new glasses tbh, the ones I have are from middle school and look quite dumb on me.

Do you wear braces?

No, my bottom row of teeth could use them though

What is your fashion style?

Ah, how to answer this.. Most of what I currently wear doesn’t reflect my actual style, because I’m too broke to afford what I want (rip). My fashion style depends on the day/my mood. It ranges from cutesy/girly, to athletic wear, rocker chick vibe, chic and preppy, and straight up comfortable hobo. So I suppose my fashion sense is versatile

Full name?

Mina Peaches, Princess of Contradictions, Mother of Cats, Breaker of Hearts, etc etc I’m not giving my full name.

When were you born?

February 24th, 1995

Where are you from and where do you live now?

The US -- New England (any got7 fans around me? No one likes kpop here, come be my friend)

What school do you go to?

I don’t anymore~ all graduated

What kind of student are you?

The one that never shows up to class, yet aces it. Don’t hate me, I put a lot more stress on myself than necessary this way. I procrastinate too much, but absolutely can’t stand not doing well in school. So, I study last minute, write papers last minute, stay up all night the night before something is due. And then I’m all Squidward meme of him looking like hell handing in his work. I used to be the student that wouldn’t study at all, but would still get straight A’s -- until I started going to my last Uni, where classes were actually difficult and I needed to learn how to study properly asap.

Do you like school?

I love learning new things, but I don’t really like the way our education system goes about teaching us. They take out all of the curiosity and fun and just make it so stressful and expensive.

Favorite subject?

Hmm... science and english

Favorite TV show?

Ah so many? Game of Thrones, Grey’s Anatomy, Naruto, Weightlifting Fairy Kim Bok-joo, Dream Knight (had to), Real Got7, Real Thai, literally any show with Got7 or Got7 members in it (Mafia, He is Psychometric), The 100, and many more I can’t think of right now...

Favourite movie?

Just one? Since I can never pick favorites, here’s another list. Almost any Disney movie (specifically The Lion King, Mulan, The Aristocats, Atlantis, so much more). Your Name, The Princess Bride, The Money Pit, LOTR series and The Hobbit, Harry Potter movies, How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days, and more

Favorite books?

Let’s see... Honestly I read the hell out of the Warrior cats series when I was younger, judge me all you want -- I love that universe. A Thousand Splendid Suns by Khaled Hosseini, Where the Red Fern Grows by Wilson Rawls was the first book to break my little heart, Winterdance by Gary Paulsen, The Promise of Stardust by Priscille Sibley, Night World series by L.J. Smith, Halo by Alexandra Adornetto. A lot of young adult romance books from middle and highschool as well.

Favorite pastime?

Anything pertaining to Got7 (reading fics, watching content, writing fics, editing pics, gushing about them with others, loving them at all times), watching youtubers like Markiplier and Jacksepticeye. Reading, writing, video games sometimes, finding pretty places to explore in nature

Do you have any regrets?

I regret allowing others take advantage of me and my kindness, and of not putting myself first from the beginning. I regret some of my choices on who I let into my life.

Dream job?

A writer who lives somewhere surrounded by nature, forest or sea idk. Maybe a travel writer. I feel like I would’ve made a good youtuber or streamer, if I had started earlier, like right from the beginning of youtube with all the big name gamers.

Would you like to get married?

If it’s with the right person

Would you like to have kids?

Again, if it’s with the right person

How many?

2? Or maybe just cats. In which case, I’m not limiting how many

Do you like shopping?

Yes, but I’d like it more if I had money~

What countries have you visited?

I’ve never been out of my country. Help, I want to travel so bad

Scariest nightmare you have ever had?

Hm, I’ve had plenty of freaky ones... the most recent I can think of -- It was nighttime and I was in an unfamiliar house. The feeling of dread, tension, and terror was suffocating. I was hiding from... something. Some.. beast, was stalking me. It was like a weird hybrid of a werewolf, one of those deer skull creatures, and a human of some sort. And it was huge. I was sneaking around the house as quiet as I could, but since I didn’t know the house well... I turned a corner, and there it was. Thank goodness I can sometimes take control and lucid dream/wake myself up, because it was leaping for me and my subconscious was like NOPE and woke me tf up.

One that I had when I was a kid stuck with me forever. I was at a birthday party at this old mansion. There were so many kids there, my parents were there too, along with the parents of some of the other kids. We were all playing games and enjoying ourselves, and then we were gathered together while my dad brought the cake out. When I looked at the cake, I realized it was actually the head of some monster. I stepped back in shock, but as I looked around, I noticed that no one was fazed by this. Everyone was acting like it was a normal cake, like they couldn’t see what it really was. The moment my dad started to slice the ‘cake’ I had to get out of there.

So I started running through the halls, trying to find a way out. It became dark and impossible to know where I was. I rounded a corner and saw the silhouette of a woman. Her back was to me. I started to ask if she could help me, but as the words were leaving my mouth, she slowly turned around and severed her own head off. Her head bounced to my feet, eyes stuck open. Blood was spurting out of both her head and the neck of the body that was still standing for a moment too long before crashing to the floor, covering my poor traumatized ass in so much blood. I don’t remember after that, I think I woke up.

Since I’m already on a rant, I’ll just finish with saying that, as a kid, I used to get nightmares about tornadoes all the time. Even though I had never seen one in real life at the time, and I live in a relatively safe place from that kind of weather. And it was always in those dreams that I could not run fast to save my life. I hate those dreams, where your in dream body is as physically useless as your current sleeping body, you can’t move fast, your punches are weak as hell, sometimes you can’t open your eyes or stand. Lots of fun. Okay, rant over. Ask me about my dreams sometimes, they can be pretty cool.

Any enemies?

Honestly, I don’t think so. There’s a lot of people I don’t like, but people don’t tend to have a problem with me. Wanna be my arch nemesis?

Any significant others?

Nah

Do you believe in miracles?

Yes~ life is a miracle, Got7 is a miracle, Ahgase are miracles, the world shows us little miracles each day, even if we don’t recognize them.

How are you?

I’m better than I was earlier today. But now it’s late, and I can’t sleep. What else is new?

I’ll tag: @maddiekira @madeitwang @screechingaussie (only if you want~ 💌)

#tagged #aboutme #about

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reverseblackholeofwords · 6 years ago

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A Thanksgiving Goodbye

(I know its too early for this but i thought it was nescessary)

Wilford thought they should celebrate a real thanksgiving again. “Turkey and everything.” as he put it. And for once. Nobody protested. A strange melancholy hung over the room as they prepared. Talking about everything except the elephant in the room. Wilford, of course, was ecstatic, independent at last. It was up to them to make their own stories now, and yet the rest of them couldn’t help but miss her. The steady stream of fans in the lobby, the little writer upstairs brandishing her laptop and writing up their next big adventure. They tried not to think about it too much as they worked on their gigantic meal. This year, they were inviting everybody.

Wilford and Dark had extended the meeting table to be three times it’s original length and the Host spent three days in the kitchen, with Dr. Iplier popping in now and then to check that nothing was burning. Anti and his brothers were all tasked with sending out the invitations, a task that anti and Ollie enjoyed immensely, whipping out their best arts and crafts set and working on the perfect design.

When the day finally rolled around, the meeting room had been transformed into a huge dining room, with decorations, a checkered tablecloth, and ornamental vases of flowers from Bim’s garden decorating the table. There were three turkeys all together, spaced evenly along the ridiculously long table, paired with every thanksgiving food you could possibly imagine and many, many chairs.

“You sure we have enough chairs?”

Anti asked skeptically as he remembered the pile of invites he and Ollie had sent out the day before.

“More than enough.”The Host replied

“40 chairs, 39 invitations.”

Anti ended up getting more chairs anyways.

“Y, know, just in case.”

Guests started arriving at noon. The Markiplier Egos and Anti were already seated and talking when the rest of the Septics arrived at the feast. Chase’s eyes went wide at the array of food covering the table and JJ clapped his hands excitedly.

“Host, did you make all of zis?”

The Host smiled at himself as the five guests sat down at the table. Anti insisted the food stay untouched until everyone arrived, so instead, the egos talked to pass the time. There was enough of them to never allow a moment of silence.

“That. is the most ridiculous idea I have ever heard. And I live with Marvin.”

Jackieboyman said when Wilford told him about his brilliant plan for Markiplier TV 2.

Both Wilford and Marvin gave him a look of deep personal offense and Chase couldn’t stop himself from laughing.

Dark was talking to Bim in a low voice, complaining about his recent back pains, he believes were caused from falling off the catwalks during Wilford’s and Anti’s fight.

“Pipe it down Drama Queen, we all know you’re just old.”

Wilford retorted as he overheard the conversation.

Dark scowled at his comment and Wilford replied with a wide grin.

“He’s right you know,” Anti said.

“Wilford probably has a lot more damage from that fight than eyeliner over there.”

Wilford smirked at Anti while twirling a knife between his fingers

“You wish.”

“Come on Wilford you know I’m the stronger ego, lest we forget the first time we fought, where you just gave up…

“Like a wuss.” He added under his breath.

“Um, you weren’t exactly fighting fair.”

Bim reminded him. And I didn’t appreciate you using me as a puppet either.

Anti shrugged.

“A wins a win.”

“Insufferable children.”

Google whispered under his breath.

“Oh yeah?”

Wilford retorted indignantly,

“What’s your big accomplishment Tinman?”

“I remember when I was the one who had to drag Dark out of meeting rooms because everybody was too afraid to even look at him.”

Dark smirked at him.

“Okay Google, let us not forget how easy it was to exploit your programming.”

Google punched Dark playfully in the shoulder,

“We both know that doesn’t work on me anymore.”

“The Host would like to remind everybody that true pain has not been felt until you’ve been tasked with teaching a glitch how to time travel through a radio.”

Both Doc and Anti laughed when the door to the meeting room opened.

Mare, Sharper, and Phantom stood framed in the door, accompanied by Peevils and Mae.

“We got your… colorful invitations.”

Mare said from the door

“I only came for the food honestly:” Phantom added.

Sharper just waved happily at green as the three battle egos sat down next to the septics and started filling up their plates before Anti could stop them.

“Well.” Dr. Iplier looked down at his empty plate.

“We might as well start eating.”

Mae and Peevils looked down at the busy table as Wilford ceremoniously threw a knife at the biggest turkey in the room and people started piling food onto their plates.

“ We can leave if you want.” Mae offered as she saw Peevil’s unsure expression.

“…No, I don’t want to run away anymore.”

Starlight walked around the table and sat down next to Mare. Her eyes, meeting with Dark shortly. He wasn’t the man she’d come to love. not anymore, but he wasn’t the man she learned to hate either. Not really. Not anymore.

More people start coming once the meal had started. The Sanders sides joined them shortly afterward marveling at the feast in front of them, followed by PJ and Wiggles, who crashed through the lobby on a spaceship and spent the rest of the day promising to fix it after dinner. Having wiggles at the table was a little awkward for everything, including space and time, but it didn’t take him long to get into a heated argument with Wilford over the best Cotton Candy to stuff through a wormhole. As the ice between them started to break, the awkwardness was replaced by idle chatter and good food.

5 Chairs remain glaringly empty throughout dinner, and anti is left wondering if he somehow messed up the invitation when he hears a little knock on the door that is almost lost in the noise of the room. Anti glitches to the door, takes a deep breath and opens it. Jack stands behind the door and before he can say anything, Anti gives him a big hug.

“Thank you. Jack.”

“For what?” Jack asks, a little surprised by the sudden embrace.

“For coming.” Anti smiles at him and Jack smiles back as they both go to sit down.

Behind him stands a girl. Her golden hair replaced with chocolate, and yet she still shines as brightly as she did, the first time she had entered this building. The conversation slowly dies down as more people start to notice Amy and a strange hush falls over the room.

“Sorry We’re late.” she says, not meeting anybody’s gaze.

“Sorry.”

Behind her stands the rest of Teamiplier looking very nervous and perplexed. At the impossibly full room

“I bought muffins.” She says timidly, holding up a basket.

There’s an awkwardly long silence that everybody is too afraid to break, until one voice, pipes up from the back of the table.

