#puppet darkiplier

[moonymoonsiplier]

So I was trying to imagine a Darkiplier version of the Warfstache Automated Interview Automaton...

#the warfstache automated interview automaton #markiplier #darkiplier #markiplier egos #puppet darkiplier #wkm darkiplier #who killed markiplier

[ardenwritesegos]

Starlight

Warning: Verbal abuse

Another day, another bout of chaos. Dark should know to expect nothing less from the Ipliers. All the more reason for a daily evaluation. If he didn’t, the mansion would likely burst into flames. Hell, it nearly did at one point. Damn Wilford and his ability to summon flame throwers at will. No matter. There were far more important things to dwell on. Or rather, far more important people. 

The being continued through the halls of the manor, entering room after room. The Googles were searching their online systems for useful information. Dr. Iplier was organizing yet another stack of files detailing the egos’ medical accidents. Everything seemed to be in order. At least, for the time being. 

The creature was soon finished with his inspection, moseying down the hall to his office. As they did, however, one of the doors opened. Someone exited from it in a rush. Eric Derekson. The shy Iplier held a stack of paper tightly in his arms, muttering something to himself. In his hurry, Eric practically rammed into Dark. The documents flew out of his hold, scattering in different directions. As Derekson looked up, the being could see the terror in his face.

“I’m-I’m sorry!” Eric stuttered quickly. 

“I was trying to memorize my script for today, and–” 

“Stop,” Dark interrupted, attempting to be as calm as possible.

Typically, the being would have no issue striking fear into the egos to keep them in line. This one, however, wasn’t like the others. 

Derekson did not contain the outward confidence or fearlessness of an Iplier. He was fragile as an egg, flinching at the slightest sound. The ego could barely speak without questioning every word. It was almost a saddening sight. Almost. “No harm has been done,” the being reassured Eric. The mist of their aura picked up Eric’s papers, handing the stack to Derekson. “You should find them in order,” Dark explained as the other checked his documents. The shy Iplier looked on in confusion, not seeming to expect the kindness. Dark couldn’t blame him. Not with the demon’s reputation in the manor. 

“Th-Thank you,” Eric said quietly, a bit calmer. 

“You’re welcome,” the creature responded. “Now, go. Derek is surely waiting for you.”

“Yeah...right,” Derekson ran along to his errand. Dark couldn’t help but notice an extra shakiness from Eric at the mention of his father. Something about that was all too familiar to the being.

My Starlight

They shook it off, returning to his room. It wasn’t their problem to solve.

[Meanwhile]

The creature sat at their desk, sorting another week’s worth of incidents from Dr. Iplier. As usual, it was a mountainous pile. However, Dark didn’t find it to be too much. He could get through papers like this rather quickly, after all. Before Dark could continue, he was interrupted by yelling that boomed from across the hall. The being knew all too well where it was coming from. They made their way across the hall, stopping midway at a door. On it was a poorly-constructed sign, reading Derekson Studio. Screaming continued from behind the door. Dark focused, until they could see the inside.

“I don’t get what’s so hard about this!” Derek boomed at the timid ego. 

“All ya gotta do is say some lines for stuff that practically sells itself,” he said matter-of-factly, as if it were that simple for everyone. 

“What dontcha understand?!”

“I-I-I,” Eric stuttered, shaking harder than a leaf. “M-Maybe I’m just not-just not cut out for this,” he began to fidget with the orange towel in his hand. Derekson always seemed to have that cloth near him. None of the others ever knew why, nor did they care enough to ask. “ If you asked my brothers, they-they’d say the same thing,” Eric added. “Merrick would–”

“You think I don’t know that?!” Derek interrupted, instantly silencing his son. “You think I wouldn’t rather have Merrick do this?!” he boomed. “But he ain’t here, so you’re the only option I got!” Eric cowered more with each word. “So just get up there and get it together!” At those words, Dark was sent into one of the soul’s memories. 

A little boy was with his father, practicing for a speech, his first as class president. Like Eric, the child struggled to get the words out. For every mistake, his dad forced him to start over. The father quickly became more aggravated with each stutter or lengthy pause. 

“Get it together, boy!” the parent barked. “How are you going to be a politician if you can’t speak to a crowd?!” the boy had previously voiced his desire to be a leader of some kind. He wanted to help people in any way he could. In his mind, politics seemed like the best way to do that. At the time, however, he felt as if he wasn’t cut out for it. 

“B-but, everyone will be staring at me,” the child stammered, hands restless in their folded position. 

“That’s the point!” the man’s voice could be heard throughout the house. Maybe even the neighborhood. Regardless, the boy knew nobody would say a word. The man of the house had to keep order, after all. “What about that do you not understand?!”

“I understand, but–” the child mumbled, on the verge of tears. 

“Then act like it and say the damned words!” the father swore.

With a shake of their head, Dark was brought back to reality. Noise like that could not be tolerated. It was a distraction that could lead the entire manor off-track. He opened the door, immediately silencing Derek. The man may have been too stubborn for his own good, but he wasn’t stupid. He knew very well that this being was not to be messed with. 

“Hello, Derekson,” Dark greeted the father with his usual cold indifference. 

“Uh…hello there, boss,” one could practically see the sweat dripping off the salesman. 

“What brings you here?” 

“You have caused a bit of noise, Derek,” the creature folded their arms behind their back. 

“S-so sorry, sir,” the father apologized. “I was just,uh, trying to motivate my son, here,” he put an arm on Eric’s shoulder, causing the boy to flinch.

“I highly doubt that shouting is adequate motivation,” they said, matter-of-factly. 

“Well actually, it works quite well for–”

“Could you leave the room for a moment?” Dark asked, interrupting Derek.

“What?” Derek responded, face freezing in confusion. 

“I would like to speak with Eric, alone,” the being ordered calmly, yet somehow also firmly.

“But sir, he doesn’t do good on his own,” Derek protested, clearly trying hard not to burst out in anger. 

“He will not be by himself, Derek,” Dark reassured, voice still emotionless. “Now, run along,” the creature ordered. “A new shipment was warped in for you.” 

“Uh…Yes sir,” the father said after several moments of hesitation. As the door clicked shut, Dark made their way towards the boy. He remained in front of the green screen, shaking like a leaf, sure that he was in trouble. The being stopped in front of him. 

“You are not in trouble, Eric,” the creature reassured, able to hear Derekson’s thoughts. 

“I’m-I’m not?” he asked, as if he wasn’t used to such a statement. Dark feels a tugging in his chest at that.

“Derek was the cause of that...noise, not you,” they sighed, careful with their choice of words. The boy was already overwhelmed. He didn’t need to magnify the situation.

“But…he did that because of me,” Eric looked down in shame, hands repeatedly wringing around his orange cloth. Dark could see tears starting to form in the boy’s eyes. “If I hadn’t m-messed up my lines, he would-wouldn’t have had to–”

“You didn��t make him do anything,” the being blurted out, no control over their words. They wanted to move away, but found their aura keeping them in place. While they couldn’t see the color of it, they could tell which one it was. Dammit! Fully under the blue soul’s control, the being put their arms around Derekson. The blue soul then pushed a calming aura into Eric. All at once, the boy’s tension disappeared. His muscles eased. The mental swarming in his head went silent, allowing him to, for once in his life, think clearly. Eric returned the hug, wrapping the creature in a nearly choking embrace. He looked up at Dark.

“Why…” Derekson paused, sniffling away the remains of his tears. “Why does he hate me?” The blue soul remembered asking that exact question. 

A young boy clings to his mother, crying his little eyes out. Father is not around, so he can do so without getting disciplined. 

“Mother, why does he hate me?!” the child choked out. 

“Because he is a fool, starlight,” the woman, the boy’s mother, replied softly. “Anyone would be well-off knowing you,” she rubbed soothing circles into the boy's back. 

