#also the reason Blues bleeds yellow is because of this headcanon I have about robot master/reploid anatomy

[pale-opal]

I saw this post yesterday and I have decided that the answer is yes. To all of it. To show you what I mean, I wrote something for it (if that's okay). Also: I have decided to pretend that Cataclysm Theory (the idea that Zero killed off most or all of the original cast before getting sealed away) is canon for this (so there is a content warning for descriptions of death and violence (there's also some religious symbolism)), in order to help me get my point across a little better:

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Paved With Good Intentions - A Oneshot

It was over.

Thomas Light had, in every sense of the phrase, screwed up.

Not that it was entirely his fault, of course. Even when the world was being torn asunder right before his every eyes, he still knew how to show himself grace. He couldn't have possibly anticipated that the creation of X would have indirectly caused the deaths of his other children.

The monster had gotten to Blues first.

There wasn't much left of him, according to Rock. All that had been found at first was a puddle of yellow blood near the park he was known to frequent. Then Rock had found his scarf. And when he found a pair of broken sunglasses a little further away, that's when he realized something was wrong.

Rock, naturally, had been next. He had always possessed this need to do right, to bring justice. So of course he went to avenge his brother, once he brought what remained of him to Thomas. And of course he didn't surrender to the killer. Not even when he had just about been torn to pieces.

And yet, somehow, the beast wasn't satisfied. It desired more bloodshed, always more. So the other Robot Masters were next. Elec Man, Cut Man, Jewel Man, Splash Woman - every robot created by Dr. Light, gone in an instant. Soon Roll was the only one left.

Thomas thought he could do something different with her - keep her safe, keep her away from all of the suffering somehow. He had made precautions to change her appearance. Blonde hair to brown, blue eyes to gray. He'd bought her a sweater and pants to wear instead of her usual dress. Made her trade in wearing her hair tied up with a bow for pigtails. He'd even made changes to her frame so that she would be taller. But all of that wasn't enough. All it took was her taking a step outside to go to the store, and she was finished.

And now Thomas sat in his living room, held at buster-point on his very own couch. And it was here, in this dire state, that he came face-to-face with the murderer of his children. He wasn't anything like he thought. In fact, he looked no older than X had been designed to be: fifteen years old. And he had the most curious blue eyes and blond hair. Not to mention the way his eyes sparkled when he looked around the room - he was like a child, one who had been taken to an aquarium or to the zoo for the first time. Just like how Roll and Rock and Blues had been when they were first created. But even Lucifer was called an angel of light, Thomas reminded himself. Even if the wretch before him possessed some form of innocence, he had still killed almost every creation of his that he held dear. Thomas could not afford to let his guard down, could not afford to let this demon take anymore from him than he already had. He still had one child left, after all.

"What is it that you want?" Thomas asked finally, staring into the eyes of the creature before him.

At first, the thing looked him up and down, assessing him. No doubt checking to see if he's a threat. Once he'd come to a determination, he spoke: "Mega Man." Thomas blinked, stunned. "What?" "I want to see Mega Man. I was sent to destroy him." Thomas almost checked the little devil in the face at hearing that, but he managed to control himself. "Nonsense. You have already killed him."

The response Thomas got made his blood run cold. "There is another."

X.

He's talking about X. "No," Thomas lied, not knowing what else to do. "There isn't. You are mistaken." The fiend's eyes narrowed, and his buster began to squeal. "I suggest you stop lying to me." "You seem awfully sure of yourself," Thomas commented. "Who told you that there was a second Mega Man?" "My creator."

"And who is that?"

"Dr. Albert Wily."

Ah.

Now that explained everything. It told Thomas everything he needed to know - why this brute of an automaton had been so bent on killing everyone he had ever created, why he wanted nothing more than to destroy Rock and X. "I see."

"So?"

"'So' what?"

"So where is the second Mega Man?"

"I haven't the slightest idea what you are talking about."

The vermin's voice ran icy. "Liar."

