#it's always yancy this and illinois that and I love them too BUT HEIST MARK IS RIGHT THERE??

[amee-racle-ofmyown]

your hands have always held their own

Heist!Mark x reader | Words: 1,063 | read on AO3

Heist!Mark finally asks his partner in crime out on that date.

It was early evening and you and your heist partner sat nearly shoulder to shoulder in your shared living room. The sun hung low, just barely brushing its rays against the clouds, tinging their edges amber and yellow.

Recently, there had been a lot more of these calm afternoons where you would sit together, discussing everything and nothing, perhaps watching TV or whatever videos took both your fancy; sometimes you simply watched the sky until you felt sleepy. Occasionally one of his hands might come up to play idly with your hair (a more affectionate gesture than either of you had ever previously initiated, but you didn't really mind, and neither of you mentioned it).

'This next heist…’ he started, ‘it's supposed to set us up, pretty much for life. And it got me thinking—'

'That's dangerous,' you interrupted.

'Yeah, maybe for you,' he quipped back, eyebrows raised mockingly, but there was no malice in his voice.

'Anyway,' he continued, voice softening. 'I was thinking about the future and stuff. Like, what do we do after this? And as nice as it would be to be able to relax and just enjoy the rest of our lives without worrying about the next spot to rob, I think I would kind of miss doing these jobs with you.'

That got your full attention. He wasn't quite meeting your eyes — instead, a loose strand on his clothes was apparently very interesting — but something about his words and the gentle sincerity with which he'd spoken them took you a little off-guard.

‘...I hadn't really thought much about it. About what happens after.’ And it was true, you hadn't; nothing past the first few wild, exciting dreams that sprung to mind when reading the amount of money the pair of you were being offered for this particular artefact. No real, solid plans.

‘I think I'd miss it too,’ you continued quietly. ‘But I mean, who's to say we can't do a couple more every once in a while, just for the fun of it, y'know? We don't even have to go after anything that valuable. More like just… for old times’ sake.’ You caught his gaze and he smiled, a little fond and a little hopeful, dark eyes twinkling.

‘Yeah, cool… So, uhm,’ he averted his gaze again and you couldn't help but find his uncharacteristic hesitance and bashfulness adorable, wondering what was on his mind that was making him act this awkward.

‘So I was wondering, once this heist is over, if you'd maybe wanna go out sometime?’

‘Sure, is that it?’ you question, oblivious. (Or maybe not wanting to get ahead of yourself. Surely there's no way he meant it like that.)

Your crime partner’s head perked up, eyes wide and looking directly into yours, as if searching for something.

‘Really?’

‘Umm, yeah?’ you say, incredulous. ‘What's got you so nervous? And… surprised? We go out together all the time.’

‘No, buddy, you don't get it…’ he said, sat looking a little like a kicked puppy. The look of disappointment that crossed his face broke your heart and instantly made you regret your words.

His hands returned to fidgeting and oh, you wanted to take those hands in yours and ease the nerves from his palms, thread his fingers through your own, press your lips to his knuckles.

Mark sighed. One of his hands came to rest on his knee while the other carded through his hair. You found yourself wanting to do the same.

‘Listen…’ he began again, eyes downcast while his hand came to rest in his lap. ‘We've been friends for what feels like ages now, working together for even longer. I know we butt heads at times, I can be an idiot and you can get on my nerves but-’ Finally his eyes met yours, and the affection in them made your breath catch in your throat.

The sun was setting by now, casting a gorgeous orange glow through the room and over his features. It made his eyes appear almost golden, and it suddenly occurred to you that no shiny trinket you could steal could ever possibly be worth more than the look those eyes were giving you in this moment. You internally cringed at the thought, but you couldn't deny it was true.

‘You're really important to me,’ he said earnestly. ‘I don't always agree with you but I always trust your judgement. I probably trust you more than anyone else, to be honest. You're my best friend, and maybe I'm wrong, but I think there could be something else here? And I wanna try being more? If that's okay with you.’

‘You mean-’

‘Yeah.’ He took your hand, said your name, foregoing any of his nicknames for you. ‘I love you — I always have, as a friend, but I think I have feelings for you. So, if you reciprocate even a little, let me take you out. On a real date. And if things don't work out,’ (you didn't miss the small flicker of something sad as he added that part) ‘well, we can still work together. And we'll still be friends, right?’ he asked hopefully.

You could feel your heart thrumming wildly, from his words, the intensity of his gaze and the warmth radiating from his hand to yours.

You took his other hand, the one still atop his knee, and replied softly: ‘I'd really love that, actually. To go on a date with you, I mean.’