“But…he says I cry too much,” the boy weakly argued.

“Because he has the emotions of a doll,” the mother scoffed. Her warm gaze remained directly on her son. “You, my dear, are a wonder.” 

“Because he has the empathy of a mannequin,” the being responded, answer still out of his control.  

“It’s-it’s not his fault, though,” Eric stumbled out. “I mean, everyone else died-”

“That is no excuse for a man to treat his child like that,” the blue soul interrupted. The blue in his aura grew brighter with every second of rage. “His only remaining child, no less…” the soul took a calming breath, trying again to keep his composure in front of the already overwhelmed boy. Eventually, his light was no longer blinding. Regardless, it remained lit like a halo; a comforting, guiding light. Eric couldn’t help but stare. In that gaze, the soul saw the innocence of his past. The kindness. The plea for someone to listen. 

The weakness. 

The soul’s control was ripped from him in an instant. Dark blinked hard, blue outline once again blending with red and gray. The creature quickly but gently removed their arms from Eric, moving them behind their back.

“I will speak to Derek about his…” Dark paused, searching for a careful word. 

“Behavior. Mistreatment of employees, related or otherwise, will not be tolerated in this manor,” The being walked towards the door, but stopped before turning the knob. 

“And Eric,” Dark turns slightly to look at Derekson. 

“Yeah?” Eric forced the word out of his mouth. This Dark was drastically different from the Dark of moments ago. 

“If you should need advice on public speech, I have prior experience that could be to your benefit,” Dark suggested. 

“But be sure to advise me beforehand.” 

“Really? Uh, thanks,” Eric wrung the fabric in his hand like he was getting water out. This time, however, it wasn’t completely out of nerves. With that, the creature exited, on his way to have a few choice words with Derek. 

#markiplier #markiplier fanfiction #darkiplier #eric derekson #father-son esque relationship #this is not me shipping them! #I will protect this parental relationship with my soul! #This was in my online documents for over a year #and I finally got the motivation to finish it #puppeteer with a pencil #cw verbal abuse

[weirdmixofweirdness]

Lunky Makes a Friend

Lunky:

[waddles into Dark’s office, dragging in a passed out & glitching blue thing.] *unintelligible, garbled scream*

Dark:

What’s the matter, Lunky?

Lunky:

[gestures to the blue mass it’s holding.] *more garbled screaming*

Dark:

Oh, poor thing. Where did you find them?

Lunky:

*two garbles*

Dark:

I see… [picks up their phone] Mr. Madej?

Shane:

Yeah?

Dark:

My…child found one of your puppet monstrosities.

Shane:

Which one?

Dark:

I’m not certain. It’s a buzzing blob of blue. [looks closer] It looks to have a knife with it.

Shane:

Oh, you can keep him. Just keep that little guy as far away from Watcher as possible. He, uh…caused some trouble here.

Dark:

[they sigh] I already have a house full of troublemakers, what’s one more. [as much as they hate all the beings in the manor, they can’t resist that look on Lunky’s face.]

Shane:

Also, try not to mention Ryan around him.

Dark:

Why?

Shane:

See ya! [hangs up]

Dark:

[groans] No wonder Wil is friends with him…

#markiplier #mark fischbach #darkiplier #lunky #watcher #watcher entertainment #puppet history #hologram professor #shane madej #a day in ego life

[chaosguy352]

Dance dance

Bam bam bammmmm

Dont take it anyway

#my art #drawing #2022 summary of art #art #my drawing #fnaf #fnaf 2 puppet #the marionette #mao mao #adorabat #doctor otto octavius #Technoblade #oc artwork #aimsey #ranboo #osmp ranboo #markiplier #darkiplier #sk8 the infinity #kaoru sakurayashiki fanart #matchablossom #cherry blossom #sk8 cherry #diluc #genshin impact #fanart #summary

[alex-frostwalker]

My ahhhhh funny haha brain barge into my room and ran towards me then chokeslamming me to the wall.

I get stunned why are they here at this hour, they leaned in and whispered,

"I'm about to tell you about this funny lil Welcome Home AU. Everything is in space, the neighborhood is in a spaceship searching for a new planet, Home is the spaceship. YOU are the Captain, Wally is the Head Engineer, for the others.. They have their own roles to play.."

They smirked at me.

"Also time travel is involved, meeting alternate versions of your partner and getting to bizzare scenarios.

Finding a way to save your crew from an unfortunate end.."

They then dropped me to the floor.

I squint my eyes and wondered...

Why the premise is so familiar until...

It's fricking Welcome Home but it's In Space with Markiplier

#Splashing Idea🌊 #Cracked Ice❄️ #Evil!Wally is Darkiplier #welcome home #welcome home au #au #welcome home arg #welcome home puppet show #wally darling #iswm

[th3w00ds]

The Egos as Magnus Archives Fear Avatars

Hello ego enjoyers, I'm once again back on my AU bullshit! Or simply just me rambling on about these character's funky little vibes and assigning them TMA fears they'd probably be avatars of based on nothing but vibes. Possibly their lore, too, if they have it. -Markiplier Egos-

Darkiplier, Avatar of The Dark: This one was an obvious choice! Dark(iplier) shares the same name/nickname as The Dark, and in my opinion it really makes sense with how his character is. My other two options were either The Stranger or The Web, but I decided to go with The Dark.

Wilford, Avatar of The Spiral: I thought that The Spiral fit really well with how Wilford is, considering the Spiral is all about the world not being as it seems and general madness, like how Wilford is.

Host, Avatar of The Eye: The Eye is a perfect fit for Host, because he can see everything going on despite being blind, and seems generally very knowledgable. I also think that The Eye fits with Host because he's a podcast host, and that's very similar to the case logs of The Magnus Archives.

Google, Avatar of The Extinction: This one fit mainly because of his vibes, and his "secondary objective is to destroy mankind" thing. Google just seems like a very Extinction-y android, and given the chance, I feel like he'd gladly serve The Extinction to fulfill his secondary objective.

Yancy, Avatar of The Stranger: Okay, I admit, this one was pretty much entirely based on his vibe. I didn't really think Yancy fit any one of the Fears exactly, so I went with The Stranger as I feel like Yancy sort of has its vibe? Also The Desolation for some reason.

Actor, Avatar of The Web: Even in his lore, Actor is very Web aligned to me. He manipulates, schemes, and is generally just an asshole. Actor orchestrated the entire night of WKM, and I think that's a very The Web thing of him to do. Also control is also very prevalent in his character.

Annus, Avatar of The End: If Unus Annus taught us one thing, it was that everything ends. I think that's all that's needed for Annus's explanation.

(Jacksepticeye, Crankgameplays/Ethan Nestor, MatPat and NateWantsToBattle egos under the cut)

-Jacksepticeye Egos-

Anti, Avatar of The Slaughter: Originally, I was going to do The Web, which I still think fits really well for Anti, but I thought that The Slaughter fit more. This is because Anti is, y'know, very aggressive, and even slit his (C!Jack's?) own throat in his first appearance.

Marvin, Avatar of The Eye: This one was majorly based on vibes, and I felt that Marvin had the most Eye vibes out of the Entities. He knows a lot about magic, too.

Jameson Jackson, Avatar of The Web: I was gonna go with The Eye initially for JJ. However, I thought with his theme in some of his videos of being a puppet connected by strings and being manipulated, I think he'd be an unwilling Avatar of The Web.

Chase Brody, Avatar of The Lonely: Considering in his lore he's divorced his wife and left his child, possibly killed them or somehow lost them... ("I lost the only two people that ever mattered to me") Yeah I think it's safe to say he'd be an Avatar of The Lonely.

Robbie the Zombie, Avatar of The Extinction: Another option for Robbie I had was The End, but with him being a zombie and all, I thought that The Extinction was just a better thematic fit I guess. I also was considering The Corruption.