BANG! Thomas hissed as a buster shot grazed his shoulder, and burned a nicely sized hole in his wall. "I suggest you start telling me the truth," the blond demon said. "Or else my next shot will go through your head." "If you kill me," Thomas retorted, "You'll never know where he is. Only I know of his location." The devil pursed his lips. Thomas tried not to grin - now was his chance to get him on the ropes. "Although, I don't think I should tell you. It's for your own good, really."

"How so?"

"Well... what do you think Wily will do, once you've killed the last of my creations?" The monster paused for a moment. Then, he answered in a way that made Thomas want to gag from how innocent it was. "He... he would be proud of me."

"Psh. That isn't the case at all." Thomas couldn't help but shiver with satisfaction when the beast's face fell. Good, he thought. Be disappointed. Feel a fraction of what I have felt because of you. "Are you familiar with the Robot Master 'Clown Man'?" "I don't believe I am." "Well, of course you aren't. When Wily had no need for a clown-based Robot Master, he scrapped him. And... well, you do know Frost Man, don't you? He used his parts to create him." The fiend's eyes grew wide, but the gesture dissolved as quickly as it had taken place. It was soon replaced with a head tilt, a sure sign of confusion. "What are you saying?"

"Once he has no use for you, you'll be disposed of - he'll kill you."

The blond beast sucked in a breath from shock, and for a brief, fleeting instant, Thomas felt bad for scaring him. But he soon remembered what became of his children, and the guilt is then swapped for rage. He didn't sympathize in the slightest when the monster spoke again. "But - but he loves me. He - he said so." "You really are stupid, aren't you?" Thomas snapped, and felt himself glare. "Albert will do anything to get the results he wants. And he's not one to leave loose ends lying around, unless he believes that they will be useful later. And he won't have anything for you to do, once you kill X. And you've swept through all of my other robots - you're too dangerous to keep around." The brute said nothing, at first. He simply lowered and deactivated his buster after about a minute, then told Thomas his next course of action: "Then I will kill him first. And when that's done, I will return and kill the second Mega Man. Then my purpose will be fulfilled, and I can continue to live." Thomas gasped in horror as the wretch began to leave. That wasn't what he had intended! Not at all. "What - no, no! You can't do that - that's a crime. You'll - you'll be hunted down, and killed anyway. You'll just make things worse for yourse--" The Wilybot stopped only to give a brief answer before he left. "Then I will kill those who hunt me." And with that, the monster was gone, out the front door - out the way he came. Thomas' whole body tensed, cold sweat running down his back. He needed to make a phone call.

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Pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up -

A soft click on the other line made Thomas sigh in relief. Finally, after fifteen tries, Albert had gotten to the phone. His familiar dry, nearly hoarse vocal tones soon followed. "Who is this?! What do you want?! I am a very busy man, you know! If I don't pick up three times, that's a sign you should stop calling me! And how did you even get this number?! This is a private line -" "Albert. Albert, it's me. It's Thomas." That put a stop to Albert's rant quickly. A stubborn hmph came from Albert's mouth. "What do you want from me, Light?" "It's about the robot you sent to my home." Albert laughed, shrill and excited. "Ahaha! So Zero made it to you, then? I know he's killed your robots. Are you here to whine and complain about having finally lost? Or perhaps he hasn't gotten to all the disgraces you call 'creations' yet, and you want to beg for mercy. If so, that's fine. Just plead for it and admit that I'm the best, and I might just consider it." Zero, Thomas thought to himself. So that's that thing's name. "No. It's not like that at all." Thomas could just about see Albert's frown. "Then what is it?" "I called to warn you."

"Warn me?" Albert crowed. "Warn me about what? You're the one who's got a killer robot out to have your head, Light." "Not anymore," Thomas stated. "He wants you dead, now." Albert was silent. "Albert? Do you hear me?" "Stop messing with me, Light. Zero has been nothing but obedient-" A sharp scream cut Albert off from his train of thought. "...Shadow Man?"

Another voice could be heard over the phone. "Metal Man! Metal, help me! He wants to get to the Doctor -- AAAAUUGH!"