“What kind?” The Host asks, a smile starting to creep up his face

Amy smiles back at him, removing the blanket from the basket.

“Blueberry, of course.”

“My Favorite.”

“Yeah, you’re favorite.”

“Well Are ya out or are ya in? Ya lettin’ a draft threw da door.”

Wiggles exclaimed grumpily. Uncomfortable by the sudden silence.

Amy, Mark and the rest of the team take the last available places, handing out the homemade muffins and digging into what remains of the turkey.

It’s not long after until dessert is properly served, sweet potato pie and apple strudel, filling the conference room with magical smells and small talk. Dark looks down at the full table. This was important to them. It was important to him too. Everybody is here now. Those who were here from the start to the finish, those that they found along the way. Even those that were only here for one short time in their life. Him, Wilford, Anti, Yandere, Bing, the Jims… Amy. All of them important. All of them with a part to play. He knew that this was it. No more stories, no more hardships. No more little writer upstairs, but looking at these people, his family, his friends, his enemies. He knew they would all be ok. Dark looked down at his dessert and dug in, raising his eyebrows at the peculiar taste.

Bittersweet.

He thought to himself.

(I would write “The End” here, but it’s not The End, it’s just goodbye.)

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jackandmarksavedme88 · 6 years ago

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Anything But Average

TW: Alludes to some violence. @weirdmixofweirdness i had a brain and thought: why not pull up desktop mode ONTHEFREAKINPHONE. DUH 😂🙈

Formatting sucks but. Yeah.

@ashphoenix06 @nekob00

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Chase sat at the bar, his second glass of whiskey in his hand. He didnt want to go home, JJ and Jackie would want him to talk. And he just didnt feel like talking now. Itd been so long since she left it seemed...but seeing her today, across the street, holding hands with some guy theyd gone to school with, it seemed she was his just yesterday.

"Oh suck it up. She didn't want you. Youre here drowning your sorrows, and shes onto the next dick..deal with it" he thought to himself, draining the glass and waving for another.

"Ya know. Thats the cheap crap. You really wanna get blasted theres better stuff.." The bartender said "Yeah well. Im just drinking. Not getting crazy."

His phone buzzed and he looked down, laughing to himself at the meme Jack had sent him. Then a text came through from Alison She was Jacks friend that had become close with the Septic guys over the last few years. Based in Texas in the US they didnt see her in person much, but Chase and her communicated almost daily

A:Heyyyy. Whats up?

C: *picture he took of Stacey and her boy toy* Thats a guy we went to school with 😑. They were 'friends'

A: Dude. Thats a downgrade. Although she was never good enough for you anyway. Only good thing was the kiddos

C:yeah. It still hurts like hell though.... I need to run away. Get out of here. Theyre going to her moms for a month or so for school holidays and i dont want to be here.

A:well. You could always come here? My Dad and step mom are leaving so i have my cabin on the ranch plus the main house to myself for like a month. You should come!

Chase sat and pondered this. Him go to Texas? With horses and a lake and a bunch of land to explore with fourwheelers....that sounded like heaven

C: Are you for real? Because i could seriously use that lol

The phone rang with Alisons ringtone "Hello?"

Alison: Hell yes im serious! Itd help me out because i don't really want to be by myself out here that long. And you sound like you could use it. Seriously. Fly in, ill come get you and we can tear some shit up

Chase laughed 'alright. Be careful what you ask for Allycat"

Her laugh echoed across the line "Ohhh im shaking Mr Brody. Figure out a flight and let me know!"

Chase told her ok and hung up with her, immediately finding a flight that left in a couple of days "I am outta here" he said

************* 'Wait. So youre going for a month??' Jackie said in shock , 'Just like that??' He was standing in the bedroom door watching Chase pack. He had to be at the airport in about 2 hours

"Yeah. I need to get outta my head and Ali offered. So Im going. I think it'll do me some good. She has a computer and Stacey said i could skype the kids, they wont be in town anyway... I just need this Jackie" The hero stared at him knowingly and then nodded 'ok. Just be careful.... Hey..She ever say anything to you about her going MIA a while back?'. Chase shook his head. Thats one thing he hoped to get out of her. Even Jack had tried to get her to tell him where she'd been, but no dice. 'Hm. Ok. Well, let us know when you get there man...'

Chase zipped his suitcase and grab his backpack and slung it over his shoulder. 'I will bro. Thanks for understanding' he hugged his brother hard and then grabbed the suitcase and left.

******* Chase sat in the passenger seat of the truck, still speechless at Alison's appearance. He was expecting the Alison hed seen two years ago; but shed been training and gained muscle and holy hell. She was dressed in cutoff red shorts and a sleeveless black shirt. When she ran up to him at the airport hed almost stepped on his own bottom jaw. Her auburn hair gleamed in the sun as she talked about everything she had planned for this weekend

"Uh...chase..you ok? Awful quiet there bud" she looked over at him. Chase shook his head to clear his brain 'yeah. Yeah im good.... Hey. You look incredible!"

Alisons face flushed 'aw. Thanks' she laughed. "So. Here we are" she pulled the truck up to a gate and punched in a code. As she drove onto the ranch Chase stared out the window.

'Holy hell Alison. This is gorgeous.' They drove for another fifteen minutes, passed the huge main house and pulled up to a log cabin.

'Alright. Let's go in.' She grinned and stepped out of the truck. Chase smiled and followed her. She walked up the steps and unlocked the door. As Chase walked in he laughed. A Sam pillow and Pink Mustache pillow decorated the couch on either end.

'Really Alison?' He said, picking up Septiceye Sam "Hey! Yes really!' She said laughing. 'Just because im friends with them doesnt mean im not going to buy their shit!' He shook his head, all awkwardness gone.

There was the Alison he knew, a goofball with an affinity for Markiplier and Jacksepticeye.

She walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge, pulling some steaks out. 'You hungry?' Chase nodded. 'Hell yes, ive been needin some of your cooking!' He said, his smile lighting his face. 'You know. Im gonna have to teach you how to cook Mr Brody.' She grinned at him. And he looked at her wide eyed "um..alison. You sure you wanna do that?' "Um. Yes" she said. Grinning at him. 'First lesson..music!' She pulled up an app on her phone and music began drifting through the room. Chase shook his head. Yep. Still Alison

****** Chase watched as Alison danced in place as she cut up some vegtables and potatoes. She was barefoot, singing along to the beginning notes of 'Small Town Boy' by Dustin Lynch, he smiled as he stood up from the barstool he was sitting on... Vegatables could wait He walked up behind her and took the knife from her hand, she turned to him 'what are you-?' Chase grabbed her hand and pulled her to the open kitchen floor and started dancing with her. She threw her head back and laughed as they swayed and Chase sang along

* I'm a dirt road in the headlights I'm a mama's boy, I'm a fist fight Kinda county line, kinda cold beer Little hat down, little John Deere I kinda give a damn I kinda don't care You see that girl standing right there She loves a small town boy like me She's my ride or die baby She's my cool, she's my crazy She's my laid back in the front seat She's my with me to the end girl My turn-it-up-to ten girl....* Alison laughed and sang with him. She was in trouble if her stomach and heart were going to continue playing Zoo escape with him here. Shed been friends with the guys a while. But this was out of left field. She hadnt expected her heart to try to beat its way out when she saw him standing there at the airport. His green hair had been replaced by a natural brown and his eyes shone as blue as ever. When he saw her and smiled as she started to run toward him for a hug, shed almost fallen over. This would be a very interesting visit.

*********** They were sitting on the back porch after dinner. Chase was watching Alison animatedly talk about training with some of the guys in her Dad's work, laughing when she knocked over her water glass when her hands flew into it 'Oh shit!' Alison cried out. Then she just started laughing and Chase couldnt help but laugh along with her as he went inside the sliding glass door to the kitchen and grabbed a towel and handed it to her. She mopped up the mess and then sat back down, still giggling.

'Well. Still gracefull as ever i see Miss Calaway' Chase said teasingly She stuck her tongue out laughing 'oh fuck off Mr Brody' They laughed and then sat in silence, watching the lake.

'So.' Alison said quietly 'how are you...really?'

Chase smiled at her 'you know.... Earlier this week i was in hell. Seeing her with him opened old wounds...but being here now i feel a little better. Like i can breathe. It hurts still. But i can breathe' Alison nodded and reached over and squeezed his hand 'im really glad you came. I needed some company...'

She dropped her hands to her lap and stared out at the water. The energy around them shifted and Chase could sense something hed been feeling all evening. Something was weighing heavy on her. 'Alison....whats going on? You never told me what happened that two week span you quit replying to anyone..and ive left it alone this long but.. i can tell now sitting here it wasnt a case of being too busy with fun stuff to look at your phone' Alison looked down, a mixture of sadness and guilt shadowing her face. He was talking about last year. Even Jack had tried to get out of her where shed been...but she hadnt told a soul. Only her family knew. Tears welled in her eyes... that had been during a bad time for Chase...she remembered the pain in the drunk texts from him that shed read when she got the phone back...

She stood and walked over to the railing. Trying not to cry and failing 'Hey...alison im sorry. I didnt mean to-..' Chase stood and walked up beside her and put an arm around her shoulders. She turned to face him and burying her face in his chest, silent tears rolling down her face for a moment. Then she took a deep breath, stepped back and wiped her face 'Sorry...its just... I never apologized for not being there for you. I read those texts a million times after the fact and... Im so sorry Chase'

Chase stared at her shocked 'thats whats upsetting you? Alison, i send angsty texts to my brothers every time im freakin drunk' he laughed. "You dont need to apologize. It was a bad point but nothing for you to feel guilty for being absent for... But i would like to know where you were. We all know when you reappeared you were different." Alison stared into his eyes, hed had never noticed how green they were. She was searching...but for what? 'Chase.... Not even Jack knows what happened...' She took a deep breath '....i was in the hospital.' Chases mouth dropped open in shock 'What?! Why???'

She stared at her feet and was quiet for a minute. 'Do you remember Chris?' She asked. Chase grimaced at the name, he remembered Chris. He also remembered the broken nose and black eye he gave him a couple years back when he saw him shove Alison to the ground "Yeah. Your boyfriend that no one liked?' She nodded 'yeah. That one.... God i shouldve listened to yall. ' Chase put his hand under her chin and lifted her gaze to his and spoke softly 'what did he do ali?' She swallowed hard. 'Short version? Got mad that i wanted to leave the country to come see yall.... Tied me up and used me as a punching bag for 3 days....'

Chases eyes widened in horror 'what the fuck....howd you get away???' She snorted 'my Dad came to find me.... Imagine for yourself how pretty that was' Chase knew it hadnt been.

Her father was famous for being called The Undertaker. Almost seven feet tall and 300lbs...and Alison was his little girl. His first daughter. His pride... Oh lord that couldnt have been good....

'So' she continued 'i was in the hospital for a good while... Actually the first time i texted you i was still there for another week.... ' Chase pulled her into a hug 'Ali im so so sorry..my God if i had known...' Alison laughed 'if you had known you wouldve been deported and arrested for murder...no i didnt want anyone knowing. Im the one who stayed when yall told me to leave. I'm the idiot.' Chase leaned back, arms still around her. 'No! Its not your fault. I dont care what we told you to do. You want to see the good in people. You want to believe everyone is good and thats an amazing trait. You should never think thats stupid' She smiled and leaned into his chest savoring the warmth and safety.

Later, after they had said goodnight and gone to their rooms, Chase lay there awake. He could still feel her head on his shoulder, feel the warmth from her, and his heart skipped. "What the hell is going on ??' He hadnt felt that since high school...that first skip of the heart when you find someone.... 'Oh grow up Brody. Shes your best friend and doesnt need your damaged ass complicating her life..' Little did he know she was in the room at the opposite end of the hall thinking along the same lines...