The smile he gave you was genuine, unlike the typical cocky. It was wide and crinkled the skin beneath his eyes. You briefly wondered whether he could feel your racing pulse through your intertwined hands.

‘Then it's agreed. After the heist.’

‘After the heist,’ you promised.

Inevitably, you would run into problems and possibly danger in your next heist, as you usually did, but you trusted Mark, and you knew you could count on him when push came to shove. You knew that you would follow him anywhere, and the two of you had a better chance of conquering any obstacles you faced if you were together, as you always had.

The sun dipped beneath the clouds, the room was warm, and things felt comfortably the same and yet like this was a turning point for the pair of you.

You were sure this heist would be one to remember.

#(title is from Violet by Wild Party) #gender neutral reader #gender neutral y/n #I love them the sillies #this is straight up the softest of fluff #I got embarrassed and cringed writing this but I hope it's worth putting out there and someone else will enjoy it #there is NOT enough heist mark content #like what there is in terms of fics is SO GOOD don't get me wrong there's just not a lot #so I hope I can make some decent contributions for the heist stans out there lolol #it's always yancy this and illinois that and I love them too BUT HEIST MARK IS RIGHT THERE?? #HE SPECIFICALLY BRINGS UP THAT YOU HAD PREVIOUSLY ESTABLISHED TO GO ON A DATE? WHY IS MY BOY SO OVERLOOKED #MAKE IT MAKE SENSE #I love this man... sorta underrated ego ngl #maybe bc he gets dumped in with actor which is valid and understandable tbh but like.. he's his own character too :( #sorry I'm very passionate #I'm just a sucker for friends to lovers basically #ahwm #a heist with markiplier #markiplier egos #markiplier cu #heist mark #heist!mark #heist mark x y/n #heist mark x reader #mark iplier #amee writes #partners in crime

[noya-does-shit]

My thoughts on ISWM 2

I just finished inwm part 2 and here are my thoughts & theories/timeline assumptions. Also obviously spoilers!

So first off I loved it beautifully written & shot. You could tell a lot of love, effort, and time went into it, and it was amazing to see a lot of creators I love in it. The pacing was good and, I loved how they saved a lot of the heavier stuff for part 2. It was also wonderful seeing so many beloved egos making an appearance like Jim, warfstache, and Illinois even if they had smaller roles. That's all not mentioning the new egos such as dadiplier, pornstar mark, and engineer mark. Also the yancy scene was phenomenal, I love the emotions in it and I just love that the talk 'you' had with him in ahwm meant so much to him. Also the other actors even the ones with small roles like matpat and Dan avidan make the movie(? video? Whatever you would call it) much more of a captivating experience. It was everything I was hoping for and more!

The music mixing was also amazing, I loved how most of the bg music was different renditions of 'space is so cool' and the completely new song was also really good.

Theorys(?)

I really enjoyed how 'you' were always painted as the "bad guy" despite seeming just being a chaotic neutral if not a good being. The difference all depends on if you have complete control of the warp crystal.

If you do then I could see how 'you' could be painted as the "bad guy" who only cares about themself and the thrill of the adventure, despite seeming trying to fix the paradox. (It also kinda depends on if at the end you choose to 'hold on' or 'let go' but that's besides the point)

If 'you' don't have full control that's a different story though, because at the end of the day the warp crystal seemingly fussed itself with 'you' without your control, and if it is at least semi sentient or can just go off whenever (which is my guess) it could seemingly be trying to actively stop you from fixing the paradox, which in turn makes it look like your just trying to avoid fixing it despite it being out of your control.

Time line assumptions

So this is both kinda easy and kinda hard to have an explanation for but I think I have a good idea. The fact that there are multiple universes/timelines makes it easier to have explanations for things but it's harder to place what universes and when.

So for starters the main events in relation to the other stories (ie: ahwm, adwm, and wkm) so my first thoughts were that iswm and ahwm took place in the same universes which could explain why you see/hear about Yancy, Illinois, and heist mark. With 'you' just moving through different parts of the timeline, and I thought the ending kinda confirmed it. But then I started thinking, most of the story is more universes based as opposed to being more timeline bassed as ahwm seemed to be. So what I think is that in the "hold on" ending you throw the crystal into a wormhole and the crystal lands In a different universes where someone (presumably lady) finds it and (maybe?) stores it for safe keeping either disguising it as the box or maybe someone down the road finds it and turns it into the box? I'm not 100% sure. Although I'm pretty sure it's the crystal on the box that 'you' stole in ahwm given they seem to hold the same properties.

I also think that the crystal probably needs some sort of host or power source to be activated because otherwise it probably would have collapsed the universes long before mark(?) was able to find it.