Jackie, Avatar of The Corruption: This Fear is a little bit of a reach, but I thought that he had the vibes of The Corruption the most out of all the Fears. Jackie in my opinion doesn't really fit with any of them exactly, so I just went with the one I felt like for him. Maybe it's a representation of him getting "corrupted" by his hero work?

Henrik, Avatar of The End: He's a doctor, and has let his patients die before. Henrik is even called the "Doctor of Death." So I think that he's a good fit for being an Avatar of The End.

-Crankgameplays/Ethan Nestor Egos-

Unus, Avatar of The End: Two End Avatars in a row! Again, same logic as Annus being an Avatar of The End. Unus Annus was made to teach us that everything comes to an end, and to cherish the life we have.

Blank, Avatar of The Lonely: I think that The Lonely fits him well, since Blank is the manifestation of Ethan's depression and anxiety. I have a headcanon that he tends to avoid crowds and lots of people like the plague, so The Lonely is a good fit for my version of him too.

Mad Mike, Avatar of The Spiral: He sells drugs in ice cream, and some of those have to have to have some psychedelic affects. I think that he'd be an Avatar of The Spiral largely because of his drug business, and that he's probably somewhat crazy.

-MatPat Egos-

Mad, Avatar of The Desolation: Mad is insane, loves fire, and canonically (if we're calling William Afton in FNAF: The Musical MadPat, which I am) burned himself badly. I think he'd be a poster child of an Avatar of The Desolation. He'd enjoy watching something burn from the outside, knowing that someone's livelihood is being destroyed too.

The Detective, Avatar of The End: My memory of ETN is quite rusty, but I believe he died multiple times and came back once only to permanently die, right? I also get The End vibes from him in general.

The Hermit, Avatar of The Vast: I would've gone with The Lonely because he's trapped alone on an island in the middle of nowhere in the ocean, but because it's in the middle of the ocean, I went with The Vast instead. Hermit just kind of gives The Vast vibes to me.

-NateWantsToBattle Egos-

Natemare, Avatar of The Web: To be honest, I couldn't really decide on a fear for him to be an Avatar of. It was between The Web and The Vast, mainly. For him, I think it's majorly because of him being a siren and being able to control people if he wants to with his voice, and that seems very Web aligned to me.

Phantom, Avatar of The Stranger: Again, I couldn't really decide on one for Phantom. I thought that The Stranger fit his vibe the most, so I went with that. The other option was The Web, but since I already have Natemare as an Avatar of The Web I thought that Phantom should be an Avatar of a different Fear.

Bones, Avatar of The Hunt: This is mainly for my version of him. He's a revenant, constantly in pain and usually very angry. I think he'd like to take it out on others in a Hunt-like way, rather than a Slaughter-like way if that makes sense. His type of violence and killing isn't mindless, it isn't random, it's planned to hurt in as many ways as it can, to cause people the most pain before dying in an attempt to soothe his own pain.

Sharper, Avatar of The Flesh: I thought that he'd be an Avatar of The Flesh since in my interpretation of him/version of him, Sharper is a cyborg. I based that off the scene in the Take Me Anywhere music video where he has an injury with metal and wires and stuff under his skin, then I thought that he would work well as a Flesh Avatar since he might not like that he's (at least partially) still made of flesh and bone instead of fully robot or fully human.

Thank you for reading, everyone! Have a good day/night!

#youtuber egos #youtuber egos AU #The Magnus Archives AU #tma au #tma #the magnus archives #markiplier egos #jse egos #jacksepticegos #natewantstobattle egos #nwtb egos #crankgameplays egos #matpat egos

[southerndragontamer]

Happy Halloween 2: Tricks and Treats

Halloween was known for being the time of year for costumes, for pranks and candy, for scary stories and for those who practiced magic to find a zenith of power from the veil between worlds being at its thinnest.

Of course for you, this meant you were at home for the night, porch lit for trick or treaters with a big bowl of candy and baked goods nearby and while you waited for anyone to show up you were watching scary videos. More specifically you were watching Mark’s and Jack’s older Darkiplier and Antisepticeye videos. What could you say, you loved the pair of dark sides and their stories even if Dark’s was more fleshed out at the moment, Anti’s was catching up with the lore from Anomaly.

As you switched from Raspy Hill to the start of Sister Location, you shivered as it suddenly felt like it got colder, as you heard the hum of your lights increase. You pulled the blankets more around yourself in response and tried to tell yourself you were being silly, you’d done this before and there hadn’t been anything like this. It was just the excitement of the holiday getting to you.

But for a split second you could’ve sworn there was an extra giggle in the video from the glitch.

When you switched again, this time to Dark’s part in ADWM, there was definitely an electronic almost static hiss and the lights dimmed a bit more than usual…you felt chills down your spine. You could’ve sworn for a second there was a smugness to Dark’s smile when he appeared. You had the urge to go check the breaker and out of worry for the wiring, you paused things and did so. Your flashlight scanned over the breaker box, nothing seemed out of the ordinary and when you touched any outlets they were room temperature so you didn’t think anything was in danger of catching fire, which relieved you as you went back to the living room.

You blinked, the video you’d had your phone on had changed to the PAX video for Anti. You hadn’t changed it before you left, had you? You must’ve though there wasn’t any other way for it to have switched, you shook your head and told yourself you were getting caught up again. But while it was there you clicked play.

When Anti said that you’d found someone to replace him, there was this sneer to his face that hadn’t been there last time…he spoke with more of a snarl. You swallowed down the instinctive rebuttal as there wasn’t any way for him to hear you anyway and this was an old video it shouldn’t be changing…Then Anti suddenly laughed, a feral grin stretched across his face and you felt your stomach drop as his voice whispered in your headphones.

“Are ye so sure o’ tha’ puppet~?”

You threw your headphones off, paling as the realization that you were in the middle of something you really should not be and yelped as a clawed hand broke through the screen of your phone like it was little more than water. You threw your phone as the lights flickered and started to flare green and then red like an alarm.

Anti glitched his way out of your device in a way that looked painful considering how small the screen was, his form flickered between the more animalistic and more calm fury he’d shown recently, scar dripped with almost black blood as his eyes either green eyeshine or a manic green and blue or black, locked onto you.

You bolted and he cackled, the sound piercing and made your head ache to the point you almost collapsed, you were half blind in panic as you ran through your own home to try to get to the backdoor. It felt strange all of a sudden, the wood creaked and groaned and seemed to warp under your feet, the static and white noise was right behind you. Lights popped and glass shattered from the overload of power that was forced through them with a near hungry hissing growl.

“Ye can run but ye can’t hide from me puppet~”

You felt your lungs begin to burn, your blood roared in your ears and you couldn’t speak from the terror that constricted your throat, the static felt like it was right at your back. Anti was closing in on you, you had to get away you didn’t want to be caught, you sprinted and leapt for the doorway.

The ground suddenly fell away underneath your feet as if it had never been there, a furious, brain scrambling sound that was almost a roar almost made your ears bleed as clawed hands swiped against the ends of your hair in an attempt to grab you as you fell into cold black that surrounded your home.

The air was stolen out of your lungs, you didn’t have any time to scream as wind whipped around you and you subconsciously flailed blindly in an attempt to try to catch yourself. But of course in the void there was nothing to grab onto, instead a hand clamped around your wrist and almost wrenched your shoulder out of its socket. Your head snapped up, wide eyed as you began to pant now that you weren’t in an endless free-fall into oblivion…to meet Dark’s gaze.

The shadow smirked at you as he lifted you to the patch of land that appeared underneath him. It looked like glass…or maybe a frozen lake, it shined like a black mirror…and let you go. You panted hard, trembling as your body tried to leave the adrenaline fueled survival state you’d just been in. There was a soft tsk, and your chin was being tilted up just so to make eye contact with Dark as he softly rumbled.