****** A week had gone by, they danced around the flirtation and the obvious tension that lay under their banter. The day before it had rained, creating mud puddles everywhere. Now it was sunny and muggy out. Alison excitedly threw a pair of 4-wheeler keys to Chase and grinned as she pulled her ponytail through the back of the hat she was wearing. Chase watched as she bounded down the front steps and followed suit. They were both in jeans. The day before Chase had bought a cheap pair of boots he could get muddy. They were heavy but at least it wasnt his sneakers. They headed down the path between Alison's and the main house. Chase studied her as they walked. He hadnt been as brave since the first night. He wanted to say something....anything. But he wasnt sure where to start. 'You good ?' Alison stopped walking and looked at him, his face flushed slightly "Yeah, im good. Ready to tear up the mud' Alison laughed 'well the shed is right over here. I keep mine here since its closer to my place' They rounded the bend in the path and came upon the metal shed. She unlocked the door and walked in, pulling the tarp off the two four-wheelers. She threw a michevious grin at Chase as she climbed on hers "You ready to get dirty?' She laughed Chase grinned 'Hell yeah!' He climbed on his and they roared to life, Alison shot out of the building and took off, he threw his head back laughing and started after her

****** After about an hour or two of flying through mud and water puddles, they were sitting on the edge of the lake on a blanket Alison had laid out under the big umbrella. Chase had his shirt off as it was wet and muddy. He looked over at her and couldnt help but laugh. She had mud streaked down her arms and some on her nose.. The only part that wasnt spotted was her legs. Shed taken off the jeans and was in her swim shorts that had been under them.

'What?!' She said

'Youre a little...uh...dirty there girl' She laughed 'you should see yourself, your floofy hairdo aint cuttin it kid' she said as she reached over and messed up his hair, dirt falling out 'Hey!' Chase cried and grabbed her hand as he chuckled 'you leave my hair alone. Youre just jealous' Alison laughed and rolled her eyes. 'Yeah. Ok' They sat next to each other in silence, her knees pulled up and arms wrapped around them. She leaned against his side and looked like she was ready to fall asleep on his shoulder. Chase scooted over to the far side of the blanket and laid back, then pulled her down so her head rested on his chest and an arm was around her. His pulse raced and she easily fit in his arm and curled against him.

She sighed contentedly 'hey Chase... Anytime i need to lay with someone im gonna find you. Because youre really comfortable' she said giggling. He laughed 'ok. But youll have to come across the pond a lot' 'Hmm' she said thoughtfully 'ok. Im good with that. Ill come over there for some Brody cuddles' He squeezed her and smiled. 'Hey....Ali?'

'Yeah?' She shifted her head so she could look up at him. Her heart raced as she caught his eyes. Shed been having trouble concentrating on anything since he took his shirt off and this wasnt any easier.

'What are we avoiding here?' He asked... He hadnt meant to be so blunt but it just kind of came out that way. 'I mean. We're good and normal and then other times its so freaking awkward..i dont get it' 'I-.' Alison didnt really have an answer for that. She knew what she thought she was avoiding. But she wasnt 100% sure. 'I dont know.. I mean... I think its obvious theres something to talk about. But neither of us wants to say it'

Chase stared into her green eyes intently 'Well if you want to say what i want to say, then fuck this silence. Tell me'

Alison sat up and looked the other way and he followed. 'Its not just that easy for me Chase.... I dont know what you want...i dont know what im supposed to do..i dont know wh-'.. '

He grabbed her chin and turned her face towards his 'what i want is for you to shut up and kiss me...what youre supposed to do is stop rambling and let me show you'

With that he pressed his mouth to hers and kissed her. Slowly at first and then harder. She sat up on her knees and wrapped her arms around his neck as she kissed him back. They pulled away breathless and stared at each other.

'Now alison' he said, his voice husky "Whyd you wait so long to do that?' He grinned and pulled her to him again and kissing her deeper, laying back, her laying halfway across his chest. After a moment she pulled away and laid her head down on him and laughed 'Holy crap' He laughed out loud, 'yeah... Thats one way of putting it' He kissed the top of her head and wrapped her in his arm, they both drifted off..

****** It was a month and a half later. Chase stood by the front door. Nervous. He didnt want to leave. They hadnt been what youd call official..neither of them labled it . Sure they had held hands, slow danced with each other, kissed and gotten close..but it wasnt like *that* was it?... And now he was going home. He wasnt supposed to feel this way. His heart wasnt supposed to ache like this....

Alison stood in her room making sure she had her keys and phone...stalling. "What the hell...why is this so damn hard. Hes my best friend....a great kisser...but my best friend! Its not supposed to be like this' she thought to herself. Walking out she caught his eyes and saw her sadness reflected there

'Are you ready to go?' She inquired, trying to sound happy

"....you want the truth or the answer thatll make you feel better?' He chuckled.

'Chase...' She stood by him and grabbed his hand... 'I know, i know. We live a million miles from each other... I just didnt think it would-' 'Hurt this much?' She said, staring up at him He sighed and wrapped an arm around her, pulling her in and kissing the top of her head. 'Yeah' She opened the door and they walked out to the truck.

******** 'Seriously. Come out sometime, the boys and me will show you a good time' Chase said Alison smiled at him ' Definitely...ill miss you. Thank you for coming. I had a blast'

Chase smiled and her 'And stop standing so far away.' He grabbed her hand and pulled her close 'its harder to kiss you goodbye from over there....if thats okay.... Just one last time?' She smiled and nodded as a blush crept to her cheeks he leaned down and kissed her, both of them holding on longer than they intended. 'Alison...dont be a stranger' he said. Hugging her one last time and picking up his bags. 'I..i wont Chase. Tell everyone i said hi'

She waved goodbye and watched him walk toward his gate, then turned and headed for her truck. When she got inside she let go of her control and cried. The tears didnt stop until she was back to her place. She walked into the room Chase had been staying in and found one of his worn shirts folded on the bed with a note and a small bottle of cologne. She smiled and cried a little reading it

'I know its not the same as falling asleep on me. But this is the cologne i use, you can wear the shirt or use it as a pillow case... Ill miss you' She laid down on the bed and could still smell him as she drifted to sleep

******** 'Dude. You were supposed to go over there to get happier. Now youre just more mopey. What the hell happened?' Jackie asked Chase

They were in the living room, Chase sprawled on the couch. It had been almost two weeks since he came home 'Jackie. Just leave it alone man. Ok? I dont want to talk about it'

'Chase, you need to talk about it. I havent seen you like this ever. When Stacy left you cried and drank and talked about it... You dont even drink anymore. You just sit and watch tv or sleep' Jackie said, worry coating his words.

Chase sat up 'look man. Im an idiot and i caught feelings at the wrong time and the wrong place. Ok? And it hurts because i cant be where i need to be and where i want to be at the same time! I dont drink because then i dream about her and....'

His words drifted off Jackie came to sit by him and put an arm over his shoulder ' you always dream about Stacy though. I thought the sleeping pills helped with that'

Chase put his head in his hands 'Bro. This isnt about Stacy. I never thought id say this but i think this hurts worse'

Jackie was shocked. He couldnt believe what had just come out of his brothers mouth 'Then...who? And what did they do that was so bad???'

Chase shook his head 'thats just it. Nothing bad. It was all amazing... But.. Damnit man. I just wish it wasnt so fucking far, you know?' Jackie thought for a minute and his eyes widened and mouth dropped as he caught on

'Holy shit you mean Alison???' Chase's head shot up 'Jackie if you tell anyone so help me ill strangle you' Jackie put his hands up 'No no. I wont..but..what happened?' Chase laughed 'nothing like that... We just kissed and cuddled a lot and... I really think i fell for her man and i dont know how to process it... I feel like I'm losing my mind.' Then he opened up and told Jackie everything about the trip. His brother just sat and listened.

*************** Two weeks later...

'Alison!' Jack ran over to her, shed begged him to pick her up at the airport but hadnt wanted anyone to know. Hed been happy to oblige. Confused. But happy

'Jack!' She ran over to him and hugged him hard. Shed missed this goofball

'Ok so are you going to tell me whats going on?' Jack said as they grabbed her bags and walked outside to where the Uber was waiting for them

' um.... Its a little hard to explain. But.. I just had to come ok? Im actually meeting my Dad tomorrow. Theyre here because of a movie shoot. We are all staying a month or so.'

Jack shook his head 'i know when youre lying. Theres something youre not tellin me Ali' She looked at him. Knowing hed either laugh or help her... Well only one way to find out

'Jack....when Chase stayed with me for that month... We..I.... I fell for him ok? And i think he feels the same way. And this last month has been hell because i cant stop thinking about him. I know it sounds crazy but i had to come see him, and yall. ' it came out in a rush.

Jacks mouth dropped open in shock. 'You mean...youre the reason Chase has been so mopey? Thank God i thought he was on about Stacy again' and he laughed 'So. Wanna suprise him?' His smile conspiratorial Alison grinned. She shouldve known she could count on him.

*********** 'Well why do i need to go Jack? Why dont you?' Chase whined into the phone 'i dont feel like talking to anyone about filming man. I dont have it in me' 'Chase. Youre going. Trust me. Just meet the agent at the park. Theyll be by the river. Itll be a good opportunity for you man' Jack said on the other end of the line, trying to keep from laughing. 'And what about the others? Jackie and everyone left the house today. They said they were staying with you tonight because you were filming some stuff. Why cant i help?' Chase questioned 'Look Chase. I need you to do this for me. Ok? Please bro?' Chase rolled his eyes 'fine. But this better be a good meeting' Jack hung up the phone and laughed 'oh trust me Brody. Youll love it' he said to himself. Shooting alison a text. 'Now we wait'

At the house Chase threw the phone. He wanted to be mad but he knew Jack was just worried. Hed been holed up in his room since he came back, hadnt touched his skateboard in a month, hadnt even looked at his PS4.. All he could do was go through the photos from his trip. Hed talked to Alison on facetime and she seemed to be happy, was training and riding horses. She had sent him phtos of her and her Dad and little sisters... He felt like he was lying to her. He said he was okay, just more tired...but the reality was he wanted to beg her to come to him. He wanted to tell her he thought he loved her-- but he just kept a smile on his face because as long as she was happy, thats all that mattered

****** Later that night Alison sat on the bench. Nervously playing with the hem of her dress she had bought that morning. He should be here any minute.... What if he was mad...what if he didn't want her here? What if.... She recieved a text from Jack

J:Hes there.

Her heart pounded. Now what? She sat and waited...hearing footsteps

* Chase could see someone on the bench by the water and headed that way. As he walked his eyes focused on the figure. Their hair was an auburn color... That thought made his heart ache as he remembered brushing Alisons from her face... He got close enough to the bench and the figure stood and turned toward him. His heart jumped and he almost fell down 'Al-alison?' He whispered. Not believing what he was seeing. 'Chase..' She said softly. Her face broke into a smile as tears filled her eyes. She ran to him and he embraced her. He finally let go and looked down at her grabbing her face with both hands "ali what the hell are you doing here?!' Tears rolled from her eyes 'Chase....i couldnt stay away anymore. Im sorry...i know i shouldve told you but i didnt know if you wanted me here and-' her words were cut off as he kissed her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back. When they pulled back he looked at her for a long minute and then spoke as he wiped her tears 'Dont ever apologize for making me this happy...ever. Of course i want you here. Its been hell just talking to you on FaceTime and not being able to say what im thinking. My God Alison i missed you more than i thought possible' She smiled and kissed his cheek and hugged him again. Savoring the feel of his arms around her

'Cmon. Lets go talk' he said pulling out his phone to call a ride 'I got it' she said grinning 'My dad loaned me a driver for my trip' she called someone and said whered they be. As they walked to the road Chase saw a black limo waiting and laughed 'Well. That beats an Uber'

As they rode he just stared at her. She was looking out the window. His heart beat faster. She came....she missed him so much that she came all the way here. He smiled to himself and then shot Jack a text

C:'Youre an ass for letting me walk into that unwarned....but thank you man'

J:no thanks needed. I did it for both of you. You both deserve smiles on your faces man. Now put the phone down... Also Jackie said to tell you 'stay in your own room' 😂

Chase laughed out loud and covered his face. He was going to have to smack him Alison looked over 'whats so funny?' She reached for the phone and snatched it before Chase could stop her 'alison i wouldn-' he warned laughing 'Oh my god.... Im gonna have to smack him when i see him' she said laughing as her face turned red. They both giggled and Chase grabbed the phone and turned it off after sending 'tell him i said ..' Followed by a couple of middle finger emojis

***** They walked into the house and Chase locked the front door before grabbing Alisons hand and kissing her again. He couldnt believe she was here. Alison leaned into him and kissed him back and then said smiling 'i cant believe im standing here' Chase laughed 'i cant either! I mean...why would you come all this way??' Alison locked eyes with him. 'Because... I never knew i could miss someone so much Chase. Honestly it was driving me nuts. I got tired of having the pictures from your trip and FaceTime with fake 'hey buddy' bullshit..... But i wanted to say it to your face.