The sound of Shadow Man screaming as he fought to stay alive seemed to give Albert all the evidence he needed that his life was, in fact, in danger. "BASS!" Thomas jerked his head away from the receiver - he didn't know Wily knew how to yell like that. He returned the phone to his ear when Bass could be heard. "What do you want, old man?" A bark came from somewhere nearby - Treble was with him. "Fuse with Treble so you can fly out of here. You need to go. Do you hear me?"

"What?! Why? What's goin'--" Another loud scream echoed through the receiver, and the sound of a door sliding open came afterward. "Dr. Wily." It was Zero. "I know you are here. I have to speak with you."

Albert's tone took one a thick hint of affection. "About what, son?" Bass made a tch sound in the background.

"I know you intend to kill me, once I kill the second Mega Man."

"What?! No, I wouldn't - one second." Wily spoke harshly into his phone. "What did you tell Zero, Light?"

"I - I wanted to get him to change his mind about killing X. He's all I have left."

"Oh, so it's all well and good if he kills me, then?"

"No! I didn't want any of this to happen, I-"

"So why in the world did you make him think that I would want him dead?!"

"Well maybe," Thomas began, "You shouldn't have stolen X's blueprints. Maybe then none of this would be happening. Did you ever think about that, Albert? That maybe you have a part to play in all this?"

Albert huffed. "Whatever, Light. now if you excuse me, I have to do damage control." His tone became sweet again when he spoke to Zero. "Now, Zero. Think for a moment. Why would I want to hurt you? I spent so much time and effort making you-"

"You did the same for Clown Man, did you not? And yet, you discarded him to create Frost Man."

A little gasp came from Albert's mouth. "That's - I - That's not..!"

"Silence." Zero's voice sounded closer. "I will not allow you to dispose of me. You will die before I permit that."

Albert's voice was far from the phone now, and Thomas had to strain to hear him. "Bass, get out of here."

"...I ain't doin' that."

"Don't you understand what's about to happen?! He's going to-" "Not on my watch. C'mon, Treble!" A final bark was heard, and a loud whoosh took its place as Bass and Treble presumably fused. "Hey, oversized slag! Nobody lays a finger on my old man, you hear me?!"

Busters fired off, one after the other. Metal scrapped against metal, and Albert desperately begged his two robots to stop fighting each other - but Zero's name was said the most. It seemed like he was doing the most damage. A horrible, sickening shriek came out of Bass before it was abruptly quieted, and then the sound of a sharp clang. But there was nothing after that. "...Albert?" Thomas asked, hesitant. "Albert are you there?" A low sigh was Albert's response. "You're still here, Light?"

"Yes -what happened? Are you alright?"

Albert snorted. "Well, let's see, Light. One of my sons is dead, and I just knocked my other son out with a piece of rebar. How do you THINK I'm doing?" Thomas could hear Albert swallow, and his voice indicated that he was fighting back tears. "Zero will only be out for a few moments, I need to - how did this even... what am I going to do?"

"Albert," Thomas started again. "I'm so-" But Thomas wasn't given a chance to get the word "sorry" out of his mouth. "Thomas?"

"Yes, Albert?"

"Never call me again."

"...I understand."

Thomas didn't need to be told to hang up.

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Thomas licked one last envelope closed as he rose from his desk. He had spent the last week writing letters. One for Mikhail, one for Noele, one for Pedro, and even one for Albert.

Now all he had to do was mail them.