“You poor thing, so terrified…Anti’s always been a brute on these nights. You’re fortunate that you weren’t solely in his camp hmm darling?”

You shivered softly and swallowed, you didn’t really know how to react to any of this even as on reflex your cheeks tinted with heat. You felt calmer now, the last of the panic left you as he talked like a hypnotic charm. Dark stroked your chin just once before he stepped back, his touch lingered on your skin. You took a deep breath and stood up as you refound your wits, about to answer him when there was a cascade of static and green flared into black as Anti manifested on the other side and prowled over to reach Dark.

“Oh no ye don’t ye icy bastard! They’re mine!”

Dark chuckled and smirked, hands behind his back in his usual position as he responded back with a twitch of his lip.

“Your name isn’t on them Anti, and they quite literally fell into my hands. Am I supposed to just ignore that?”

Anti bared his teeth in a feral manner, crackling with energy as his body flickered and glitched and you couldn’t really look at him for long or your eyes almost crossed.

“Fockin yes! Ye know what my strings feel like and they’re covered in em!”

You looked down at yourself confused and partly in shock and concern and gasped a little as you saw green strings coiled around your wrists and body, you felt them tight around your throat like a choker. Dark’s scoff made you look up to the arguing Egos.

“And you know what my shadows feel like, and they’re also covered in them.”

Your eyes widened more as you saw them as well now, wispy smoke-like shadows curled around your body just like Anti’s strings, the two forces were mixed around, the static sparked against the frost that the shadows created. Clearly, neither of them liked ti share, which was proven when Dark sighed and let out a growl at the same time.

“It appears we’re at an impasse, they’re equally claimed.”

Anti didn’t speak in words but the visceral sound of fury he made in response made you clamp your hands over your ears to try to stop the pain that erupted in your mind. Your vision swam in and out of focus after it stopped and you whimpered a little, unsure if it was the aftermath of whatever pulse had been through your body or if it was the fact that you were in the Void but Dark and Anti didn’t..look normal.

Anti was a mess of static, glitches, multiple eyes of different shades of green, black or blue even brown, and too long limbs with knife like claws, too wide grin with too many teeth, for a few moments his neck looked like a second maw, as his body contorted and twisted you felt nauseated.

Dark was almost the same shade as the abyss around you all, outlined in red and blue that was cracked and fractured and held together like broken glass, three pairs of eyes, one blue, one red, one outlined in a faint silver, his body looked too big, too much in the space and you felt squished.

You couldn’t really…focus, it felt like too much for your human mind, the next second the two of them flickered back to ‘normal’ human bodies again. Masks back in place. They looked at you, then each other and then they both smirked.

“Looks like you have to make a choice darling.”

“We do not share puppet, yer lucky I’m even entertainin t’is shite”

You looked between them and your heart sank slowly in your chest and you swallowed hard. You didn’t know who you should pick…what would happen if you made the wrong choice…but you had to. The clock was ticking, unless time didn’t exist here? Time was broken for the both of them after all.

There was a soft hum and it was both of static and shadow as they waited for you to speak up, to make a choice between them. Between Dark’s cold nature that spoke of blunt truth, that you’d be treated like a bird in a gilded cage who would hardly notice when something happened. Or Anti’s unpredictable nature that was hard to tell whether he lied or told the truth, that you’d be treated like a plaything who would need to pay attention.

This was a twisted Trick or Treat….and you had no way to know which would be which until you picked it.

#Darkiplier #Man with No Shadow #Markiplier Ego #Markiplier Fandom #Antisepticeye #Glitch Demon #Jacksepticeye Ego #Jacksepticeye Fandom #Fanfic #South Writes #I literally had a burst of inspiration this morning that led me to write this #So you guys get two fics today! #Over 13

[melancholypancakes]

Welcome home Trapped Neighborhood AU belongs to @cloudysunflowr

In this Dark AU, Brienne struggles between Yvette and Annette's personalities who make her existence.

Two personalities, one full of rage, despair, fear, envy, apathy, disgust

And the other is full of love, hope, selflessness, empathy, kindness, and trust.

Brienne has Dissociative identity disorder or in short DID.

The two personalities are Yvette and Annette Moreau.

Two twin sisters from the 60s, souls with unfinished business.

In "The Tale of two sisters" both were brutally murdered unknown to the world and their parents.

The girl's souls were bound to a puppet named "Brienne Velvet" a vessel, their fusion.

Unfortunately, this brings Brienne to deal with a vengeful soul and spiritually kind soul.

But this is what makes Brienne, "Brienne" she is cocky, confident, and unique but she is also kind and loving.

Brienne isn't the same as OG Brienne due to being a fusion and defective.

This is NOT the Brienne, you know.

This is Brienne Moreau, different from Brienne Velvet.

A darker version of OG Brienne, tortured by two personalities with dark intentions...

I'll put it in this way, Annette is like Pink Diamond, and Yvette is like Rose Quartz from "Steven Universe.

Brienne pink collar eyeball is a reference version of "Rosario + Vampire"

The puppet Brienne Velvet being a fusion, a different person part from Yvette & Annette Moreau is a reference to Garnet from "Steven Universe".

It's like Garnet but a sister version, with their soul merging into a different person with both their qualities.

Brienne being a fusion is also a reference to Darkiplier but inside of the two souls being gone.

Yvette and Annette's souls are still in Brienne.

Wally and Home meet the fusion as Brienne Moreau much like from "Steven universe" like Rose quartz and pearl met garnet officially

Annette & Yvette talked to Brienne, only she could hear them until Yvette gave her the idea to turn her pearl into an eyeball.

The purpose is to talk to not only Brienne but to all the neighbors.

When the eyeball is blue, it is Yvette speaking, and when it's red, it's Annette.

When it is purple, it is Brienne while Yvette or Annette take control of her body.

Brienne's eyes are blue, and Yvette shows combat and her smarts.

When her eyes are red, Annette shows compassion, kindness, and manipulation.

When both eyes are blue and red, the sisters take over.

This is only for emergencies...

The sisters help Brienne in this world of choices on paths and make sure she stays alive.

Brienne fully believes she must save Wally from Home while many others and the sisters want to kill him.

Or the very least the neighbors want to leave.

Brienne has been titled "crazy" "nut job" and "The Mad Neighbor" due to her naive and " delusions".

Brieenne was never accepted by the neighborhood due to her unique aesthetic.

She convinced only Wally liked her, accepted her and her ONLY Best friend.

That wasn't the case, Julie joyful really enjoyed her company as well as poppy and Eddie.

Brienne and Y/n's relationship is vague, as Brienne means well to save the neighborhood.

By saving Wally, however, YOU and the neighbors don't believe Wally deserves mercy or is worth saving.

Y/n just wants to leave but can't help but have second thoughts.

Brienne knows Home has something to do with this and Wally was manipulated and brainwashed.

She tried to tell the neighbors but they won't help her and she begs Y/n to help her.

Y/n feels bad for her but can't tell if she is insane or just grieving...

Brienne and Y/n have a potential friendship or romantic relationship much like in the Evil Wally AU.

As for her pet, Nancy the black house spider went missing.

Brienne was so worried as were Yvette and Annette.

What they feel, Brienne feels much like their feelings for Julie and Y/n.

It was known in the show that Brienne had feelings for Julie joyful, as she was the one who accepted her.

A reference from "Killer Frequency" that brings a closure to Nancy "disappearance".

Brienne saves Julie from Wally only for her leg to be stuck under a wood.

She groaned in pain as she yelled at the neighbors to run.

Yvette and Annette tried to move the wood off but they weren't strong enough.

It ended to Brienne trying to cover her mouth as Y/n was on the walkie talkie.

"Brienne! Are you alright?!" Y/n yelled over.