Chase nodded. He knew exactly what she meant.

** Alison had been there a week and couldnt get over the fact that she was with him. Chase was sprawled out on the other side of the king sized bed and snoring. They had both decided to stay in the hotel room she had reserved for her time here. Chase wasnt used to such a huge bed and Alison laughed thinking back to his face when he first laid on it. She laid her book down and reached over, brushing his hair back and smiling. He stirred and blinked at her sleepily "Ali-- you ok babe?" Her heart jumped at that name. She felt a blush spreading as he sat up and his bare chest became visable. "Yeah- yeah. Was just admiring how cute you were when you sleep" He chuckled and ran his fingers through his hair "what. Are you saying im not cute when im awake? " "Well....when youre asleep youre much quieter" she said laughing. His mouth opened in fake offense and then he grinned mischeviously "Oh. Okay.." He rolled over and caught her and tickled her and she laughed and squealed. 'Chase! Chase! Okay i give i give!!" He stopped and looked down at her as he laid across her and laughed 'youre pretty cute yourself Alleycat " he kissed the tip of her nose and she craned her mouth up. He smiled and leaned down to kiss her and she wrapped her arms around him. He still wasnt used to the sparks that went through his brain with her. That first night hed stayed with her they... Caught up.. quickly. He was still addicted to the taste and feel of her even after as many times hed experienced her. "Ali-" he whispered as he placed his forehead to hers "Yeah Chase?" "I...i think... This is gonna sounds insane' he laughed She pushed him up so she could look in his eyes "Baby...what?" Chase stared into her green eyes. Never having been more sure of what he was about to say...knowing if he didnt hed never sleep "Alison..... I love you...and i know thats crazy. I never thought id ever say that to anyone with this feeling behind it after her....but honestly if she walked up to me right now and asked me to come home...id say no. Youve made me feel whole. You make me the man i want to be. Even my kids when i saw them yesterday asked why i was so happy... ' He stopped and grinned sheepishly "i kinda talked about you a little...they want to meet you. I told them maybe in a couple of weeks..but thats up to you..Stacy was cool with it if you are..' She stared at him, not knowing what to say. A smile broke across her face and her eyes misted over "Chase...id love to meet them..." She pulled him to her and kissed him before saying quietly 'and Mr Brody...you should know. I love you too.." *****

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sleepypompomart · 6 years ago

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The Second Chance - PART ONE

SUMMARY - The district attorney is dragged back in time to the start of WKM. Given another chance to save Damien and Celine, they devise a plan which may or may not involve chocolate mousse, gratuitous amounts of alcohol and sass.

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Note: This fanfic deals with the same themes as WKM, including Russian roulette and depression. If you find these topics upsetting, I would advise against reading this.

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You watch in horror as the mirror cracks before you. Damien’s broken eyes linger for a moment. His lips tighten. Then he strides away and leaves you frozen before the mirror. It’s hard to breathe.

Icy claws grab at your soul. You want to pull away - despite your lack of form, you’re in agony. The claws drag you through the mirror. The broken shards scratch and wrench at your mind. You want to scream, but you have no mouth.

You find yourself in a body again - your body. You flex your fingers as the existential horror fades. You sigh. It’s good to be back, but your fear lingers.

You stand outside Mark’s manor. It’s night. Shadows stain the marble pavement. You can see Wilford ahead, reaching for the manor door.

Your first instinct is to leave. Through some strange existential anomaly you’ve been brought back to the beginning. You know how Mark’s twisted “celebration” will end and have no desire to endure it again. Yet…

You think of your friend Damien and how Mark’s death destroyed him, and remember the cold rage that engulfed him during the brief moments you shared a body. And Celine - you’d always been a little scared by elegant seer. You remember what she’d become too, and the wave of hatred and disgust that had torn through her.

You couldn’t let Mark turn them into that monster. They deserved better. Besides, you’re the district attorney. Messing up criminal plans is literally your job.

You make your way to the door and smile at the colonel. He bows clumsily and introduces himself, before following you inside. You hand your invitation to Benjamin. He smiles and gives you a wink. “I shall fetch you a drink forthwith,” he says, smoothing his hair.

Damien catches your eye. You tremble a little, remembering his rage, but he greets you as warmly as ever. “Oh! There you are, old friend.” He launches into a warm speech. Afterwards you wander off and come face to face with the chef, who again appears insulted by your mere presence. “Stay out of my kitchen,” he growls. “Yeah yeah,” you reply as the butler hands you your champagne. “I get it.”

With the intent of pulling a power move on Benjamin, you down the entire glass. It’s strong stuff and burns your throat a little. You make a choking noise. “Oh, sorry.” You look down at the empty glass, and grin. “I’m guessing you’re used to lightweights.” “Not at all. Mark loves his chery. I shall bring you another. Would it please you if I were to bring a wipe as well?” He glances at your shirt and you realise you’ve spilled half the wine down your chest. “Er - yes please.”

You turn to watch Mark descend the main staircase, his silk dressing gown billowing around him. “Welcome, welcome, one and all!” He raises his hands dramatically. You glare at him, remembering his dead eyes and sprawled corpse. “My name is-” “Markiplier,” you interrupt. “Thank you, good and trusted friends, yadaa, yadaa, poker, I could be dead tomorrow - we get it.”

Mark stares at you stunned. Then he launches into his manic laughter. It sounds exactly the same as before, except this time it’s directed at you. It’s not a good feeling. “Allow us to get started.”

Damien sits down at the table and starts shuffling the cards. Wilford grabs them from him. “Let me show you a little trick.” His eyes gleam as he divides the pack in two. Despite his drunkenness, he manages to shuffle them together again in one swift movement. “I can do that,” Mark snorts. He takes the cards and spills them all over the floor. “A little more practice is in order I think,” Wilford says. “Nonsense.” The detective squints at the fallen cards. “Actually, your technique needs some work.”

You help Damien pick the cards up. “Thanks,” he says. He puts them on the table for Wilford to shuffle. You sit between Mark and the detective and pick up your hand.

“We didn’t take the jokers out,” you announce. Everybody groans and throws down their cards. The jokers are removed and the deck reshuffled.

You don’t pay much attention to the game - you’re losing money fast, but you’re not bothered. You’re trying to think of a way to save Damien and Celine - to do that, you have to stop Mark from engineering his own death.

He sits at the head of the table, smiling like the devil. His eyes are brighter than you’ve ever seen them. Already he’s accumulated a small fortune in chips - he’s definitely cheating.

Benjamin brings you another round of drinks. You catch Mark’s arm. He flinches. “Don’t touch me.” “Sorry.” You remove your hand. “You wanna do shots?” “Hell yeah,” he replies, and winks. “Benjamin? Bring us shots.” “Of course master.” He bows and heads for the kitchen. “Care to let me join in?” Wilford asks. You grin. Everything is going to plan. “The more the merrier!” Mark replies.

Damien watches with disgruntled admiration. “I wish I didn’t have to be the responsible one.” “You don’t have to be,” Wilford insists, patting him roughly on the shoulder. “Do shots with us. Who cares if you’re mayor? We won’t tell anyone.” “Wilford. If the press found out I’d been binge drinking with the local millionaire I’d lose my job.”

Mark raises his eyebrows. “You’re already playing poker with him. Why stop at one scandal?” Damien laughs uncomfortably, but still doesn’t take a glass.

Five shots in, and the room is blurring around you. You can barely sit straight. Mark’s smile is everywhere. Somehow, despite his maniac expression and slurred voice, he only seems to have improved at poker. Meanwhile Wilford bets more and more recklessly. His cheeks are pink.

Finally he gets up from the table. “I need to pee,” he announces, almost tripping over his chair. “Same,” you reply, following him out the room. You can barely walk in a straight line.

He lets you pee first. After washing your hands, you take the key out the bathroom door and hide it in your pocket. You wait until you hear Wilford sitting down on the toilet. Then you lock him in. Trust a millionaire to have a bathroom that locks from both sides.

You stagger down to the kitchen and hide behind the door frame until the cook leaves, then run in and grab a pot of mousse. You paint a moustache on your upper lip in chocolate and admire yourself in the back of a spoon.

The chef returns brandishing his ladle. “How dare-” he starts, seeing your brown fingers. You make a fast exit, still clutching the pot.

Stage one complete, you return to the table. Mark’s eyes dart to your chocolate moustache and go no further. “Hey, Will! You’re back!” Mark’s tongue trips over itself as he speaks. The champagne has long dissolved his marble facade.

Damien on the other hand is still sober and regards your chocolate disguise with a mix of amusement and despair. Mark reaches across the table and grabs your arm. “Will.” His eyebrows furrow wickedly. “I have something to show you downstairs.” You empty another shot glass. “Is it, like, important?” “Yeah.” Mark nods violently. “Very.”

You nod. Your nerves are on fire. Your fingers shake. This is it. In the moment, you’ll tear Mark’s plan to pieces. Too bad you can’t think straight, but oh well.

But before Mark can lead you down to the cellar, the front door crashes open. Everybody jumps. Damien drops his cards.

Celine stands like a statue in the doorway, silhouetted against the twilight. Her fists are clenched. Her dark eyes contrast sharply with her pale face.

Everyone in the room stares at Mark, expecting an outburst. But Mark is so drunk he’s lost his grip on reality. “Heya, there, Celine.” He makes a choking noise. “How - how on earth did you get in?”

Celine throws a keyring at his feet. “You can have my keys back. I don’t plan to visit often.” She closes the door and throws off her coat. “Oh no,” The detective mutters. “Not you.” “Celine?” Damien sounds frightened. “Please don’t do anything rash.” “Rash? Me?” Celine snorts and pulls up a chair. “I don’t know about you, Damien but I’m here for the poker.”

Her eyes lock on you. She leans across the table. “Tell me. Who are you?” “I’m beauty. I’m grace, I punch criminals in the face,” you announce, grinning widely. Damien slaps his hand to his face. “Meet your district attorney.” He doesn’t seem to know whether to be proud or mortified. Celine continues to stare at you. “Since when did district attorneys punch criminals?” “It’s a long story,” Damien mumbles. “You see-” you say loudly, sitting up. “It was late evening during March last year, and-”

Mark gets up again and grabs your arm. “I’ve still got something to show you,” he mutters. Frightened by the gleam in his eyes, you let him lead you down the stairs. “Wow.” “Impressive, isn’t it?” You haven’t been down to his wine cellar before, and the sheer volume of alcohol contained within these walls is unreal.

Mark pulls a bottle out the rack and pops the cork. “Take a sip of this Scotch. Hasn’t been open since nineteen-twenty-one.” “What’s the occasion?” You ask, fully aware that the “occasion” is his funeral. The whisky tastes like bitter honey.

Mark grabs the bottle back and takes a long swig. His eyes narrow. He can barely stand. “I think you know why I’ve brought you down here. We both love the same women. Only one of us can have her.”

You stare at him, taken aback. Demonic rage burns in his eyes. “What? Nobody gets to ‘have her’. She’s her own person.” “She loved me first.” “But now she loves me. What the hell Mark, aren’t you over this? It’s been so long.”

“It has.” He slips to the floor and crosses his legs. “It’s been years. And I’ve spent every one of them alone. Sometimes I go weeks without going outside. Sometimes - sometimes I don’t even leave my bedroom.” “Mark…” your breath catches in your throat. The collar of his dressing gown slips, revealing his scarred chest. “I think you need help.”