Either way it being a different universes explains a lot, because while arguably there can be more than one mark ego in a universes there tends to be only one 'mane mark' (ie: heist mark, engineer mark, and date mark) so presumably there would be more than one 'you' explaining why someone Yancy or Illinois would recognize 'you'. And you could argue that "well 'you' recognize them too" but do 'you'? In situations like the old detective movie scenes 'you' presumably have no idea what's going on but 'you' just roll with it. The biggest problem with this assumption tho comes with the Yancy scene because of the part where 'you' point at him & the part where 'you' put your hand up to the glass. And I'll be honest I don't have an explanation for that but I'll think on this timeline theory more.

That's all I have it's 2:30 in the morning and I should go to bed but if you want to hear more of my theories, debate them or just general head cannons for the characters I would love to oblige you! My ask box is always open

@markiplier

#in space with markiplier #iswm #iswm lore #markiplier #iswm theory #theories #i spent way too long on this #i should sleep #lore

[weirdlyobsessedwithegos]

Masterlist of fics

All my fics are gender neutral unless explicitly stated otherwise! Fics in written chronological order under each ego ^_^ Updated: 12/07-2022

All fics

Total fics: 71

What egos: Actor, The Author, Darkiplier, Damien, Engineer, Eric Derekson, Googleiplier, Heist, the Host, Illinois, Wilford Warfstache, Yancy

Actor!Mark

Prompt: “I think you’re amazing…even if I don’t say it much, I really do. The things you do…”

Prompt: Maybe reader is just feelin sad or lonely, needs some cuddles. Just lonely cuddles with actor?

Prompt: Reader loves to pamper and compliment Actor (Male reader)

The Author

Prompt: “We can never be together” kiss

Darkiplier

A lot more than static: You’re the DA, left behind in the mirror. What happens to you?

Chapter 1/3, Chapter 2/3 Chapter 3/3

Prompt: “You’re going to smother me in my sleep aren’t you?”/“I can’t believe that I’m snowed in. With you” + Wilford

Prompt: “[David Attenborough voice] And here we see the lesser spotted ____ in their natural habitat” (Male reader)

Fic: You’re a merperson, and Dark comes to your usual meeting

Prompt: Jealous kiss/“Are you angry…?”

Fic: Some slight angst/comfort with DA reader

Prompt: One Small Kiss, Pulling Away For An Instant, Then Devouring Each Other/Kisses Meant To Distract The Other Person From Whatever They Were Intently Doing

Prompt: Dark wanting to make a special dinner but he gives up and just makes pasta but y/n is like ??? because the pasta is really good

Fic: Reader is the former DA & Y/N. Dark thinks there has always been something with their eyes

Prompt: Dark being soft around his S/O, but still scary as hell, so he ask why they aren’t scared of him

Prompt: Dark comforting reader who gets overwhelmed by emotions

Prompt: Dark has a really shitty day, reader comforts him

Prompt: Another just-past-platonic Wilford x reader x Dark

Prompt: “She’s crying, what do I do?” “Go comfort her.” “How do I do that?” “Start with hugs.” “With what?” (+Yancy)

Prompt: You shouldn’t have heard that.” / “I’m trying to have a serious conversation with you!” “And I’m trying to subtly avoid it!” / “I’m fine.” “You don’t look fine.” “Then stop looking.”

Prompt: Dark discovering reader and Anti up way too late playing Minecraft

Prompt: Cuddling with Dark and Wilford

Prompt: “I hate you.” “Why? I’m lovely.”/ “It’s a good thing you’re cute when you’re angry.”

Fic: A small something for Dark’s birthday

Prompt: Dark and reader dancing in his office leading to kissing

Fic: Cryptid Y/N and how Dark discovers how not human they are (very light on pairing/relationship)

Damien

Prompt: You and Damien have to play straight at a party (Male reader)

Engineer Mark

Fic: Exploring how the Captain felt in one ending

Fic: How is it for the Captain to finally get to their destination, and can they get some rest?

Eric Derekson

Fic series - Poly relationship with Eric x reader x Dark

First: Eric comes to your and Dark’s apartment  Second: You and Dark being a bit touchy and fond with Eric  Third: Eric realises and get told that you and Dark are courting him

Prompt: Cuddling with Eric during a thunderstorm

Prompt: Starting With A Kiss Meant To Be Gentle, Ending Up In Passion

Prompt: Against a wall kiss / Following The Kiss With A Series Of Kisses Down The Neck 

Prompt: Eric and greaser reader, who’s a bit of a badass

Prompt: Eric and reader goes to a roller skating rink

Googleplier

Prompt: When One Stops The Kiss To Whisper “I’m Sorry, Are You Sure You-” And They Answer By Kissing Them More

Prompt: Google getting jealous that reader is talking too much with Bing

Fic: Someone pissed you of at work and you rant a little to Google

Prompt: Asking if it’s possible to die from boredom

Heist!Mark

Prompt: When One Stops The Kiss To Whisper “I’m Sorry, Are You Sure You-” And They Answer By Kissing Them More / A Hoarse Whisper “Kiss Me”

Prompt: Heist Mark falling in love with a very bubbly reader

The Host

Prompt: Seductive kiss

Prompt: Spin the bottle kiss

Prompt: Cuddling with Host and rambling

Prompt: “I can’t help that I’m curious.”