"My...leg it's stuck. I don't what to do...he's looking for me." She whimpers

"Wait...oh no. He saw me, shit! Ugh!" Brienne grunts as she tries to move her leg.

It nearly brings her into tears as this is how she dies.

"Brienne, stay calm maybe" they tried to say but everything silent and they fear the worst.

"Brienne!" They yelled out, "he...he just pull the wood off and walked away." She whispered.

"W-what?" Y/n asked in confusion, "he put Nancy in my hair and left" she said as she was still in shock.

"Nancy...alive?" Y/n said as they heard Brienne get up and grabbed the walkie talkie.

She was running, "I'll meet you back at the base!" She said before ending the call.

{...}

Home wanted to get rid of Brienne as her personality would get in the way

Brienne wasn't acting her role, being the joyful gothic neighbor who doesn't question anything and is friends with everyone.

But Brienne seemed to be unliked, Wally and Brienne were friends but in the end, he kept shutting her out.

Brienne's only friend was Wally and she just wanted to know what did she do wrong.

What was wrong?

Why is so distant?

Angry, frustrated?

She was so worried, Annette. was worried while Yvette had a bad feeling making Brienne not only worried but frightened.

Not knowing what was to come...

Darkness came, the world was no longer light or bright....just dark.

Neighbors hiding from a monster.

Much like the others, Brienne hid but was worried where was Nancy?

Her pet spider was nowhere to be seen.

What if that monster ate her?!

Brienne wanted to cry, Nancy couldn't fight.

But then she covered her mouth as she heard Barnaby but she knew it wasn't him.

It's not HIM.

Lucky for her, the doors and windows were locked and curtains closed.

She couldn't sleep but who was the monster?

She wanted to look but Yvette told her not to.

It wasn't pretty and...she knew who it was. She knew it was the puppet they loved.

Brienne kept Yvette smart so she kept quiet throughout the night.

This went on for weeks, still, Brienne tried to reach out to Wally but the neighbors wouldn't let her.

As if they knew something and as time went on...she notice Eddie and Sally were missing.

Ever since the disappearance of the neighbors.

Brienne changed her wardrobe, she was wearing a unique outfit she designed herself and knife pocked on he red legs with sharp boots.

She had a pink collar with her pearl that Yvette turned eyeball.

Now, Yvette and Annette could talk through the eyeball.

It was Yvette's idea, Brienne needed to be prepared for anything and dressed for the situation.

One night, against Brienne's better judgment.

She went into the night against her voices, They begged and told her, through the eyeball for her to turn back.

The neighbors saw her leave the house not attempt to leave the neighborhood but to who the monster was.

The neighbors wanted to stop her but they knew.

They would get themselves killed too.

Brienne couldn't make out the figure until she squinted and saw...it.

Wally Darling...her best friend.

Brienne was horrified, betrayed, confused, and melancholy.

Yvette couldn't bare seeing this and Annette was horrified

She saw arms of her friends...body parts of those who she had meaningful connections with...

Why?

Why did he do this?

Wally would never do this...

Brienne had Yvette's smart and Annette's heart.

Deep down, she knew Wally didn't do this...he was brainwashed by his house.

Before Wally could grab her Annette and Yvette took over.

Her right eye was red while her left was blue and raised her axe in the air.

They raised it down on him, while missed him a blast came from the exe pushing him away from their body and they fled back into the neighborhood.

They ran into the house, locking the doors and windows.

They weren't taking any chances, they could hear Wally crawling towards the neighborhood looking for new parts.

Ss time passed...

Julie tried to convince her that it was Wally's fault for what happened to their friends.

She only cared for Brienne's safety and didn't want Brienne delusions to get in the way.

But...she knew Wally wasn't right in his head and he needed to be saved.

Or else Home was going to torture the neighborhood for eternity.

For Wally does not know he was killing his friends...

#y/n #welcome home #welcome home au #welcome home trapper neighborhood au #horror #scopophobia #mention of gore #neighbors trapped #fusion #undead muppet #vessel #the tale of two sisters #wally darling #Brienne Velvet #julie joyful #references #Steven universe #rosario + vampire #killer frequency #welcome home fanart #markiplier tv

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Unravel (17/20)

Work Summary: Antisepticeye has a plan to destroy Darkiplier, steal his power, and take over everything - and he might just succeed. What starts with Yandereplier going missing evolves into a messy web of betrayal and grief, of blood and tears, of old wounds and new faces. However this ends, Ego Inc. will never be the same again. Chapter Summary: Things are finally starting to improve at Ego Inc., but there’s still more to do to prepare for Anti’s return - including a return to a place thought lost, for a person thought gone. Warnings: None

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It happens only a day after Google, Chrome, and Bing finally finish repairing Oliver and Plus. After this, there’s truly nothing left to do but wait for something to happen. Many days have passed since the battle with Anti and his puppets, and the thought of him coming back still looms large. Surely Jackie and Marvin are alive again by now, given their popularity.

But before Anti can return, something else happens instead.

One day after Oliver and Plus are repaired, Chrome is lingering in the workshop anyway, ostensibly creating some small gadget but more aware of his brothers than the metalwork in his hands. He is impatient as he always is. Google is outside the workshop using a video game for distraction, and Chrome has tried that, but felt the need to be close to his brothers. Maybe a part of him knew what would happen, maybe his internal connections to his brothers let him know that something was going to change.

Whatever the reason, Chrome is in the room when Plus wakes up.

His eyes shoot open, and his whole system stutters in what would be a gasp if he were human. But Plus has no real need for air, so instead, he’s seized by a body-wide glitch, but only for a moment. In the next, he is sitting up, astonished, frozen in place by the shock of being alive.

He glances around, and sees Oliver, still dead. He sees Chrome, also frozen, staring at Plus in amazement, the way early man might’ve stared at the sunrise. For many long moments, nothing happens. Both are in too much shock. But it passes before long, as memories start to flood into Plus, and emotion starts to flood into Chrome.

“Green,” Chrome gasps, walking towards his brother. Walking, but then running.

“Red,” Plus says back, voice just as strained, unable to get out anything else before Chrome slams into him, squeezing him hard enough to crush if he were a human.

Plus sobs, tears falling out of him without his control, hands clinging to Chrome’s shirt, looking for grounding. Chrome is crying too, as he has done many times in the recent past, but this time it feels different. It still hurts, but the hurt is warm, red-hot with love and joy that he has his twin back.

It’s at that moment that Google, attracted by the noise (and immediately recognizing the sound of his once-dead brother’s tears) slams open the door of the workshop, too single-minded to care about damaging it. Google sees the pair of them, and his core thrums with that same sort of joyful pain that Chrome is feeling too, but he sees something else just beyond them that makes his eyes go huge. Chrome and Plus look at Google and turn to track his gaze.

In their reunion, they didn’t notice Oliver sit up in his own stretcher, hand over his core at the memory of it being ripped from him, gasping. He feels eyes on him and looks up, sees his brothers staring.

“Guys?” he whimpers, already teary-eyed, already strained, already rendered quiet from the sobs building in his throat.

Google’s by him so fast it’s like he teleported, holding him close, and Oliver feels the tears of his stoic, cool-headed big brother seep into his hair. That’s all he needs to start crying too, much harder, much messier than all four of his brothers. He glitches, not as bad as Plus did, but repeatedly, emotions running so high that even his sophisticated metal cortex can barely process them.

Each pair comes together, in a circle of equal parts relief and joy, terror and regret, pain, love.

“I’m sorry,” Chrome sobs, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry–”

“I-It’s not, no-o-ot–” Oliver tries to say, but can’t get through his sentence for glitching.

“Ollie’s right, i-it wasn’t your fault,” Plus explains and affirms, leaning forward and letting his forehead touch Chrome’s.

“We’re okay,” Google murmurs, the only one not talking through sobs, though his voice is still warped from tears. He kisses each brother’s head. “We’re all okay now.”