“No. I don’t need help. I need vengeance.” His voice turns forceful. His breath catches in his throat. He pulls out a silver revolver and shoves the butt against your forehead. It feels cool and scary. You want to push Mark away but you don’t dare. “One bullet. Six chambers. I think you know the rules.” He pulls the trigger. Click. You know the game is rigged, but still you gasp.

He looks away and offers you the gun. “Your turn.” Your hand shakes as you take it. As you aim, you crack open the chamber and slip the bullet out. It drops down your sleeve. You pull the trigger. Click. Mark’s eyes widen. “Here.” You hand it back. He stares at you. “But…” “Lo and behold, we both live. Please listen Mark. I don’t want to kill you and I definitely don’t want to die myself.

“No. You know the rules.” He points it at you again. This time you can see fear in his eyes. He still thinks the gun is loaded but he doesn’t know what chamber the bullet is in. He doesn’t want to kill you. He can’t stop though.

The gun clicks and he hands it over.

He’s so drunk that you pass it between you twenty times before he realises something’s up. He opens the barrel and finds it empty. “Goddamnit. I forgot to load it.” “Good. Let’s forget about this. I - I don’t want-” Mark produces another bullet. “Ready?” “Mark! No, I-”

You hear footsteps on the stairs you freeze. Benjamin stands in the doorway with a tray of cocktails. If the sight of the gun shocks him, he doesn’t show it. He wears the same ambivalent mask as always. He raises an eyebrow. “My apologies for interrupting. Could I offer either of you a cocktail?”

Mark grabs a cocktail off the tray, downs the entire thing, then pulls the trigger. His aim is so shaky that you doubt the bullet would even have hit you, had it been fired.

As you take the gun from him, Mark crumples. His head hits the floor. His legs sprawl. “You’re welcome,” Benjamin says. He reaches for the gun. You let him take it, shaking. “How…” You point at Mark’s slumped form. His eyes are closed. “Sleeping drought,” Benjamin explains. “Feel free to take one yourself if you feel you need it. Now, allow me to conduct you to bed.”

You let him lead you to the stairs. Halfway up, your foot slips. Benjamin catches you. “Careful.” “I- I think I’m going to be sick,” you moan. “Would you like me to take you to the bathroom?” “Nah.” You push him away and struggle to the window. Benjamin unlocks it and you lean out. The cold breeze grazes your cheeks. You throw up on the patio. “That’s right. Get it all out. I’ll look forward to cleaning it up in the morning.” “Sorry.” You stop retching and clutch your stomach. Benjamin guides you to your room and leaves you at the door. You wobble inside, kick your shoes off, and dive on the bed. You’re to drunk to marvel at the extravagant silver headboard. The silken sheets are very soft though.

There’s a cough from armchair in the corner. You look up. “Tell me. Who are you?” Celine demands.

You grunt loudly and bury your head in the pillows. “You’re surrounded by dark energy. You can’t lie to me. You’re not from this timeline, are you?” You don’t reply. “I’m not leaving until I get answers.”

You look up at her with hooded eyes. “I don’t knowwwww,” you moan. “One minute I was trapped in a mirror. The next, I was outside the manor again. Take from that what you will.” “What? You don’t know?” Celine sounds disgusted. She gets up and walks to the door. “Are you lying to me? Because if not, that’s really weird.” You groan in reply. Celine pauses at the door. “I dreamt of fire last night,” she says. “I hope it wasn’t an omen.” She finally lets you sleep.

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Tune in for part two, in which the house burns down.

#WKM #markiplier #fanfic #district attorney #actor Mark #Damien #celine #The Second Chance

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viktor-ravencrest · 6 years ago

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2k Celebration

I’d like to do something more for the 2k celebration. In addition to you guys writing for me, I’d like to do some writing for you. I’m starting to get burnt out writing RED ICE, so I need to take a break. A good way for me to do this is to write for OTHER characters. I’m going to provide a list of prompts and characters, and you guys just have to send me a number (preferably not more than two at once as my brain can’t handle that), a character or two (or you can let me chose the character(s)), and what you’d like the pairing to be. (Please be sure to include what pronouns you want the reader to have if you chose a reader insert. If you don’t, I’ll default to she/her.) Please send your requests in as asks, not as comments on this post. I WILL NOT BE WRITING FOR CONNOR OR LOKI.

I will write for the other DBH and MCU characters, as well as Markiplier and Jacksepticeye’s Egos.

The prompts are:

1. “I apologise in advance for the inconvenience my murder is going to have on your life.”

2. “I hate you.” “Why? I’m lovely.”

3. “Murder wasn’t on today’s agenda.” “It’s not on anyone’s.” “No, it’s on mine, just not until next Thursday.”

4. “Hold on, you died.” “Yeah, well it didn’t stick.”

5. “This is my life now. I have climbed this hill and now I will die upon it.” “Shut up. We’ve only been hiking for twenty minutes.”

6. “She’s crying, what do I do?” “Go comfort her.” “How do I do that?” “Start with hugs.” “With what?”

7. “What’s our exit strategy?” “Our what?” “Oh my god, we’re all going to die.”

8. “I’m going to need chicken blood, salt, five candles, and a bottle of vodka.” “Vodka? For the spell?” “No, that’s just to make me feel better about ripping a hole in the universe.”

9. “Are you clinically insane or incredibly annoying?” “I don’t know, probably both.”

10. “I saved your lives.” “How? By stealing our freedom? Our minds? Our identity?”

11. “It takes a very special kind of idiot to pull off what you just did.”

12. “I’m getting really tired of pretending I’m not evil.”

13. “Did you just agree with me?” “Oh I wish I could take-” “Nope! You said it! No take-backs!”

14. “It’s a long story.” “You conned me into thinking you were dead for eleven months. I have time.”

15. “I regret a lot of things. Having this conversation tops the list.”

16. “I had a thought.” “Oh no.” “I swear it’s a good one this time!’

17. “FBI, open the door!” “No. It’s cooler when you break in.”

18. “Do you think they remember you?” “I sure hope not after what I did the last time I was here.” “What did you do?” “You’ll find out.”

19. “You look…” “Beautiful, I know. Can we move on?”

20. “You scared me!” “Well, I am naturally terrifying.”

21. “I’d agree with you, but then we’d both be wrong.”

22. “I’d take a bullet for you, you know that.” “You’re immortal, and I’m going to kill you if you keep saying that.”

23. “You really have no clue who I am?” “You’d think the confused looks and blank stare would have answered that for you.”

24. “I am way too sober for this.”

25. “You don’t strike me as a professional criminal.” “That’s what makes me so good at it.”

26. “I don’t think of you as a protector. More like a distraction.”

27. “We have five people trying to kill us right now, what are we supposed to do?” “Actually, it’s more like eight.” “Oh, sorry I wasn’t specific enough!”

28. “If you could even comprehend where I’ve come from, you would be terrified of me.”

29. “I saved your life!” “You pushed me off a building.”

30. “You know we’re not all born with the ability to throw fireballs, right?”

31. “How do we keep getting into these situations?” “Eleven years of friendship and I still don’t know.”

32. “Did you hear that scream?” “Yes, I’m the one who screamed.”

33. “Are you SURE I can’t punch him in the face?” “Yes.” “What if I just break his nose a little?”

34. “You are remarkably well behaved tonight. What did you do?”

35. “You’re-you’re crushing my spleen.” “You don’t even know where your spleen is.”

36. “I’m no detective, of course, but I think this dead body might not be alive anymore.”

37. “Right now, I don’t know if I want to kiss you or shove you off a bridge.” “Can I pick?”

38. “The real treasure was the memories we made along the way.” “I almost died!” “Ah yes, that was my fondest memory.”

39. “I’m trying to have a serious conversation with you!” “And I’m trying to subtly avoid it!”

40. “Hey, I didn’t kill anyone today!” “What do you want? A gold star?”

41. “I hate you.” “Why? I’m lovely.”

42. “On a scale from one to ten, how bad do you think it would be if-” “At least a twenty.”

43. “Literally everything about this is illegal.”

44. “Seven billion people in the world, and you’re overreacting because we killed one man.” “But-” “Seven. Billion. People. Now quit the complaining and drink your smoothie.”

45. “It’s not my birthday.” “It’s definitely your birthday.” “Give me a calendar. It’s not and I will prove it to – oh. Never mind. Happy birthday to me.”

46. “On a scale from one to ten, how bad do you want to kill me right now?” “I’m hovering somewhere in the high thirties.”

47. “I can fix that.” “I’m calling a professional.” “I’m a professional.” “A more professional, professional.”

48. “What’s the word for that infestation of tiny creatures over there?” “Those are children. That’s a school.”

49. “I have a concern.” “Just one?” “No, but I didn’t think you’d let me speak my piece if I told you how many I actually have.”

50. “Why are you glaring at me?” “I’m hoping you’ll spontaneously combust.”

51. “If we die, I’m going to spend the rest of our afterlife reminding you that this was all your fault.” “That’s cool, I wouldn’t mind having company while being a ghost.”

52. “What are you so afraid of?” “You.”

53. “What is that THING in your backpack?” “It’s my new pet dragon.” “Dragons aren’t real!” “Then why is there one in my backpack?”

54. “I hate the sight of blood.” “Then maybe you shouldn’t kill for a living.”

55. “All that blood looks good on you. It really brings out your eyes.”

56. “Want to see what kind of trouble we can get into?” “Oh god, we’re going to die, aren’t we?” “It’s a Tuesday, I know how to restrain myself.” “You absolutely do not.”

57. “I don’t give a damn.” “You give so many damns they’re visible from SPACE.”

58. “It’ll be easy. You just have to seduce them.” “You’re kidding, right? I’m about as seductive as a cabbage.”

59. “You’re not as evil as people think you are.” “No. I’m much worse.”

60. “That’s a terrifyingly accurate drawing of us.” “It’s almost like I’m good at what I do.”

61. “You have no power over me.” “You sure about that?”

62. “This isn’t good.” “How can you tell?” “See how they’re slowly surrounding us? And they all have guns and knives and I think one guy is carrying a machete?”

63. “He’s right behind me, isn’t he?” “Actually he’s right in front of you.”

64. “I’m not a thief. I’m just really good at acquiring things that aren’t mine.”

65. “I’m not completely human anymore. Remember that next time you want to punch me in the face.”

66. “Is that blood?” “No?” “That’s not a question you’re supposed to answer with another question.”

67. “I never stood a chance, did I?” “That’s the sad part – you did once.”

68. “It’s okay, I’m here.”

69. “I’m not going to leave you.”

70. “Everything is okay.”

71. “I’m going to protect you.”

72. “I believe in you.”

73. “Do you feel guilty? Like, at all?” “I don’t have time to feel guilty. And neither do you.”

74. “Stop that!” “Stop what?” “Doing that thing with your face when you’re happy. It’s making me nauseous.”

75. “What are you doing?” “…Eating.” “We’re being held hostage and you decide to raid the kitchen?” “They didn’t say the fridge was off limits.”

76. “Is that a dead body?” “Maybe?” “It is. I can see it right in front of me.” “I promise I’ll clean it up before dinner.”

77. “If we’re going to get out of here, we’re going to have to work together. After that, we can go back to killing each other.” “Oh, fine.”

78. “That’s not funny.” “I thought it was.” “You don’t count. You started laughing in the middle of a funeral because you started thinking of a meme you saw on Facebook.”

79. “Do we need wine?” “No, I need wine, you need to put your pants back on.” “But life is so freeing without them.” “Pants. On. Now.”

80. “Can you please go be stupid somewhere that’s away from me?”

81. “I feel like I’m being stabbed.” “How do you even know what it feels like to be stabbed?”

82. “Will you be quiet?” “I didn’t say anything!” “Well stop thinking so loud.”

83. “Did you get my note?” “Of course I got it. You taped it to my forehead while I was sleeping.”

84. “You’re a psychopath.” “I prefer creative.”

85. “Why do people keep trying to put this blanket on me?” “Because you’re in shock.” “That doesn’t mean I need a blanket. It means I need booze.”