Illinois

Prompt: Illinois with a new partner that flirts back

Prompt: “I know you’re not a fan of Valentine’s day…I just thought that maybe I could change your mind…”

Prompt: Poly soulmate wrist mark AU (+Yancy)

Prompt: Reader feeling self conscious about their weight and Illinois comforts them 

Prompt: Cute dancing date, reader surprised over how well Illinois dances 

Prompt: Illinois with an easily startled reader

Prompt: Illinois and reader cuddling and being in love

Wilford Warfstache

Prompt: “You could have at least left a note. We were worried about you.”

Prompt: “You’re going to smother me in my sleep aren’t you?”/“I can’t believe that I’m snowed in. With you” (+ Darkiplier)

Prompt: Kiss on the nose/Caught off-guard kiss

Prompt: Nonsexual Amychophilia: The intense enjoyment of scratching or being scratched

Prompt: Another just-past-platonic Wilford x reader x Dark

Prompt: Wilford with reader who owns a bakery

Prompt: Wilford with a slightly insecure chubby reader

Prompt: Reader want attention and Wilford is not hard to ask

Prompt: “Excuse me, I have to go make a scene.” / “Why are you hiding behind me? What did you do?” / “I have neither the time nor the crayons to explain this to you.”

Prompt: Cuddling with Wilford and Dark

Yancy

Prompt: Yancy is an overprotective boyfriend

Prompt: Yancy as the school bad boy that also does theatre

Prompt: Bringing a smoothie to Yancy in prison

Prompt: “I don’t think you realise just how many people want to date you…I mean you’ve got a queue longer than the one to get into Glastonbury” (Male reader)

Prompt: Moving Around While Kissing, Stumbling Over Things, Pushing Each Other Back Against The Wall/Onto The Bed

Prompt: Poly soulmate wrist mark AU (+Illinois)

Prompt: Yancy soothing the viewer after they have a panic attack

Prompt: “She’s crying, what do I do?” “Go comfort her.” “How do I do that?” “Start with hugs.” “With what?” (+Dark)

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

Prompt: Yancy out on parole with “kissing their lover’s knuckles” & “tracing their finger over their lover’s tattoos/scars” / "I think… everyone deserves a chance to prove themselves.”

#masterlist #updating it in new posts so more people see #there's a lot more under the read more #also more egos! #ahwm yancy #darkiplier #wilford warfstache #actor mark #the actor #eric derekson #googleplier #heist mark #the host #ahwm illinois

[juju-on-that-yeet]

I beg you ELABORATE BIGLY

*cracks knuckles* Hell yeah

Actual footage of me writing this all out:

To start off, I’ll say that the egos are technically all roughly the same age. They’re figments, not humans, so it’s all a little fuzzy. Some of them look younger and/or act more childish, but even then they’re physically/mentally 20ish at the youngest. But they’ve all technically only been alive for a few years at the most (except for Dark and Wil, who as we know are ALL sorts of fucky), so the age differences between them all mean a lot more proportionally. I’ve mentioned this in fics before, how even a few months age difference means a lot to figments because they haven’t been around very long in the first place.

(pls lordt let the readmore work)

But on the whole, the egos fall into three groups:

The Older/Oldest Ones/The Elders (or The OGs, as I kinda like calling them) consist of Dark, Wilford, King of the Squirrels, The Host, Dr. Iplier, Silver Shepherd, Google, Bim, and Ed Edgar. They’re the ones at the conference table in MarkiplierTV, because they’re the head honchos. Dark may be the boss with Wil as his right-hand man, but all the older egos have the respect of the younger ones. They’re on the whole more mature than the others, and when things get crazy, they’re the ones the others look to for guidance (some of them are even older brother/father figures to certain younger egos) (tho Dark and Bim each have a boyfriend among the younger ones, which got some side-eyes from their peers at first but everyone’s over it by now). They’re also the group with the most politics in it: Dark and Wil don’t respect Silver at all, for example, and half of them only trust Dark as far as they can throw him (except for Google, who actively hates him in addition to not trusting him). But they’ve been around since the beginning, since before Ego Inc. even existed, and remember what it was like to live apart from one another without a solid way of life or place to call home. Dark was the one who brought them all together (not without resistance, mainly from Host, then The Author), so as wary as the others are of Dark, they do all respect him with various levels of reluctance. They also know very well what it’s like to lose egos, to see them get forgotten by the fans and fade away, and they’re all a little desensitized to it. It usually takes them a while to warm up to new egos for this reason.