But before he left his house, he threw his key to his private lab into the trash. Not the best means of disposal, he knew, but he didn't have any other ideas. At least it bought X some time to finish his thirty years of stasis undisturbed. Thomas had no doubt that Zero would come for X again. He knew, deep down, even though he wasn't entirely sure how he knew, that Albert wouldn't have scrapped his last creation - even if it was abundantly clear to him now that Zero was nothing more than a wolf in sheep's clothing. He made his way to the mailbox outside, letters in hand. He was about to put them in the slot, send out what may very well have been his last words (he had been having the most terrible headaches lately - he suspected that it was nothing but paranoia, but he couldn't shake the feeling that it was connected to something worse. He would have to schedule a doctor's appointment) to his longtime friends (or longtime former friends, in Albert's case). Every note contained an apology, a summation of things he would've done differently. The ones to Mikhail and Albert were especially long. What else could he do, for a man who had his daughter kidnapped due a rivalry that Thomas had failed to nip in the bud long ago. And what else could he do for a man who had lost both of his sons because of his unhindered need to push the limits of robots could do? That was how all of this had happened, right? Who did Thomas think he was, playing God? Giving life when there was none? Giving free will to machines? And at the same time, he couldn't firmly say that he would take any of what he had done back. So all he could do was say that he was sorry, in every sense of the word, and talk about how he wished things had been different.

But then, he recalled the tears he had shed while he had been writing, how the drops of saline had stained the pages. He couldn't send those letters. The last thing he wanted to do was give his friends something to worry about. Thomas turned and went back inside. He would rewrite the letters in the next day - it was getting late, and he was tired. He slid the envelopes back into his desk drawer, showered, and changed into his nightclothes before heading to bed. But the letters were never sent out.

Because in the morning, he did not wake.

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And... yeah, that's about it! This was my first time writing a sympathetic Dr. Wily, so I hope that it turned out okay. But I'm feeling pretty good about this one. What I was trying to say here is that Dr. Light definitely had a sense that things were going south, and that he had something to do with it. He would probably try to right his wrongs where he could, and for what he couldn't change... well, I suppose we have the X series to answer that. (Also, I suspect that I was subconsciously inspired by "Double-Cross" by kaguys2pt0 (via ao3), so check that out as well (heads up before reading, though: there is strong language present in that fic. A lot of strong language).)

do you think light could feel the impending chaos in his bones? do you think he sat in his lab and cried from time to time? do you think he dreamed of times long gone, of regrets he'd moved on from but still lingered in the back of his mind? do you think he wrote unsent letters to everyone he ever loved? did he die scared? alone? relieved? at peace?

[poepoe-thebunny]

Spider Noir Colorful Headcanons

So I mentioned in another post this headcanon I have that Noir CAN become colorful and it's in my head, so here are some random plot bunnies and ideas of how that can happen. Cause reasons.

1) There are a couple of different reasons and ways for Noir to gain color. It's very rare for it to be a full body thing though, so he kinda just gets splotches of color that "bleed" into the black and white. Like he got covered in paintballs or something.

2) Once the Fam finds out though, they spend weeks experimenting with it (and smothering Noir in affection) just to see what happens. They discovered:

A) They can "give" Noir color, but it takes time and focus. It's also temporary, versus something more permanent or long lasting like magic. Touching him seems to be the easiest way to "transfer" colors.

B) Because it's "their" colors being used, the actual color palette and aesthetic changes somewhat depending on who is touching Noir. Probably a weird byproduct of dimensional science stuff.

C) If the colors don't come from another person (eg he turns colorful via a magical spell cause reasons), he turns colorful but the colors are all muted and shadowy due to his own dimensions aesthetic.

3) Noir actually enjoys experimenting with the colors, and can spend hours with the Fam playfully poking and hugging him just to see what happens.

4) To be clear, the only thing that changes are the colors. Not the actual cut or design of his clothing or suit. The contrast is part of why it can sometimes look so ridiculous.

5) Since the fam has to practice giving Noir colors, they color combination doesn't always turn out the same every time.

A) Ham's is obviously the brightest one. The black of his spider suit and hat comes out lighter, sometimes gray, or red, sometimes lined with the classic spider man blue. His goggles sometimes come out brown, like old school pilot aviators. They are exceedingly bright and light, with blocks of color versus something blended, like old 1960s or 1970s cartoon clothing, with very little shadowy details. The lines of his suit become bolder and darker, less like stitches and more like ink lines.