86. “Oh no.” “What is it? What happened? Who died?” “I think I just felt an emotion.” “You have GOT to be kidding me.”

87. “When all this is over, I want my sanity back.”

88. “That’s definitely not true.” “Of course it is. I read it on Wikipedia.”

89. “You forgot me.” “It was an accident.”

90. “Why do you keep risking your life? To prove a point?” “Yes.”

91. “I would like to join you in acknowledging the difficulties of your life.” “You are the WORST at this comfort thing.”

92. “You’ve got to stop doing that.” “What?” “Saying things that make me want to kiss you.”

93. “Look, if you want to conjure some demon spawn from the great beyond, that’s all fine and dandy. Just wait for me to leave before you start.”

94. “Just calm down!” “My leg just dematerialised and you want me to calm down!?”

95. “You know what they say, panicking burns a shit ton of calories.” “Who even says that?” “Me. Just now.”

96. “Don’t mind me, I’ll just be in the corner, having another existential crisis.”

97. “Oh my god, I had the exact same dream!” “Really?” “Are you crazy? Of course I didn’t.”

98. “I need to go de-stress.” “Where are you going?” “To demolish the living room.”

99. “I think I’m having a feeling. How do I make it stop?”

100. “I’m bitter and complicated. It’s one of my charms.” “I don’t think you know what that word means. Or how to count.”

101. “I don’t know what the protocol is for revealing your secret identity so, hi? Surprise?”

102. You always think you know what you’d do when faced with the end of the world. Me? I went home and took a nap.

103. “Damn it, why aren’t you obeying the laws of physics?”

104. “I’d hug you right now, but you’re covered in evidence. And I also really don’t want to.” “Evidence is a really nice euphemism for blood, gore and guts.” “You’re totally missing the point. Do you know how pissed I am at you right now?”

105. “This way is more efficient.” “This way is going to get us killed.”

106. “You’re not my favourite person today.” “I’m not your favourite person on any day.”

(There’s a weird cut here because I’m using prompts from multiple posts that I have saved. Sorry.)

107. “You’re the only thing left that is important to me now.” 108. “Please, put some pants on, you’re embarrassing me.” 109. “Oh, love, I don’t think you understand the meaning of sarcasm.” 110. “You don’t get to touch her! Not anymore. Not after what you did!” 111. “I think i’m going insane.” 112. “You’re the only one for me.” 113. “Honestly, if you wanted sex this bad you could’ve just told me!” 114. “I’ve come to the conclusion, that this house just might be haunted.” 115. “What makes you say that?” 116. “There was this perfect moment. This perfect moment where everything that I wanted was clearly in front of me… and i understood.” 117. “You broke my favourite vase!” 118. “I think we should get a puppy, and with this puppy we should become the stereotypical cute couple. As well as because I want a dog.” 119. “You’re crazy.” 120. “I promise that i’ll protect you.” 121. “I don’t need saving. Not now! Not ever.” 122. “You act as if you’re the hard done by. You’re not.” 123. “You cheated on me! What was I suppose to do? Smile and forgive you?” 124. “I think you’re worth much more than that.” 125. “I’d rather die than do that.” 126. “Did you ever wonder what brought us together?” 127. “Is… that really you? I thought i’d never see you again!” 128. “You had one job!” 129. “How is it that you’re a complete flop at everything you do?” 130. “You need to stop.” 131. “That lip biting’s getting a little out of hand.” 132. “If you continue to do what you’re doing, I won’t hesitate to come over there and stop you myself. 133. “Isn’t he just the cutest?” 134. “I want a child.” 135. “You still awake?” 136. “You’re probably the hottest stranger i’ve ever seen.” 137. “Never thought that all this would happen because of one tiny moment.” 138. “My clothes look good on you.” 139. “Is that my shirt?” 140. “Isn’t that a bit too big for you?” 141. “Isn’t that a bit too small for you?” 142. “I think you look absolutely adorable.” 143. “When I said you’re mine, I meant it.” 144. “He better only be just a friend.” 145. “Those short’s look really good on you.” 146. “Hey, they can’t hurt you anymore.” 147. “I… I lost the baby.” 148. “It’s all my fault, i’m so sorry.” 149. “My arms just fit perfectly.” 150. “You’re drunk.” 151. “I am not wearing that.” 152. “How did I get stuck here with you?” 153. “I swear, the world is against me.” 154. “Don’t touch me!” 155. “Get away from me!” 156. “Tell me you need me.” 157. “You’re not the boss of me.” 158. “We’re out of gas, what’s your plan?” 159. “You’re an ass” 160. “I’m on vacation, you take care of it.” 161. “Disney movies all day? I’m in.” 162. “Hurry up! Would you?!” 163. “Take the long way around” 164. “Can you shut up for five minutes, please???” 165. “He’s been gone for quite a while” 166. “I can’t see anything.” 167. “I heard a noise.” 168. “Where’s my food?” 169. “I bet you feel like an artist” 170. “Can I be of assistance?” 171. “Get out of the way before I murder you.” 172. “You’re breaking my heart, babe.” 173. “Cry me a river. Build a bridge. Get over it.” 174. “Another credit card?!” 175. “It’s just rain, you aren’t gonna melt!” 176. “Have you ever lied to me?” 177. “I’m stuck! Help me!” 178. “I swear, I’m not scared.” 179. “What do you think a cupholder is for?” 180. “You know when your phone buzzes, it means I’m trying to talk to you, right?” 181. “Turn that sh*t off!!!!” 182. “When’s that last time we went on a date?” 183. “I thought you didn’t like cats?” 184. “The door’s locked.” 185. “I’ll just tell your mom on you.” 186. “I thought you were nice.” 187. “I had a dream about you.” 188. “What colour do you like better?” 189. “Take notes, sweetheart.” 190. “This is where you impress me, right?” 191. “Pick up lines only work when I’m drunk.” 192. “I can’t believe you didn’t remember” 193. “If that makes me a child, so be it.” 194. “I could beat you up, you know that right?” 195. “Would it kill you to help people?” 196. “I bet you can’t go 24 hours without cussing.” 197. “But, I said I love you.” 198. “Is it just me or is cold as hell in here?” 199. “I’m not weird, you’re just basic.” 200. “Just sleep with one eye open, that’s all I’m saying” 201. “Take off your shirt.” 202. “We could get struck by lightning, but you want to kiss in the rain.” 203. “You’re never this quiet, what’s wrong? 204. “Sit still, for the love of all that is Holy.” 205. “I’ve seen terror... and you don’t have his smile.”

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name: Marzipan birthday: December 13th, 1995 gender: Bigender (they/them) orientation: Demi-romantic grey-asexual age: 23

favorite soda: Diet Orange Cream soda favorite candy: Swedish Fish favorite pizza: Pepperoni and Mushroom favorite salad dressing: Caesar favorite meal: Schnitzel with mushroom gravy and lemon zest, spatzle, and potato salad!

best memory: when my marching band won grand champion my senior year. Everyone was so shocked that it felt like we got punched in the chest, and while most bands stand at attention during it, our band director let the seniors break into cheers and hug each other, because it had been so long since our band won anything. All the other bands were confused about us being so happy, but we were crying and cheering for hours that we didn’t seem to care. best friend: IRL gal who is like a sister to me. best relative: Sister. best pet: Silver Tabby by the name of Jen! You’ll see me post about her sometimes (with pics) best celebrity: Danny Devito? Weird Al? Markiplier? Anyone kind, really!

one random fact about you: You can read a random fact I posted here. one random fact about your day: I actually woke up before 1 PM today! one random fact about your job/school: They were repaving the road so the scent almost made me pass out during the semester when I was walking into the building. one random fact about your favorite tv show: I’ll be cheap and go Hazbin Hotel, but it isn’t out yet but (opinion) it’s such a fun project to watch grow. one random fact you wish was a fact but it isn’t: Becoming a teacher is easy and people understand that being one is a HUGE responsibility that means you have to work hard and your students are officially your second children (WHETHER THEY ARE 3 OR 22).

Tag five people: @huskofachance @suoitnep @purpleshopkeep @licoriceblackaliceangel @princesscfredemption

#♔ ❛ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴡɪɴᴅꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ'ꜱ ᴅᴇꜱᴘᴀɪʀ. ❜ ⊰ OOC.

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Title: Numb Word Count: 5709 Pairings: Platonic Teamiplier, Romantic Amy/Mark (Amyplier) Warnings: Break-up, Violence, Blood, Panic Attack, Nightmares, Possession, Major Character Death Summary: Mark hasn’t felt like himself lately. To paint a picture, he attacked Tyler for no real reason, Amy even broke up with him to give him space, and his typical nightmares just keep getting worse. These nightmares have gotten so bad, Mark is starting to think something is seriously wrong. It’s not a matter of something though, it’s a matter of someone. A familiar face he had completely forgotten. Author Note: Again, this was written a while back, more specifically when Ethan had blue hair. So that’s why he’s still blue boy.

The dark haired YouTuber, Mark Fischbach, otherwise known as Markiplier, shut down his desktop and leaned back in his chair. He had just finished making and editing a few videos, ready to upload for the next day. Mark was exhausted, but definitely didn't mind it, he loved his job and almost everything about it, but, lately, he felt as if he had to force himself to react to certain things, most things, in fact.

Maybe he was just getting in a funk due to recent personal drama, but making videos were always a distraction from things like that. Why was it so difficult to let himself escape, now? He shrugged it off, he couldn't think about that right now.

The young adult sighed. “I'm sure it's nothing,” he assured himself. “Just thinking too much.”

He got up on his feet and walked out of the room, making sure to shut the door behind him.

“Hey, Mark,” his friend greeted from the couch in front of the flatscreen.

“Hey, Tyler,” he replied, sitting next to him, trying to maybe start a conversation. “What are you watching?”

“Just some stupid reality show,” he shrugged with a sigh.

“Oh okay,” he said, leaning on the arm of the couch, his face rested on his hand.

As much as Mark liked silence, he didn't care for the awkward and tense silence, he needed to address the problem at hand. “Look, about yesterday, I'm really sorry,” he said, looking towards the other young man.

“It's really not a big deal,” Tyler looked back at him, lowering the volume a bit. “I was just confused about why you acted like that.”

“I, uh,” Mark didn't know either. “I'm gonna be honest, I really don't know why. I've felt a bit off for no real reason, lately.”

“Is it because of the incident a few weeks ago with Amy?” He asked.

“Maybe,” he glanced at the floor, then returned his gaze back to Tyler. “I can't say that I expected it, but I also can't say I didn't. She just did what she thought was right and I respect her for that, even if I'm not too happy about it.”

“I understand,” he nodded.“But I don't think that's it,” the man continued. “She broke up with me because she sensed something off and knew I needed time to figure stuff out, in her words, the burden of a relationship would just cause more problems.”

“Oh, yeah,” Tyler turned off the television, giving his full attention to his friend. “But I think the break up enhanced it a bit more. You weren't yourself before it, but you're definitely not yourself now.”

“I really wish I could explain why,” Mark said. “Making videos is becoming difficult too. What is wrong with me, Tyler?”

“If I knew, I would tell you,” his eyebrows lowered a bit.Markiplier looked forward, thinking about what could've caused his recent actions, sure his breakup was a damper on his mood, but, again, he felt this way for a while. Even so, normally, feelings have a reason for lingering, especially if it's been at least five months since he even felt the slightest feeling.

“Hey,” Tyler called, placing a comforting hand on Mark’s shoulder. “Whatever it is, you'll get through it. You always do.”

The YouTuber looked towards Tyler and smiled a bit, he was truly lucky to have such a great friend. He nodded. “Thanks, Tyler.”

“No problem,” he patted Mark’s shoulder and leaned back on the armrest on the couch. “Just remember, I'm always right.”

“Dude, you can't pronounce ‘archive’ right,” the young man rolled his eyes.

“I'm telling you!” He argued. “You can pronounce many words different ways and it's considered right!”

“That’s not true with archive!” Mark exclaimed using his hands to emphasize his words. “At least not the stupid way you say it!”

“Yes it is!” Tyler replied. “Don't try to tell me bull!”"You're the only one who's saying bullshit right now!”