If you look at the birth dates of the egos (at least among the main ones + ones that are in my canon), there’s a couple big gaps between new ones cropping up. Not that none appeared, but that none appeared and survived. The first such gap comes after Ed Edgar was made, leaving a space of a year and a half where no egos had enough footing to stick around. This period finally ended when Yandereplier popped into existence and became the first real baby of the family. Even though Ed was previously the youngest, he wasn’t much younger than the next-youngest (Bim) and never felt like the baby, nor was he treated like one. But Yandere, between his appearance after such a drought of new egos and the fact that he was the first one to really look younger than the others, made the whole group collectively say “oh, he’s baby.” It didn’t last very long, though, because more egos showed up pretty soon after, and became…

The Middle Kids: Yandere, MarkBop, Bingiplier, Oliver, Plus, Chrome, Reporter Jim and Cameraman Jim. They’re not quite babies anymore; they’ve been around for a couple years or more and they’ve become savvy to how things work in Ego Inc. But they’re still much younger than the oldest ones, and are still less mature than them. Of the three groups, this one causes the most trouble by FAR (Yandere likes wrecking shit in the city and is constantly getting hurt, Bing picks fights with 3/4 of the Googles and Plus and Chrome pick fights with him in return, and the Jims are just constantly Up To Something™). They mostly see the older ones as authority figures, but they aren’t quite up in the politics that the older ones create (even Yandere, who gets away with everything thanks to having Dark and Wil wrapped around his finger, barely notices that fact most of the time). They haven’t seen as much death among the egos as the older ones have, but they’ve seen enough to make them a little cautious around newbies. The hardest hitting deaths for them were the first pair of Jims, Weatherman Jim and News-anchor Jim. Those two were unusual in that they lived for a good few months before they faded, which hadn’t really happened before. The newer Jims, RJ and CJ, ended up evoking the same “they’re baby” response that Yandere did for this reason (and the one place where my subconscious grouping was inaccurate was with the Jims, who I associated as being in the younger camp, when they’re really just the youngest middle kids).

After the Jims show up, it’s a little over a year before the next ego shows up, leading to…

The Youngest Ones/The Newbies/The Babies: Eric Derekson, Yancy, Illinois, and Captain Magnum. Granted, Eric is almost a year older than the Heist egos, but let’s be real, he’s still baby. These four are still finding their footing among the group, still figuring out who their friends are, still finding the limits of Dark’s patience. They know the written rules but not the unwritten ones, essentially. To them, the middle kids are a mixed bag of fun friends/intimidating authority figures (half the noobs are scared of Yandere, for example, and they’re all intimidated by Plus and Chrome, but they like the others pretty well for the most part). They listen to the older ones and follow their lead much more than the middle kids do, and are intimidated by pretty much all of them. At the same time, the softer-hearted among the older egos (Doc, Silver, Bim) baby them a LOT. They’re not spoiled rotten, but they sure are spoiled. On the flip side, though, they haven’t been exposed to the loss of egos like the others have. Eric’s only seen a few egos die, and the Heist egos haven’t seen any die at all. They’ll be the most optimistic and hopeful when new egos show up – and be the saddest and most horrified when new egos die.

But yeah, I kinda subconsciously had them organized like this and it’s always influenced how I write them, even though I only just recently realized it enough to put it into words. It’s pretty wild what your brain can come up with without even trying! I truly love this dynamic for them, and it’ll be cool to see how it changes as more egos crop up (we’ll see if E-boyiplier manages to survive his first month without being forgotten :3c)

This is already way too long but I did compile a list of the egos in age order with their birth dates for my own reference that I can post if y’all want it (plus their astrological signs because I’m that bitch) (side note @ Mark WHY are so many of your characters Scorpios??) (also idc what Eric said in his video, he was introduced on December 2 so he’s a Sagittarius and not a Libra and that’s that on that)

#kristin says stuff #ask #anon #markiplier #markiplier egos #i am NOT tagging all these mfs #but honestly i live for this shit #I LOVE MAKING UP LORE AND WORLDBUILDING MAN #ask me about this all day everyday #i'm always down to talk about it

[his-past-mistake]

His Past Mistakes

Warning: Mention of suicide, Body Horror/ Gore

Ch. 1: We’re Beautiful

Chapter Text

“I'm forming my own cloud here

Captured matter in my head

Activation of the top ten

Silver sunsets glowing red”

Resentment was eating him alive. It’s been years since the events of his…being. As the years go on, his raging hatred only seemed to burn bigger and brighter, a fire that will not be contained. Fury was all he could think about. Always pushed to the side… over…and OvEr…and OVER again! The past was all he knew, a sickening reminder. He wanted revenge, wanted to taste the sweetness and let it savor on his tongue. He’s been letting him go and escaping his greyish hands. He’s watched him go on so many adventures…without him, without even sparing a thought about his past.