He’s hyper-intelligent, they all are, yet none of them can think of anything more to say. It’s so very human, the way their emotions are clogging their throats and scrambling their thoughts, but none of them care. Their family is whole again, and nothing else matters.

The news that Oliver and Plus are alive spreads fast, and the egos are overjoyed for them, relieved to have something good to break through the fear and despair they’ve all been feeling, happy to have Plus and Oliver back, glad beyond words that they did not fade away into the ether.

The Host is happy for them too, he supposes.

As happy as he can be, while Dr. Iplier remains dead. Google stitched him up days ago, yet he still hasn’t woken. Oliver and Plus woke up immediately after being fixed, but here is Dr. Iplier, body whole, yet without a soul to call it home.

Host is with him now, in Dr. Iplier’s room and sitting at his bedside, as he always is lately. He only ever leaves him to sleep in his own room (he did try to sleep alongside Dr. Iplier once, but he was too cold and too still, and it provided Host no comfort). He only ever stays away when his despair prevents him from getting out of bed. Yandere at least has Chrome to concern himself with, and Yancy and Wilford to turn to when he desires a break from staring at Dr. Iplier’s motionless face, and is thus here less often than Host is.

But Host has no one else. Dr. Iplier is his all. It hurts Host so desperately to be in the room with him, to hear the silence where there should be breath, to feel how much colder Dr. Iplier’s hands are than they should be. But what else can he do? He loves Dr. Iplier, he can’t stay away. If Dr. Iplier faded away while Host wasn’t with him, Host would never forgive himself for not being there. He wonders if this was how Dr. Iplier felt when The Author died, when he was waiting and hoping for him to wake, dreading the thought of him disappearing, consumed by paranoia and terror and slow, aching agony. Host would not wish this feeling on even Dark.

But he wishes it on Anti, if only the man had someone he loved enough to be hurt by. Host is only ever not numb or depressed when he thinks about Anti, no doubt annoyed at the last battle’s stalemate but otherwise content. Meanwhile, here is Host, dying the slow death of grief. When Anti ripped out Dr. Iplier’s heart, he ripped out Host’s heart, too.

There’s a meeting today. Host was summoned. He does not care. He will stay here, by his doctor, because now that Oliver and Plus have woken, it’s only a matter of time before Dr. Iplier either wakes or fades. No matter which it is, Host will be there for it. He can’t help but narrate every so often, just so he can visualize Dr. Iplier and make sure he isn’t going transparent. He’d probably feel it if it began to happen, feel Dr. Iplier’s hand become incorporeal in his. But he doesn’t want to take the risk, so he narrates, even as it pains him to see his love this way. He used to talk more, used to whisper to Dr. Iplier, tell him how missed he was, how loved, how desperately needed. But Host has run out of things to say, and he finds himself always exhausted, too tired to speak much at all. He used to cry, but he can’t muster it now. His eyes bleed anyway, enough to have Google changing his bandages every day, but Host never sobs, and his voice, though raspy and quiet, does not waver with tears. Were Host human, he would surely have bled out a hundred times over since Dr. Iplier was killed.

But he will stay, stay until Dr. Iplier comes back to him or leaves him forever, and either way, he will bleed out a hundred times more.

At least, that is his plan, until Wilford comes into the room after the meeting Host skipped.

Host doesn’t need his eyes to know it’s Wilford. His steps are heavy, louder than they need to be, but springy in a way that the similarly weighty steps of the androids aren’t. Wilford’s not alone either; feather-light steps come behind him, suggesting a small stature and subdued manner, yet with a similar bounce to them as Wilford’s. But Host mainly recognizes Yandere’s steps from all the times he’s heard them in the recent past. Wilford and Yandere come into the room, and one of them (probably Yandere) closes the door behind them.

“Host,” Wilford begins, “We missed you at the meeting.”

Host lets out a noncommittal mumble. 

“We have…” Wilford starts, unsure of the words to use, “We have a plan, something we want to do to help us with Anti and help bring back Dark. But we need you to help us do it.”

“What exactly is this plan?” Host asks. He doesn’t direct his head towards Wilford’s voice, or really move at all, but he is somewhat curious. As current second-in-command, he supposes it’s for the best that he cares.

“Well, Celine has gotten a bit…restless, lately,” Wilford says, and Host can hear the tension and frustration in his tone. “She’s been going through Dark’s office, looking for anything useful. Damien wasn’t aware of anything there, he said as much, but Celine looked anyway, and she found something.”

Host isn’t surprised to hear about Celine’s restlessness. The emotions between Wilford and Celine were so thick in the air that Host could sense them without even narrating, and it had only seemed to get more intense the longer Wilford helped Celine develop her magic. Though Host was rarely with them while they trained, he could sense the romantic turmoil they were feeling even when he encountered them separately. Wilford certainly had it more deeply, but Celine had love for Wilford too, Host could tell. Maybe she still does, but something happened not very long ago that changed the air between them. Their emotions around each other now are much more subdued, sadder, solemn, frustrated. Host doesn’t know what happened, but whatever it was, it affected them both greatly, apparently enough to make Celine look for an escape.

“What did she find?” Host asks.

“Notes. About…” Wilford huffs out. “About the manor. And a map. Dark…” Wilford huffs again, sadder and slower. “Dark knew where it was this whole time.”

Host sits up straighter at that. It astonishes him, that the manor exists out there, the pure fact of it, and then the fact that Dark knew about it, and finally the knowledge that Dark kept it a secret. But once the initial shock wears off, he finds it to be unsurprising. Of course the manor exists, why wouldn’t it, given the magic it held? And if it exists, it follows that Dark would be the one to find it, given his deep connection to the place. The fact that he hid it is harder to swallow. Host is, frankly, amazed that he never noticed what Dark was hiding this whole time. But then, he always knew Dark kept secrets, kept things close to his chest. Host never cared to reveal them because he doubted it would lead to anything useful. If anything it would only draw Dark’s ire, the last thing Host wanted. Wilford, in his normal less-than-lucid state, would have never sought out the manor or questioned if Dark knew about it. There was no one brave enough or clever enough to figure out what Dark was hiding…no one until Celine, herself a part of Dark.

Host turns his body to Wilford and angles his head to face where his voice is coming from, though he remains seated with a hand grasping Dr. Iplier’s.

“That is quite the revelation.” An understatement, but Host is still reeling. “Do you know why Dark kept this to himself?”

“From his notes, and from knowing him, it seems like he was worried about setting off Actor. He’s never bothered us, even with all of Mark’s projects, and maybe messing with the manor could put him on our paths again.”

Host can understand that. All these years, none of them knew if Actor could pop back up again, and what kind of havoc he’d cause if he did. And Dark, one of the very few who knew firsthand what he was capable of, would have wanted to keep him contained. Host can imagine Dark trying to figure out how to root Actor out, how to kill him, but failing, and thus resolving to keep the manor hidden and secret so no one could set him free. All the more reason not to tell anyone about the manor, lest some curious or adventurous younger ego find it and release Actor by accident.

All that considered, Host can tell in Wilford’s voice that there’s more to the situation. He didn’t just come to relay information to Host, he said there was a plan.

“But…?” Host prompts Wilford.

“But…Actor’s not the only one still trapped in the manor. The District Attorney’s there, too. They’re stuck there, but Celine thinks that if we freed them, they could help us reform Dark. Since there’s always been the problem of not having his body anymore…maybe this would help us get it. And who knows what sort of power the DA could have now; that could help us, too.”

Host considers this. That makes sense, too; DA was kicked out of their own body and left in the manor’s mirror, by all accounts they could still be there. And the DA is much less feared than Actor. They’re an audience insert, and though Mark’s audience is fickle and fanatical in equal measure, the community is bursting with joy and humor and love for Mark and his creations. If the DA is still in the manor, they’d be as much of an ally to the egos as Actor is an enemy. The DA could be a huge help in defeating Anti and bringing back Dark…but getting the DA could free Actor. And Host still doesn’t know why his help is needed.