B) Gwen's colors, much like her dimension, have an almost cyber punk neon aspect to them. Blues and teals cutting through neon Pinks and purples, with the lines slightly blurred like watery mist making paint bleed together. The coat and suit usually stay black, but sometimes shifts between highlights of a deep neon purple or teal, and Gwen's own white suit. Sometimes the colors streak together in a gradiant. Most commonly, the seams of his clothes turn into pops of brighter colors. The finish of his belt changes, and shines metalic sometimes. It reminds Noir of the lights in old bar signs, staticky bright and electric but blurred at the end with smoky shadows, never a true dark but rather tinted something softer, like sunlight shining through the surface of water.

C) With Peni his clothes are still predominantly black, or dark, since Peni herself wears the color. But it's not a pure deep black, instead turning a blue-black or smoky charcoal gray, something with a hint of brightness and warmth to it. Even the seams of his suit can turn white or red, as if to mimic the stripes of Peni's clothes. There are splashes of color in his boots, belt and hat as they occasionally shift to the bright red and blue of Sp//der or the pinky-purple or red-purple of Peni's shoelaces or skyscrapers. What strikes Noir the most is that light seems to stick to certain parts of the fabric, dappled across the suit and gleaming like the metal of the robot suit or Peni's hair. On Noir it almost looks like the shine of new leather, but it brings light to the layout of the fabric, sofens it and rounds it out in a way he has only ever seen on Peni.

D) Almost everything in Peter B's universe has that classic look to it, the suit and city lights are the boldest color, but scenes with MJ have that pastel background and warm yellow-peach overtone to them. It's why the green toned jacket looks so jarring the first time you see it. When the suit does gain color, it tends to look the most like Peter B's classic Spider-Man suit, red and blue although it lacks the bolder black webbing design in anywhere else but the mask. The coat and mask don't turn the green of Peter B's jacket, but instead come out a lighter brown-green. When the others saw it, they were all starkly aware of how similar the two spiders looked.

E) Miles probably creates the suit most accurate to Noir's own, since his own suit has such a large amount of black on it. Everything about Mile's colors look sleeker, Noir realizes, everything from the bright red lines of his mask, to the frames and glasses of his goggles, even the typically bulky parts of his boots and belt. Given Miles penchant for scarlet hoody's, it's the only time Noir's jacket has ever turned such a bright red. The light doesn't stick like with Peni's colors, instead it shifts in narrow patches, gleaming and reflecting off the silvery-grey buttons and seams, or the milky-white lenses of his goggles. The shadows of Miles colors don't move like Noir's own, even in the dark the details seem warm and visible, and the scarlet seems to cling to patches of his suit, like the thick lines of his vest or the rim of his hat. Noir can't fathom how something can be both black, and so colorful.

[moon--melon]

[OLD] Theory on Darkiplier

@markiplier (This theory goes far down the rabbit hole oh my god. One of these days, I’ll actually get Mark to see this stuff :P)

Ever since the release of A Date with Markiplier, I’ve wondered what Darkiplier’s true intentions and motivations were. After Markiplier TV, I was convinced that I had a pretty good explanation.

I think it’s safe to say that, personality wise, we know the most about Darkiplier (Next to Wilford Warfstache). Since Dark has only been in a few videos with little dialogue, his character hasn’t had time to develop fully yet. Thankfully though, Mark helped out by explaining who Dark is in this video: Mark on Darkiplier. (This video comes from a livestream)

I’ve seen many different portrayals of this suit-wearing version of Darkiplier (a.k.a. the official version), and some versions I’ve seen of him have him giving in and turning good when true love is shared with him. In my eyes, Dark is a demonic entity from another realm who cannot feel any human emotions. He can express them, but he cannot feel them, if that makes sense. Basically, Dark can replicate/fake human emotions such as caring, only to manipulate others:

“[Darkiplier] he’s a social manipulator” Says Mark ( Mark on Darkiplier ) “He is….he is literally 100% manipulative. He leads you into this false sense of security and wants you to trust him because he wants to take advantage of you”.