Does he think HE’LL forget easily?

"A little bit of wish dust

Reveals a purpose worth the wait

And with the crash of nightfall

Comes tiny magic on a plate

When fame and fortune fooled me

I felt my polygons decline

The condensation of a diamond mind"

He had a good life being Mayor and all. He secretly longed for the comfort of overworking, longed for the past that doesn’t even seem real. Good memories pushed back in his brain as bad ones overfilled his senses. He had two close friends…William and that snake. Looking back now, he was never even a friend! Didn’t even try to use his “acting skills” to pretend to be one…why couldn’t he see the signs? As young kids, the bastard always gloated and made sure he was priority number one. Always gotta be the hero. What makes a hero? Someone who made lives better? How big of a heart they have? Mark was none of that, he’s a social manipulator.

“I float, look down, there’s towns and

Pretty cities living breathing

Laser lights and foggy windows

Forming thin rows just for me”

Social Manipulation is when using personality and conversational skills to tailor social situations for one’s own personal gain. That’s all Mark did. He was never a hero, never once was a “good guy”. He’s convincing everyone around him, especially you, that he’s a good person. He carved himself a path he will not stray off from. Who’s to blame though?

His poor twin sister that brought them into this mess. They were stuck together, trapped in a Void they could control but she didn’t want that. He didn’t know anything about Mark and her’s marriage…always an “unnecessary” topic to discuss. It happened suddenly…Celine rushing to him, hysterically explaining about William and her. He didn’t know what to do and at that moment..felt bad for Mark. He got cheated on by Damien’s own sister.

He thought he would always be in the shadows, wasting away by past mistakes. Until the Heist appeared. A new adventure, new endings, he’ll be in control again. All the power back in his hands. He wanted this for so long. How happy he will be again, finally getting the deserved ending. He will be okay…And how could he forget the new playmates? Yancy…Illinois…Captain Magnum…they all looked so close to the rat, himself. All having a dark past that he could unlock.

That’s how everything connects and soon,

You will see it.

“Why dream another dream if every dream is here with me

In pockets made of thoughts that I had bought when I was traveling"

Damien pulled out a chair for Celine and she sat down. Damien sat down next to her as Mark and William sat at the table, William setting up for Poker. "It’s good to see you, Celine,” Mark took hold of her hands and kissed her knuckles. “It has been too long, dear.” Mark moved closer to Celine and started a conversation with her. He was admiring her, she was like a jewel that will always shine.

Damien noticed the looks and suddenly felt protective of his sister. He shifted in his seat and took a sip of whiskey. They were at his house in the parlor drinking. Both of his friends have just arrived and now he suddenly wished for them to leave.

Celine looked over and saw how tense her brother was. She placed her hand over his and gave a comforting squeeze. She was worried about him and thought it was just him overworking, not Mark having a friendly chat.

They all got situated and soon Poker begin. Mark’s favorite game because it’s so easy to win. Damien tried to relax and enjoy the game but with Mark’s obnoxious bragging and his flirting, it was starting to rub on him. The game went into the late nights. Everyone but he drank that night, he knew he had work to do and couldn’t get shitfaced drunk. Trying to have fun but all he could focus on was Mark and Celine. He wasn’t stupid, they both had feelings for each other…Damien just thought it was puppy love nothing serious. Celine was his twin sister and his whole world always been by his side when everyone abandoned him.

“Friend?” William asked and placed a hand on Damien’s back.

He snapped out of his mind and rub his eyes. He felt heavy way too tired. “I’m fine, just thinking about work.” He gave his best smile that people would fall for but William always has seen through them.

“You should rest then.”

"But-“

"I’ll watch over them and make sure they don’t get crazy. ”

"Thank you.“

Damien left the parlor and headed to his bedroom.

The next morning, Damien woke up and stretch. He must have been out cold, he couldn’t remember a thing from last night. He put on a robe and head downstairs to make coffee.

Trying to remember he walked into the kitchen and past Mark. "Good morning Damien!” Mark happily says, taking a sip from Damien’s mug.

“Good morning Mark…Wait.”