“The Host is intrigued,” Host admits, “But he wonders what his part in this is meant to be.”

Wilford sighs. Not the short huffs he made before, but something a little longer. Yandere makes the first sound he’s made since he closed the door earlier – fidgeting on his feet, shuffling quietly.

“I need your vote on whether or not we try to free the DA, for one thing,” Wilford says, “And, well…if we do go get them, Bim and I are going, but we might not be enough. You’re nearly as strong a reality-bender as I am. So you would have to come–”

“No.” Host turns away from Wilford in an instant, refocusing himself towards Dr. Iplier’s bed. “The Host is not going anywhere.”

“Host, come on–”

“The Actor could do much worse to us than Antisepticeye if he was able to get free of the manor. We cannot risk that, not for the reward of a potential body for Dark. Either way, The Host is staying with Dr. Iplier.”

“Host.” Wilford is annoyed, his voice is short. “This could be the edge we need against Anti, and we can’t just not stop him. We have to try every option. We already failed against him once, we can’t afford to fail again.”

“There is no “we” failed,” Host snarks, “The Host recalls using his narration to salvage the fight and stop Anti from causing more deaths. Host has earned the right to sit this out.” He clenches Dr. Iplier’s hand tighter. “Oliver and Plus have woken up. Dr. Iplier could wake up or fade away at any second. Host cannot leave him now.”

“Host, I hate to play this card, but you’re second in command right now. You have more than just Doc to think about.”

“Convenient, then, that your role and the situation we’re all in allows you to only think about Dark.”

“That’s not the same thing and you know it!”

“Answer this, Wilford,” Host intones, voice dropping lower, “If you could return to the past, return to when Dark was still here, in the clinic, healing from his burns, would you have left his side, knowing what you know now?”

Host can imagine Wilford opening his mouth and closing it again, but he doesn’t narrate, doesn’t know for sure if that’s what Wilford is doing. But he hears no good retort, only a long pause, followed by an angry growl. Wilford stomps out of the room, opening the door so roughly it slams the opposite wall.

But Host does not hear a second set of footsteps follow him out. All is quiet for a moment.

“The Host knows that Yandere is still here,” Host says. His voice is not so low, now. Only tired, as it always seems to be.

“Yeah,” Yandere acknowledges. He moves, but only to shut the door of the room once again. He doesn’t leave.

“Why have you stayed? If Wilford could not convince Host to cooperate, why do you think you can?”

“I…” Yandere steps closer. “Well, I get where you’re coming from, at least.” His footsteps stop when he’s right beside Host, right at Dr. Iplier’s bedside with him. “I love Shishi, too.” Yandere’s voice is suddenly wobbly.

Instead of responding, Host narrates to himself, and sees Dr. Iplier’s face in his mind’s eye. He wishes every time that this time might be the time he sees color flow back into his doctor’s cheeks, sees his eyes open, hears him breathe, feels his hand squeeze Host’s hand back. But this time is like every other, Dr. Iplier seems no closer to waking, but no closer to eternal death.

“Katarite-san, I know you miss Shishi,” Yandere whispers, too choked up to speak more loudly, “I miss him too, and I miss Yami, I know how you feel. I know how it feels to…to lose your person.” Yandere sniffles. He must be crying now. “I don’t know Shishi as well as you do, b-but I know he…he’d hate to see you like this. And h-he’d want you to help us beat Anti. He’d want you to help fix what he started.”

“Is that how you think of him? Of this?”

“N-Not really, but he would. You know he would.”

Yandere has a point. God, Dr. Iplier would despair, wouldn’t he, if he could see Host now? If he saw how many meals Host has skipped, how much sleep he’s lost, how sad and empty and angry he’s been. And Dr. Iplier hated himself for the lies he told, for the awful things he did to create the situation the egos are in. He’d be begging Host to help, begging Host to go with Bim and Wilford to get the DA and get a step closer to fixing things.

But. Host feels glued to his chair before Dr. Iplier’s bed. How could he leave him now? What if he fades? It may be selfish, but Host cares more about his doctor than anything else now. Without Dr. Iplier, Host has nothing. If Dr. Iplier disappears without Host there, the regret will destroy Host for the rest of his life.

“Host can’t leave him,” Host whispers. His voice is low again, not angry and cutting, but quiet, sad, desperate.

“I’ll be here,” Yandere says. He sniffles again, but Host can hear the brush of his hands as he wipes his face, hear him take determined breaths to stop weeping. “Katarite-san, if you go with Wil and Bim-san then I swear I’ll stay right here and tell you as soon as anything changes. I know how to contact you, and I promise you I will if something happens. And Wil could teleport you back here in an instant.”

It’s an offer anyone could make. An offer that Host should refuse. Fading is often fast; by the time Host receives the message, it could already be too late, even with Wilford’s teleportation. But it’s not anyone making this offer, it’s Yandere. Yandere, who’s already lost the person he loves most. Yandere, who doesn’t love Dr. Iplier the same way Host does, but loves him just as fiercely. Yandere, who understands more than anyone could the full gravity of what’s at stake, who understands exactly what Host has to lose. Yandere, who is making this offer with the utmost sincerity, who would take it more seriously than anyone else could. Yandere, who has reminded Host of what Dr. Iplier would choose for Host if he were able.

All of these things play a part into why Host thinks for many long moments, but ultimately sighs.

“Fine.”

“You – wait, you’re gonna…?”

“The Host will go with Wilford and Bim to the manor, if you promise to stay with Dr. Iplier, and to call Host if anything at all changes.”

“I promise, Katarite-san, on my life!”

Host believes him. Before getting up, he begins to narrate to himself, under his breath. Maybe Yandere can hear him, but if so, it would be just barely.

“In front of Host lies Dr. Iplier, as still as he ever is, as cold and absent as he’s been for many days. His expression is neutral, empty. But he is still Host’s doctor. Host can imagine now exactly how his features would appear if they sprang to life in this instant. It is this image that he hopes to ingrain in his mind, just in case.” Host leans forward, closer to Dr. Iplier, lays a hand on his cold cheek. “Host asks his doctor to stay, just a while longer, at least until Host can return to him.” He leans further, until his lips are a breath away from Dr. Iplier’s forehead. “I love you,” he says, so quiet he hardly hears himself, before closing the gap and kissing Dr. Iplier’s forehead. He lingers there for a moment, but eventually forces himself to pull away and stand.

He doesn’t trust his voice any longer, and instead moves to leave the room (Dr. Iplier’s room is familiar enough to him that he needs no words to navigate). He hears Yandere take his earlier seat, hears him get in the chair and scoot it a little bit closer. Host finds Yandere hard to trust in most respects, but he trusts him now, with this.

Host finds Wilford (and Bim, and Damien and Celine) in his studio, no longer so angry at Host’s earlier refusal but pensive and worried. Host isn’t noticed right away, so he lingers where he is for a moment, observing.

“Well, even if Host doesn’t want to go, can’t we just go on our own?” asks Bim, anxious, but whether he’s more anxious about confronting the manor without Host or about the tension in the air of the studio, Host can’t tell.

“Host wasn’t much a fan of us going anyway,” Wilford admits. Host can tell he’s biting his thumbnail through his words; a nervous habit he’s had for a long time but one that he rarely feels enough nerves to do. “It might have been an excuse so he didn’t have to leave Doc, but he has a point. I mean, Dark was worried enough about Actor to let this lie for so long…” He sighs. “It’s still so hard to believe.”

“It’s hard to believe you didn’t find it sooner, Damien,” says Celine, sharp. “Dark’s office has been yours since you woke up, and in all your effort to figure things out here, you couldn’t find what I found in a few days?”