“In my mind, Darkiplier is an entirely different person from me, but much like Warfstache, doesn’t obey the laws of physics. He exists in—like—another world entirely and bleeds through into this one” This statement confirms the fact that Dark is an entity from some other universe/realm/reality/whatever you want to call it.

“…that was my clue to reveal that…he is NOT your friend”. Mark clearly wants to get it through our heads that his version of Darkiplier (the one I personally consider to be canon/official) is pure evil, and could never feel any type of love or compassion for anyone or anything, other than himself.

Now that the definition of Darkiplier’s character is out of the way, it’s time to discuss what I personally think is going on. (This is my headcanon story thing :P)

A few years ago, as Mark’s channel gradually gained popularity, a certain someone observed from afar: Darkiplier. During the old days of Mark’s channel, Dark (whose real name is unknown), meticulously watched and analyzed the YouTuber’s growth. Feeling like he could gain something from this, Dark revealed himself to [2012] Mark one day, requesting a partnership. Using his manipulative skills, Dark promised Mark to help him create quality content for his fans, …but of course, there was a catch. Dark wanted…to be let in. Dark wanted payment for the service he’d be providing, and that payment would be the power from the love of Mark’s fans (I theorize it to be). Although reluctant, Mark agreed, and thus began a collaboration full of lies and manipulation. Mark, quite literally, made a deal with the devil.

Videos such as: Don’t Blink, Don’t Move, and Raspy Hill, were all created with the help of Darkiplier. Things were great; Mark was gaining more and more views and subscribers as Dark assisted him with scary video ideas, thus allowing the community of fans to grow. Overtime, Dark awaited Mark’s end of the deal, but being anxious and unsure, Mark kept putting it off, always promising to Dark that he’ll eventually allow him to do whatever he needs so that they’d be even. (Dark’s payment is probably something along the lines of…possession, or stealing power. Something demonic and manipulative, of course).

As the fanbase grew, …so did some theories and ideas. Fans started creating their own versions of Darkiplier (not being aware that Dark is an actual entity, and not a creation of Mark’s), basing them off of the scary videos Mark has created (with the actual Dark). Obviously, since this was a fandom like any other, some fans took the idea of Darkiplier and changed it for fan fictions and suggestive fan art. As Dark ignored this “insolence”, Mark…took notice of it. With every new piece of Darkiplier fan art, Mark slowly drifted away from Dark, not wanting anything to do with him anymore, …or the deal that they agreed on years ago in 2012.

All Mark did was joke about Darkiplier, eventually making this video in August of 2016 to tease the idea of him even more: relax.

Finally, in October of 2016, Mark took it a step further by taking on the persona of an emo teenager on twitter, who he called “the canon Darkiplier”.

As a result of this, Darkiplier was furious. Tired of this mockery, Dark finally decided to act his revenge on Mark.

As a final act of trickery, Dark pretended to collaborate with Mark on the A Date with Markiplier video. But in reality, Dark used this opportunity to get a certain message across. Being an idiot, Mark just thought that this was a part of Dark’s scary act, so he didn’t cut it out of the final video.

In the Darkiplier route, Dark says this: “Did you miss me? I missed you…very much”  this is him speaking to the fans, attempting to gain their trust, wanting to use their love against them. Dark refers to the fact that it’s been so long since him and Mark actually did a video together, so we, the fans, haven’t seen him in a long time: “I’ve been waiting a long time to see you again…” .

Dark acknowledges the fact that he’s being made fun of by Mark, and that he’s been replaced by that ridiculous emo character: “I’ve been pushed aside…replaced…mocked”. Then he refers to the fact that Mark ignored him, and didn’t ask for help while making the A Date with Markiplier Video, so Dark himself had to offer his help, and only then, did Mark collaborate with him again: “ …and then he had the gall to not invite me to his little adventure with you”.

Fed up with everything, Dark tells this to the audience: “No more…never again”. “I’ve been waiting patiently! He promised he would let me in…again. I’m tired of giving people a choice”.