Out of his sleepy state he turned to Mark confused. Mark was leaning on the counter, mug in hand, wearing his robe. “Wha-What are you still doing here? Didn’t…wasn’t William your ride? Where is Celine?” He asked and snatched the mug from Mark’s hands.

"Damien, you worry too much. I decided to stay over. Did you know Celine and I really hit it off? Of course, you did, you just couldn’t keep your eyes off us.“ Mark smirked and wrapped an arm around Damien’s shoulder and pulled him close. Damien squirmed and thought about what Mark words mean

"You slept with my sister?"

"I had her consent,"

"That doesn’t help Mark! That is my sister…I gotta protect her,” Damien says desperately as Mark laughs at his desperation.

"Damien you fret over the little things. The thing is we’re engaged! So sleeping together is okay.“

Engaged bounce in his head. He backed away from Mark and started to breathe heavily. "That doesn’t make it okay.” He thought and tried to find positive solutions. Mark was one of his longest and closest friends liked William, so having him as a brother-in-law is okay, right? He doesn’t feel okay, why isn’t he okay?

“C'mon Friend why do you have to make such a big deal out of nothing? Celine is happy, don’t you want her to be happy?” Mark’s tone was slowly losing its happiness and turning into spite.

Damien shook his head and try to reason with himself. “It’s Mark, he’s my friend. He wouldn’t dare hurt Celine or me. Does he want my power? No, he’s the most famous actor, everyone adores him. I should be fine with this! A marriage…happening way too soon.” Damien thought and smiled at Mark.

"You have my blessing.“ He finally says.

He was surrounded by darkness, the Void silent. A painting of Mark in his famous red robe hung in the air, staring at him with dark eyes. Dark sat at the edge of his desk and turned to look. Mark was smiling but the smile didn’t reach his eyes. They were cold-looking staring at Dark judgemental. One person consumed by their selfishness. Memories of Mark overwhelmed him. The painting then burned slowly, his face melting. Dark snarl and watch the fire consumed his enemy. "Puppets.” He mumbles.

“We’re beautiful

All of us together

Joy and love forever

This perfect life

You and me forever”

It was snowing lightly, the air was bitter and it stung him. Damien was seeping wet, he brought his coat closer to him. What happened early reply in his head. Seeing Mark again, full of anger and bitterness and Celine…his poor sister. Damien shiver at the cold and just continue to walk forward, that’s all he could do.

“Damien?” A familiar voice asked. Damien looked up and noticed it was barely snowing now. Did somebody say his name?

“Oh, there you are Damien! I’ve been looking all over for you!” Willaim appeared in front of Damien, smiling big. Damien noticed that William had a pink mustache and was wearing pink suspender now. How much time has passed?

“You haven’t seen Celine around anywhere, have you? If I can avoid her I’d rather do it.” William smiled nervously and rubbed the back of his neck.

“She’s sleeping,” Damien says blankly…not wanting to think of what has happened to him.

“Oh good!” William sigh.

“Anyway, I’ve got a great new idea!” Willaim wrapped his arm around Damien’s neck and pulled him in close.

“We’re gonna make a TV show!” William says excitedly.

Damien thought about it for a while, thinking about it…Mark. William stares at him, awaiting his answer.

“Okay."

"We’re beautiful

All of us together

Joy and love forever

This perfect life

Love and Joy together

You and me forever”

Ch. 1: We’re beautiful

Mark sat up and stretch as his body ache. He was tired, that’s all. He stood up and walked to the mirror hanging on the tan wall of his bedroom. Running a hand through his hair, Mark smiled.

In the mirror, his old self was smiling back. Slicked black hair, dark and conflicted eyes, wearing a red suit with a black bowtie. He always was a good actor. He could keep this facade up for decades, you weren’t suspecting a thing. As admiring himself, a shadowy figure appeared behind him, it was him but at the same time, not. It was a decaying corpse of himself.

His eyes sunken, his pupil pure white. The skin was grey as differing areas were peeling and falling off. His cheeks had no skin showing off rotting teeth. The nose was nonexistent, just a black hole. In the middle of his head was a medium-sized gap that maggots crawling out, dried black blood oozing out.

Mark saw it all clearly now.

Gunshots repeat in his head. He could see himself in his red robe bringing the pistol to his head. Feelings of despaired and heartbroken ate at him. The house reminded him of that…that the love of his life cheated on him with his best friend. Her scent that smelled of violets, her voice that was always steady and calm, her eyes that shine at him, her laughter that filled every room in the manor,…Celine was perfect and he loved her. He really did and so what did he do to deserve his outcome?