“No I'm not, you are!”

“No, you are!”

“Oh my god,” Ethan yelled from another room away. “Shut up!”

The two boys busted out laughing at Ethan’s annoyance towards them, Mark and Tyler needed that laugh, especially after that incident last night.

To explain, the night before, started out fine until Tyler joked about something, it meant no harm, obviously, but Mark wasn't feeling quite right, so, next thing he knew, he had Tyler pinned up against a wall using only his forearm, while his other hand readied a fist about to punch the daylights out of him. Ethan broke them apart before Mark could do anything, but if Ethan weren't there, who knows what might've happened. Looking back, Mark was almost impressed with his strength, Tyler was a strong guy, so the fact he pinned him up against a wall was surprising, regardless, he still felt bad about it.

…

Mark awoke in a dark abyss, light enough to see his hand in front of his face, but just dark enough to not see five feet ahead of him. His eyes darted in front, left, right, and behind him to try and find an exit, but there wasn't one.“Hello, Mark,” a deep voice called. “It's been a while, hasn't it?”

“Who's there?!” He cried frantically, like a stereotypical first kill in a horror movie.“Oh come on,” it said, still emotionless. “You remember me. How could you possibly forget me?”

“Show yourself!” Wow, Mark must've really wanted to be a typical horror movie character.

“As you wish,” the being stepped towards the frightened man, only two feet away from him. “Remember me now?” He immediately recognized that man, with his wavy hair, sunken, red eyes, pointed ears, and deathly pale skin. It was himself, but not, it was himself from an alternate universe, opposite from his own. It's name was “Darkiplier”.

“Oh my god,” he gasped, putting a hand over his mouth. “It's… it’s you!”

“Didn't think I existed did you?” Darkiplier smirked.

“It's impossible,” Mark said. “You are just a figment of my fan’s and my imagination.”

The intimidating man laughed menacingly at the poor soul in front of him. “Oh, Mark, I'm so much more than that.” He looked away, searching for some way out of this terrifying situation, but this only angered the entity in front of him.

“Look at me!” The pale entity commanded, grabbing Mark’s face, and facing it towards him. “You cannot deny me any longer!”

The young man pushed the evil figure off of himself, trying to slow his breathing as he did so. “You're not real! That's a definite fact!”

“Oh, I'm real,” he chuckled. “‘Darkiplier’ is just as real as you or any other person you know. I am you.

”Chills went down Markiplier’s spine. “I-if you're me, then why haven't I noticed you?”

“You have, poor soul,” Dark replied, a wide grin creeping onto his face. “Remember that ‘off’ feeling you've been feeling lately?”

“N-no,” the strong young man stuttered. “You don't exist, damnit!”

“I'm THAT feeling,” he laughed darkly. “That emptiness, that hollow never-ending feeling, that NUMB feeling. You are only of a hollow husk of what you used to be, all because of ME.”

“H-how?!” He cried. “I would never, EVER let you in! Even if you ARE real!”

“Oh, but you did. Do you remember that stupid little video you made with me?”Mark’s eyes widened. “It can't be!”The heartless creature laughed hard, causing Mark to flinch. “When you ‘acted’ as me, you conjured me back up, from none other than the depths of your mind.”

“How is that possible?!” He shook his head. “That's not even logical!”

The dark entity shrugged. “Beats me, but I am so delighted to be here.”

“No!” Mark attempted to punch the creature, but it simply turned into a dark dust-like blob and avoided the punch by forming around it. It then tightened around Mark’s fist, slowly crawling towards him, causing the man to scream, hoping that somebody, anybody, could hear his cries.

Mark jolted upright from his bed, letting out a little shout, soon realizing that was all just some stupid nightmare. He panted until he slowly regained his normal breathing pace, then sighing in relief. He looked around the dark room just to double check he was indeed back in his room.

The man was used to nightmares, after all, he had then frequently, some even appealed to him in an odd way, however, this one was quite different from the normal nightmares he had, this one felt more realistic. It was like he was actually with that entity and having an argument that very fruitless in the sense they didn't really go anywhere with it. It was an argument with himself after all, just a more grim version of himself.

What if that was real? What if that was actually Darkiplier telling him that this was all his fault? There's no way, though, no possible way. Darkiplier was just some character his subscribers made up and he decided to add on, nothing more.

Mark got up and went to the bathroom, he just needed to wash his face, maybe it'll clear his head, that's what they did in the movies, right? So he did exactly that, but when he looked into the mirror, he met face to face with the alternate version of himself, causing him to jump back and rub his eyes. It went away after that. After calming himself down, rationalizing that as a simple hallucination due to that stupid nightmare he had.

He went back to his room and turned his phone on, it was two-thirty in the morning. He groaned and contemplated whether or not to go back to bed. He could at least get another two and a half hours of sleep. It was just another nightmare, surely he was used to them. He laid back down on his bed, he checked his phone again, it slipping from his hands and hitting him in the face.

“Ow,” he calm said, picking the phone back up and putting back on his bedside table. “Okay, that's a sign to go to bed.”

He rolled over to his side and fell back to sleep, a pleasant dream-less slumber.

…

“Hello everybody!” He greeted his viewers. “My name is Markiplier!”

Another day, another recording session, despite his recent emotions, he had his job to do. It was always an escape from real life anyway and he much needed that. Though, he didn't feel quite right, physically and mentally, he felt kinda queasy. So he let Tyler sit in his office to watch over him. The older man didn't do much anyway, he just played on his phone quietly, occasionally looking up to make sure his friend was okay.

The game he played was a fan game, it was like a Markiplier Misadventures type of game, the characters were quirky, including himself. Even if it wasn't a Markiplier fan game, it could easily stand on its own. For some reason, Mark was a bit anxious on finding out who the main antagonist was, he had a feeling it was going to be Darkiplier, it normally is.

Tyler sensed a bit of tension and looked up at his friend, a bit concerned. Mark wasn't playing a horror game, there shouldn't be any tension. Maybe there was just a creepy scene or something. Tyler still kept an eye out, but continued to play a mindless game on his phone, occasionally staring up at Mark.

Just as Mark expected, the main antagonist was Darkiplier. Something turned in Mark’s stomach, he felt the urge to vomit and felt the urge to pass out at the same time. He tried to play it off with a joke, but as soon as his mouth opened, he fell to the floor.

“Oh my god!” Tyler cried as he jumped out of his seat and ran over to Mark. “Mark! Mark! Mark! Mark! Ethan!”

Ethan ran into the room. “Holy hell, what the fuck happened?!”

“Mark just passed out, get some cold water!” Tyler commanded.

“Okay!” He nodded and ran to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of cold water from the fridge, then running back to Mark’s office. “Here!”

Tyler quickly grabbed the bottle, leaned Mark against the wall, and poured the water on his face. “We may have to call an ambulance.

”As if on cue, Mark woke up with a loud gasp and cough.“Mark!” The two young men exclaimed.

“What happened?” Mark asked, sitting himself up better on the wall.

“Don't strain yourself, you just passed out,” Tyler warned, giving the bottle of water to him.

“How are you feeling?” Ethan asked, fear and concern in his eyes.

“Like shit,” Mark answered, taking a sip of water.

“When you said to look out for you I just thought you just felt nauseous, I didn't know you'd pass out,” Tyler said.

“I didn't either,” Mark replied. “I don't even know what could've caused that.”

“Did you lock your knees?”

“Not to my knowledge,” he shrugged. “Last thing I remember I was just playing a fan game and…”

“And?” Ethan tried to get him to continue.“Shit! Am I still recording?” Mark tried to get up, but the two men stopped him.

“I'll check it,” Ethan stood up and looked at his recording software. “Yup, do you want me to stop it or explain what's going on?”

“Explain, I'll edit it all later,” the dark haired YouTuber said.“Okay, so,” Ethan began. “It's Ethan and Mark kinda just passed out, so he's gonna take a break, he's okay though.”

“Yeah, I'm fine!” Mark raised his hand up, giving the camera a thumbs-up.“He just got a bit sick so,” he trailed of a bit, looking back at his friends, then quickly turning back to the camera. “Like I said, he's fine he just needs a small break. Anyway, love you all, bye!”

With that, Ethan turned off the recording. “I'm sorry that outro sucked.”

“No, you're fine,” Mark assured. “My fault I passed out like a total wuss.”

“Oh come on,” the blue-haired young man said. “You couldn't help that.

”Mark leaned his head against the wall, his face upwards. “I should've just took a break for a day.”

“Well, you are now,” Ethan joked.Mark smirked a bit.

“Come on, we'll help you get to your room,” Tyler said.

Tyler and Ethan helped their friend up slowly, careful not to hurt him. They then took him up to his bedroom door. “Okay, I’ve got it from here,” he said opening the door.

“Hey,” Tyler began. “I know you don’t really like your door open but please leave it open so we’ll be able to hear you if you call for us, okay?”

“Yeah, sure thing,” Mark replied. “Thank you guys for looking out for me.”

“No problem, Mark!” Ethan chirped. “Anything for a friend!”

Mark smiled and went into his room, while his friends went downstairs. He plopped onto his bed and got under the covers. He then realized he was wearing shoes, pants, and a shirt. He groaned, annoyed with himself, he kicked off his shoes and pants. He decided against taking his shirt off, since it may be a bit too much work for him.

He began to drift off to sleep, but then remembered the dream he had last night and fought off sleep. He looked to his bedside table and realized he didn’t bring his phone. “Shit.” This was going to be harder than he thought. Unintentionally, he fell asleep after trying to fight it off for a few minutes.

…

Mark woke up next to Tyler on the couch. They were joking and talking with each other while Ethan sat on the other couch, laughing and joking as well. Mark felt a little bit of déjà vu, but disregarded it as a random feeling. All of the sudden, everything seemed to blur together in a weird colorful mixture, once that cleared, Mark seemed to be out of his body, like a third person video game or movie. He saw himself pin Tyler against the wall with his forearm. He knew exactly what was going on now.

“Ethan! Stop me!” Mark cried to his friend.

When Ethan tried to stop Mark’s mindless clone, he was thrown back by an invisible force, causing him to hit the ground hard on his back. He grunted on impact. Tyler attempted to kick Mark, but it was a fruitless attempt. Ethan didn’t give up though, he got back up and tried to pull Mark off of his friend again, but the same result happened.

“Mark, stop!” Ethan cried, getting off the ground again.

The real Mark screamed at himself to stop as well, but no one could hear him. Every time Mark tried to go back into his body, he was rejected. Every time he tried to run forward and stop whatever was happening, he was rejected. All he could do is watch in horror as the scene took place. No how many times he would scream or cry, there was nothing he could possibly do. He was helpless.

No matter how many times he fell, Ethan got back up. It hurt more and more each time, but he still got back up. He cared for his friends and would stop at nothing to protect him. Ethan got back up slower this time and tried to jump at Mark from behind, this time, it was the final blow. When the blue haired boy fell he hit his head on the edge of the couch. He fell out of consciousness, leaving the seemingly possessed Mark to continue his job.

“Ethan please get back up!” Mark pleaded through his sobs, but Ethan was just as helpless as he was.

“It’s pointless, you know?” A familiar voice asked. “Tyler is going to die and there’s nothing you or he can do to stop me.”

He knew that phrase, this was a dream. He couldn’t control the dream, if he could, that thing possessing Mark’s body wouldn’t be a problem. He had to wake up before he saw the rest of this story play out.

“Come on, me, wake up!” He cried grabbing his head tightly, shutting his eyes tightly. “Wake up!”

“It’s pointless,” the voice said. “Might as well accept your own and friend’s fate. He is going to die and you can only watch.”

“Shut up!” He exclaimed.

“You can’t simply dispose of me, Mark.” The voice was right in front of him, this getting a bit more physical. The mystery voice placed a hand under Mark’s chin and pointed it towards himself. Mark opened his eyes and finally confirmed his thoughts. “I am as real as real can get. I am not a little nightmare. You will eventually see what you I am full capable of, eventually, but until then, my alternate, you should enjoy the show I have provided for you. It’s quite rude to look away like you did.”