After the success of A Date with Markiplier, Dark secretly continued with his plan, …deciding that he…needed help to accomplish his cruel objective.

Back in the day, while working with Mark, Dark met Wilford Warfstache. But before officially meeting him, the devilish entity watched Wilford, just like he did Mark. After shooting and killing his girlfriend, her husband, their dog, and their neighbor, Wilford burned the house down and ran away, evading the police [Source: The Warfstache Affair]. Dark took interest in this, seeing potential in the journalist, who was now a wanted criminal.

Unfortunately, Wilford was apprehended by the police on a rooftop, after being shot down [Source: The Ned Affair]. Sitting in jail, after leaving the hospital for his wounds, Warfstache was visited by Dark. Dark promised to get Wilford out of jail, IF the mustached murderer agreed to help him. (During this time, Dark and Mark were still working together, so Dark just wanted Wilford so he could have another person to manipulate and use) Warfstache agreed, and the two became “friends” ever since.

When Dark started developing his plan against Mark, he asked Warfstache for assistance, and he gladly agreed to help.

Back when Dark and Warf first met, Dark started to observe more and more people. None of them were too special…they were just people who could possibly be manipulated for Dark’s own gain. To be specific, they were: a doctor, an author, a superhero, a gameshow host, a robot, and a salesman. Sound familiar? Well, they should. Being busy with Mark, Dark only kept those people in mind, deciding to observe them later if he needed to.

Well, after A Date with Markiplier, Dark remembered all of those people. Thinking he could use more fools to manipulate for his big plan, he decided to recruit them. Lucky for Dark, most of those people were down on their luck.

The superhero, named Silver Shepard, quit his job of being a superhero to pursue a career in entertainment, but was having a hard time in doing so.

The author, now known as “The Host”, was having conflicting thoughts with himself, that being the reason why he changed his status name.

The robot, named Google, used to be owned by a man named Matthias, but was thrown out when the owner had a baby.

The gameshow host, named Bim Trimmer, was left without a job when the TV show “Hire my Ass” was cancelled.

These 6 people (which includes Dr. Iplier and Ed Egar) were perfect for Dark’s plan. So, he visited each and every single one of them, promising them whatever they desired if they followed through with the plan. They all agreed.

At the end of Markiplier TV, we see Darkiplier and Wilford Warfstache having a meeting with Google, Dr. Iplier, The Host, Bim Trimmer, Ed Edgar, and Silver Shepard. Markiplier TV was created by Wilford; it was his contribution to the plan. This is made evident when Dark asks Wilford: “How is this supposed to help us take back control? …We are the heart and soul of this channel after all”.

This is all for the big plan. Yes, they’re baby steps, but Dark definitely has something up his sleeve. If I haven’t already made it obvious, Dark doesn’t care about any of the people in his group, not even Wilford. Many people I’ve talked with think that Dark and Warf are actual friends, but why would Mark emphasize the fact that Dark is a social manipulator, and then show Dark having a genuine relationship with Warf? Dark is using Warfstache, and everyone else in the group, even the highly intelligent AI: Google.

Speaking of Google, he also has his own little way of contributing to the big plan in this video: Google Gets an Upgrade. In this video, Google v1.0 [Blue] upgrades, which results in him multiplying. In doing this, he creates Google v2.0 [Red], Google v3.0 [Yellow], and Google v4.0 [Green]. ((V stands for version. I numbered them in order of appearance)).

Mark is a clever guy. I don’t think he’s adding all these little details by accident. Maybe I’m just being overly analytical, but notice how Mark links Markiplier TV at the end of Google Gets an Upgrade. I think that’s no mistake. It’s a very telling clue. It suggests that the two videos are most definitely connected.

Now, that’s just what I think. I’d love to hear your theories on the matter! I’d also love for my silly little theories to get spread around. I know it’s hard for Mark to see everything on here, but reblogging this could definitely help out. Likes are always appreciated and hoped for, but reblogging gives a better chance of Mark seeing this!

Thank you