Mark’s breath hitched, he was trapped in that repeated moment of despair. His whole body quiver. For once in his life, he was scared. Every day, he woke up to an empty spot in his bed where a Queen used to lay, drinking to near death until Benjamin stopped him, trying to sleep to forget what the House whisper to him testing him. Death after death until he finally gave in. He had no one to turn too! His two closest friends twisted in Celine’s web.

Mark finally snapped out of his thoughts and saw the corpse him gripped his shoulder tightly, the skinny fingers digging into his shoulder. “The past cannot be forgotten neither the mistakes made." It whispers then disappeared just like that.

Mark rushed to the bathroom and turned the faucet to hot water, steaming up the bathroom. Celine smiling, Celine laughing, Celine blushing, Celine this Celine that. "I’m the stronger one. C-Celine is nothing to me. I’m the hero with the tragic backstory.” He splashed water in his face. He gripped the side of the sink, straining. This happens to him all the time, the House will not let him go. Couldn’t let him forget, why couldn’t they let him go?

Mark looked up at the mirror and everything was perfect. He turned the sink off and slicked his hair back, every strand was in place. He left the bathroom and opened up his closet pulling out a red suit.

“Why?” His mother raised a bloody hand and griped his pant leg. Her hand then fell to the ground as death took her. Yancy brought the knife to his chest breathing heavily. There were his mother and father laying dead on the bedroom floor. Another fight…that’s all it was. Yancy was frozen with fear, his mind racing. His Ohio sweater a bright red now stain with a darker color. A pool of blood surrounded their body sat at the bottom of his shoes. Why couldn’t he react? Did he feel something right? He dropped the knife finally and wiped the blood from his cheeks. Where did the knife even come from? Yancy stared at the bodies and felt his sanity break. He started to cry heavily and kneeled on the floor, the blood now staining his sweatpants. “I’m sorry” He whispers

“I’m sorry” repeated in his head. Yancy stared at the white walls of his cell, gripping his shoulder his nails digging into his shirt. He twitched and felt heavy. His lungs were on fire as his breathing became unsteady. His eyes scramble around the small cell. It was closing in on him, right? Wanting to trap him in his guilt? This never happened to him before he couldn’t even recall having a family…who was messing with him?

“Yancy my son! I heard a nasty rumor about you wandering the halls of Happy Trail.” Mr. Murderslaughter enters Yancy’s cell and turned Yancy around to face him. Yancy snapped out of his thoughts and stared at him with fearful eyes. Mr. Murderslaughter was taken back but could use his fear for his benefit.

“What is it, sir?” Yancy backed against the wall as the Warden closed him in.

“You want to be free?” His words send chills down Yancy’s spine. Yancy has thought about parole only wanting to see you again. He missed you and longed to see your face. You showed him that there is something worth fighting for….he shouldn’t give up on himself.

“C'mon tell me an answer,” Mr. Murderslaughter slammed his hands against the wall.

“Yes…” Forceful fingers gripped Yancy’s hair slamming him against the wall.

“What did you just say?” Yancy was scared but determined.

“I want to be free.” The fingers left his hair and Mr. Murderslaughter stared at him, shocked.

“I give you everything and this is how you repay me?”

“I’m sorry s-sir but-”

You can’t be free Yancy, you never will. Your best prisoner we have here, everyone wanna stay because of you! So why leave?” He says the last part darkly.

“Youse using me?”

“Of course I am! Do you really think I ever gave an ounce of care for you? Someone who killed his parents? Were you ever in control?"

None of this felt right, something heavy sat in his stomach. Yancy backed away from the Warden and sat upon his mattress. "T-This ain’t right. This isn’t fair.” The Warden’s image glitched then he was gone suddenly. Everything was falling apart around him, the room was spinning. Something dripped on the floor and he brought his finger to his nose and felt wetness. Blood. He wiped his nose, the blood smear on the side of his hand. He’s tired, that’s all. Yancy collapsed on his bed and passed out.

The pain was insufferable. His back was on fire as blood rush from the gaping holes where ivory wings used to be. Yancy’s hands trembled as they found the mark and touch the blood, cold on his fingers. He screamed and cried. Where was he? Who did this? “Someone helps me!” he yelled. Darkness…that’s all he could see. He must be dead then!

A man in a white suit walked towards him, a faint blue surrounded his body. “I know how you feel. Powerless and hopeless.” His voice was eerily calm. “I can help you and give you your freedom back.” The man kneeled in front of him. Chains wrapped around Yancy’s throat, wrists, and ankles tightly. “Just help me and I’ll help you."

”…I’ll be free?“ Yancy’s voice was so small compared to the man.

"Yes, isn’t it tempting?” The man outstretched his hand and Yancy took it. His wings were back and the chains were gone.

“I’ll save you."

#his past mistakes #this is my story #reblog from my other blog #tw gore #tw suicice #tw body horror