The dark alternate disappeared into thin air as Mark was forced to watch the scene unfold. He couldn’t move or blink, he was fully under control of his evil self. The thing pinning Tyler against the wall, continued with his violent rampage, this time, he decided that he would finally beat the tall man until he was rendered useless. The true Mark continued to sob and whimper uncontrollably as he watched his friend get punched repeatedly.

Each punch left a new mark, a new bruise, a bloodied nose, or a tooth missing. He kept punching until Tyler was unrecognizable. The evil being let go of his victim, letting him slump down to the floor. Tyler got on his hands and knees as he choked on his own blood, letting splatter onto the floor. The assailant looked down at the sight and smirked. He kicked Tyler in the face, knocking him down on his back. He decided it wasn’t enough to hurt him beyond recognition, he was going to finish the job.

“Please,” Tyler managed to get out. “Stop.”

Mark screamed and pleaded to someone, anything that would stop this madness. “Stop hurting him! Please! You’ve done all you could, please stop this! I get it!”

…

Mark jolted upwards from his supine position. He was drenched in a cold sweat and tears as he hyperventilated and shook frantically. Tears stained his face as he finally realized that he was out of that hellish nightmare. “Tyler! Ethan!” He held himself and rocked back and forth as he continued to cry.

The two boys rushed into Mark’s room as soon as they could. “What’s wrong?” Tyler asked as he and Ethan ran to Mark’s side.

Mark grabbed the two of them into a comforting embrace. He continued to sob as they returned the hug. They realized what happened, Mark had a really bad nightmare. They both knew Mark often had nightmares, but he would occasionally have a more vivid one that would really get to him. As soon as Mark gave way, they let go of each other and were prepared to listen to whatever their friend had to say.

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to,” Ethan stated upfront.“I-I… I just-”-his sentence was interrupted by his sobs and hyperventilating. “-I tried t-to save you.”

“Hey,” Tyler said in a soft tone. “It’s okay, we’re here, we’re safe. It’s going to be okay.”

Mark’s breathing slowed down a bit at the comforting comment. “I’m sorry I couldn’t do anything.”

“Mark, you can’t control your nightmares,” Ethan replied, becoming more and more concerned by the second.

“No, that night,” Mark was forcing his words, but it was becoming less and less of a chore. “When we got into the fight, I saw it happen and I couldn’t stop anything. You were hurt and I couldn’t stop myself. I couldn’t look away, I was frozen by HIM.”

The dark haired man started up a fit of sobs as he remembered the dream again in every horrific detail. He knew now that Dark meant business and he would do anything to achieve his goal, no matter what it was.

“Who’s him?” Tyler asked, furrowing his eyebrows.“You’re not gonna believe me,” Mark replied trying to suck it up. He wasn’t hyperventilating anymore, just crying profusely.

“Anything can happen in a dream,” Ethan tried to assure him.“No, this wasn’t just a dream, there’s more to it,” the crying man said. “I’ve been having nightmares, each more vivid, and they’re all controlled by Dark.”

“Dark?” Ethan cocked his head slightly.

“My evil alter ego my subscribers created a long time ago.” He knew he sounded insane, but this was the truth. “I know I sound crazy, but my subscribers had some kind of point. He’s real, there’s videos I barely remember posting because of him. That bad fight was because of him. These nightmares are all because of him! Please believe me!”

The youngest and eldest exchanged glances with each other, then looked back at their friend. Mark was bad at keeping promises, but he wasn’t a liar. There were some things that are beyond our understanding, this was one of those things. They may not understand it, but they care about their friend too much to just leave him and disregard his problems. Even if this problem was hard to believe.

“We believe you, Mark,” Tyler assured. “We do need to get some rest though.”

“I don’t want to go back asleep,” He quickly replied. “I can’t deal with it. I know that’s not the worst he can do, I don’t want to see his worst.”Tyler hesitated a moment in thought, then got an idea. “I actually think I have something that can help you.”

Tyler got up and walked out of the room for a few moments, just to come back as quickly as he left with a blue and red small item in his hand. “Here.” He placed the small object in Mark’s hand.

Mark held the item by its string to examine it. “A dreamcatcher?”

“Yeah,” Tyler began as he sat back down on the bed. “I used to have bad dreams as a kid often, borderline night terrors some nights, so my mom got me a dreamcatcher. After I tied it to my bed, my nightmares decreased until they finally went away. I don’t know if this can help, but it doesn’t hurt to try.”

“Do you think it really helped?” Mark asked. He wasn’t doubting Tyler’s story, more so curious as to if it really works or not.“Maybe,” his friend shrugged. “It could be just a placebo, but if it helps, it helps.”

“I had one of these as a kid too,” Ethan perked up. “I didn’t have nightmares that often before, I just liked the way they looked, but I never got any nightmares after getting one.”

“I’ll try it,” Mark shrugged.

…

Mark awoke in a dark area again, but he didn’t feel scared, disappointed, or even angry. He didn’t feel anything, just numb.

“I see you’re back for more,” the familiar voice said, appearing in front of him with a smirk.

“No, just trying to sleep,” Mark replied with no emotion.

“I saw your little episode with your friends a moment ago,” he chuckled darkly. “You truly are weak.”

“No,” he said, keeping the same deadpan tone. “If I were weak, you would be able to control, me right now, but you’re not.”This slightly annoyed Dark. “I can do whatever I want, I don’t want to control you right now, so I am not, simple as that.”

“I’m completely vulnerable right now, why wouldn’t you take this chance?”

“If you wish,” the creature shrugged and smirked as he lifted his hand and positioned it next to his face.

Snap!

Mark watched his alternate slowly become angry as he continually attempted to snap and make something happen.

“What the hell?!” Dark flailed his arms forward, staring at them with fury, his hair getting out from its original neat position. The red and blue around the no longer composed entity separated for a split second to reveal two different screaming faces, different from Dark’s. Mark didn’t give much thought to it, simply shrugged it off.

Mark smiled a bit. “The funny thing about the human mind is when you gain full control of it, you can do amazing things.”

Dark glared at his origin with malice. “What the hell are you blabbering about now?!”

“You’re powerless,” Mark declared.“You wish!” He chuckled, standing upright. “You forget who you’re talking to right now!”

“A figment of my fans’ and my imagination,” the brave man stared into the eyes of the powerless monster. “My fans created you and I brought you to life, but I’m putting you down.”

“If you think you can get rid of me, you are sadly mistaken,” the creatures tried to put on a convincing evil smile.

“I don’t think anything,” Mark replied. “I know I can. I’m not going to let you affect me, my friends, family, or my fans again!”

Lightning clashed at the YouTuber’s words. This startled Dark as he abruptly glanced at the world around him then return his gaze back at his rival.

“Y-you can’t get rid of me! I’m part of you!” He cried, this must his last resort.

“You forget,” Mark stepped forward towards his enemy, causing Dark to move back. “You are the opposite of me, you are anything but a part of me.”

Dark’s world was crumbling around him, his glitches became more prominent. His glitches would act up occasionally, except if he felt extreme emotion, right now, he felt fear. He was going to disappear and there was nothing he could do. The screaming faces from before appeared behind Mark, now in full body, placed their hands on his shoulders, but only Dark saw this. Dark was alone now, even parts of himself were abandoning him, along with the very person who brought him to life. He failed.

Dark screamed in anguish, gripping his head, as he began to flicker in and out of the mindscape. He looked towards Mark with fear in his eyes. The red and blue figures looked down on him in disgust, the red one more so than the blue. The blue seemed more so disappointed than disgusted. Mark looked down on him in triumph, however it wasn’t with a radiant smile or puffed out chest, it was just a simple fact. The evil entity one last cry before he finally disappeared, leaving only echoes behind.Mark felt slight pressure on his shoulders, he looked side to side, noticing the two blue and red figures. Once he noticed them, the let go of his shoulders and floated forward, facing towards him. They both smiled, the blue one let out a tear from his eye while the red one nodded gently at the man.

Mark felt a slight tinge in his heart, one he hadn’t felt in a very long time, it was a bit of sadness, almost like he just lost something dear to him. The two figures grabbed each other’s hands, looked at each other, then faded away, instead of echoes, they left a great white light that completely covered the mindscape.

…

Mark woke up the next morning, gently opening his eyes. The sun was pouring through the blinds that covered his window nearest to his bed. He sat upwards and looked towards his door. He quickly got up and ran downstairs, like a child on Christmas morning. He was happy, almost excited. He defeated the being that haunted him.

He was about to call out to his friends, but his friends were asleep on the couch, bundled up in a mountain of blankets. He smiled at his comrades, if anyone deserved rest, they certainly did.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Three quiet short knocks sounded from the front door. Mark suddenly noticed he was wearing nothing but boxers. Using quick thinking, he ran to his bedroom, grabbed his flannel housecoat, put it on, and swiftly ran back stairs to the door.

He opened the door. “Hey, sorry I took so long, I just”-Amy was standing in front of him- “oh, hi,” he interrupted himself. “How are you?”

“I actually came to visit you,” she smiled gently. “I got a text from Tyler, I thought I’d come by.”

“Y-yeah.” Dammit, Tyler. “I’m doing much better, I just got a bit sick.”

He realized he was standing in her way. “Sorry! Come on in.”

He moved aside, sighed out into the hallway, and closed the door behind the blonde. “Tyler and Ethan are sleeping on the couch, rough night, you know?”

“Nightmare?” She asked quietly.

“How’d you know?” He faced towards her.“Lucky guess,” she joked, holding up her phone and pointing to it.

“Huh,” He looked back at Tyler, then back at her. “Do you want anything? Food? Anything to drink?”

“I really wanted to make sure you were okay,” she put her phone back her pocket and looked back towards him. “You do look better since we’ve last seen each other.”

“Yeah.” Mark glanced to the side.

“Mark,” she gained back his attention. “I’m sorry how things turned out. I should have helped you out, not just leave you.”

“Amy, you didn’t just leave me,” he assured. She wasn’t the problem.

“When two people get into a relationship, they are supposed to be there for each other.”

“You did was right for you, that’s fine, that’s what you should do.”

“But I didn’t do what was good for you.”

“Amy, you did, I would have tried to distract myself from my issues instead of solving them. I needed to figure things out and I did. You helped inadvertently… kinda.”

He grabbed her hands and gazed into her eyes. “Amy, whether you believe it or not, you helped me. You have been my motivation and the reason for my joy. You’re the most beautiful girl in the world and I’ve somehow been lucky enough to have met and get to know you.”

She looked back into his brown eyes and gained back her smile a bit. “I’m lucky enough to get to know one of the most kind and generous people I know.”

He smiled. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” she let go of his hands and hugged him.He quickly hugged her back. He missed her, he missed little moments like this. He missed feeling happy and content.“That’s so damn cute!” A familiar cheery voice complimented.

The couple let go of each other for and looked towards the source of the voice. Dammit Ethan. Tyler and Ethan peered over the couch, watching Mark and Amy. Tyler glared at Ethan, who blew their cover.

Amy and Mark laughed at the two eavesdroppers. “Well, so much for that moment,” Mark joked.

“Sorry!” Ethan cried with a small giggle.The couple went over to the couch and sat next to them, deciding that today should just be a makeup and break day. Mark normally abhorred the thought of a break, but today did not seem that bad.

“Let’s rewatch Stranger Things!” Ethan suggested.

“Hold up!” Amy exclaimed, taking her phone out of her pocket and went to her contacts. “Let’s get Kathryn over!”

Teamiplier was finally back to normal. No more Darkiplier, no more emotional breakdowns, and no more nightmares. All was safe and placid.

…

A creature lurked quietly in the dark side of the mindscape, he was wounded, but still alive. He wanted revenge but he knew that would not be a smart thing to do at this very moment. He needed to gain back his strength. He was fine in his little dark corner for now, but as soon as he felt the need or grew weary of the corner, he would be ready to strike.

The creature watched the brighter side of the mindscape, watched as the man who gave him life cuddling with his rekindled romantic interest and his team of friends on a couch, watching that weird show that everyone seems to enjoy. He smirked. Yeah, Mark would meet Dark again, stronger and definitely smarter.

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