“I’m not a snoop,” Damien mutters, “What are you trying to say?”

“Celine–” Wilford starts, not quite warning, but almost pleading with her.

“Maybe you didn’t want to find anything to help get Dark back,” she says, “You never seem very excited about the prospect in meetings.”

“And you are?” Damien scoffs.

“I understand what has to be done,” Celine snaps, “I always have. And you’ve always been in denial.”

“Celine,” Wilford says again, still pleading.

“That’s hardly fair!” Damien yells. By the sound of it, he gets up from the chair he was sitting in. “You can’t seriously call what I was doing back then “denial,” not when you were trying so hard to keep me there!”

“Well, I’m not trying anymore!” Celine yells back. Host gets the sense she’d stand as well if she could, but as it is, her wheels click, and a breath of narration tells Host that she moves right up to Damien to get in his face, even though their eye levels don’t match. “I’m not trying to keep you from understanding anything or hiding the truth anymore, so what’s your excuse for ignoring it this time??”

“Host! How long have you been here?” Bim suddenly exclaims.

Even without narration, Host feels the atmosphere of the room change as the others notice his presence.

“Host?” Wilford asks. “Are you…?”

“The sooner we go to the manor and find the DA,” Host says, “The sooner Host can come back to Dr. Iplier.”

“Okay. Okay!” Bim says, trying to hype himself up for the trip.

“Alright then,” Wilford says, clearly wondering what prompted the change of heart but not wanting to ask and risk Host changing his mind. “Let’s go. There was a photo of the place in Dark’s notes, so I can teleport us there easy.” He pauses, and Host narrates enough to see Wilford turn towards Damien and Celine. “Are you two…good?”

“Good enough,” Damien mutters, sullen. Celine says nothing.

“Alright,” Wilford says awkwardly, not believing him but not about to push it.

In the next moment, Host is weightless, and the smell of cotton candy fills his nose. In the moment after, his feet hit the ground and he nearly stumbles.

Under his shoes is grass, Host can feel the bounce of the earth. The sun is shining, the breeze is light. He hears the gentle rustling of tree branches in the wind. He wonders where exactly they are. Still in California, surely, but Host can’t know for sure. The place sounds and feels nearly idyllic. But Wilford and Bim are silent, aside from the awed gasp they each let out.

“Holy shit,” says Bim.

“Bully,” breathes Wilford.

Host narrates.

“Before the three men is the manor, the place where Wilford and Dark were made. It looks as old as it is; the walls are crumbling, moss runs up the stone, the windows are broken with cobwebs replacing panes of glass. Yet it is huge, it towers over the landscape, and despite the bright sun surrounding the group, all three feel a chill staring up at it. Though they came here with a purpose, they hardly want to go inside. The manor is stirring something in their blood, as if their very bones know the significance of this place.”

“We’re gonna have to go in eventually,” says Bim, though he does not move.

A long pause. Though Host is still eager to finish the task at hand and return to Dr. Iplier, he finds he’s much less eager to go into the manor. The building should be benign, now; Dark’s aura is no longer there, after all. But there’s still magic emanating from it, so strong that even Bim should be able to feel it. Magic that is perhaps keeping both the DA and Actor contained. Instinctually, Host doesn’t want to disturb it.

“Come on, then!” Wilford suddenly says, brisk and sharp, practically storming off to the manor’s front door. Bim and Host follow.

Wilford hardly has to push the door; it’s so frail and the wood so rotted that it nearly opens itself, and the group step onto the cracked tile of the entryway. Host narrates to himself as the others look around.

“This room was grand, once. The ceiling is still high, the chandelier still hangs, the furniture still exists. But much like the outside of the manor, the room too shows the years it’s sat here abandoned. The fabric of the couches are ragged and rotting, the chandelier is broken and useless, the ceiling has holes that let sunlight leak through. The balcony above is sagging under its own weight, the wood railing is splintered and cracked. The mirror at the other end of the room is cracked in a familiar pattern, and it and the table before it are covered in dust. Bim is looking at the place with amazement and only a little disgust at the mold and rot. Wilford wanders about as if in a trance, taken in by memory.”

“Shoot, are you gonna be okay, Wil?” Bim asks.

“Yeah, yeah,” Wilford replies absently, “Just…taking a look at the place, is all.” Host’s narration shows Wilford ending up at the mirror and laying a hand on the table in front of it, taking no notice of the dust. “It’s funny, the place doesn’t feel so…so ominous anymore.”

“You sure about that?” Bim mutters, no doubt eyeing the decay of the space.

“The aura’s not here anymore,” Wilford murmurs, almost sadly. “This place is just a building, now.”

“Nearly,” Host says, “The manor is still a magical centerpoint, Host can feel it. It was marked by what happened here, and there are forces here still at play, however subtle.”

“That would explain how it’s managed to go undisturbed so long,” Bim muses, “It’d probably have a few squatters otherwise.”

“Makes sense,” Wilford says, still quiet, and – Host guesses and confirms – still looking at the mirror.

Host resumes a slow walk around the ground floor of the manor, narrating to himself as he goes. He takes in the scenery, the rays of light coming through the windows and holes in the walls, the peeling wallpaper, the dust, the mold – the cracks in the tile and steps down that threaten to trip him up. Even now, the manor has its tricks. Host has to wonder what happened to the chef, the butler, the groundskeeper, whether they escaped with their lives somehow or if the manor subsumed them like it did Actor and the DA. He figures that if one of them was still here his sharp ears would’ve heard them by now. As it is, there is little sound at all, aside from birds chirping outside, the occasional wind blowing through the decaying walls, and the soft footsteps of himself and the others. Host isn’t quite sure what he’s searching for, but he knows he’ll understand it when he finds it. The magic in the air is still humming at a constant flow, never seeming to increase or decrease.

Host narrates, trying to see if Wilford or Bim have found anything. Bim is at the foot of the staircase, regarding the dark, rotten steps with trepidation, probably trying to decide if it’s safe enough to climb. Wilford hasn’t moved from before the mirror, still staring at it intently. His gaze is no longer wistful, his brow is slightly furrowed. Host makes his way to him, planning to ask him what he’s noticed, but Wilford yells out in shock before he can.

Host nearly jumps at the sudden noise, and hears the crash of Wilford falling backwards.

“Wil??” cries Bim, rushing from the staircase to help him up, “What happened, are you okay!?” Host continues to Wilford more calmly.

“I’m fine,” Wilford says, “The mirror, I saw something moving in it, I saw–” He cuts off.

“Oh my god,” Bim gasps.

Host can already sense something, he already feels something from the mirror, a magical energy he’s never found before, one that he can’t quite pinpoint. Its resonance matched the rest of the manor earlier, but its signature is much clearer now. Once again, he narrates.

“In the mirror, obscured by the dust but unmistakable, is a person. Surely, it is the DA, but…The Host cannot tell for certain. The person in the mirror is difficult to make out, their features are indistinguishable, only a human form is visible. Whoever they are, The Host feels their eyes on him, though he – and the others – cannot see them. They are being blocked out by more than dust, the mirror seems deeper than the pane of broken glass that comprises it. The person in the mirror radiates power, unlike Host’s, unlike Wilford’s, unlike Bim’s, unlike even Dark’s or Celine’s.”

“It’s gotta be the DA!” Bim cries. He pauses. “Unless it’s Actor. Oh shit, what if it’s Actor?”

“Old friend?” Wilford asks, having gotten up from the ground and approached the mirror again, “Is that you in there?” His gaze is far away.

“Wil, hold on a minute,” Bim frets.

“Whether it’s DA or Actor or someone else there,” Host says, “Wilford may be the best person to call them forward enough to be discernible.” 

“But what if it is the Actor??”

“We knew that would be a possibility, did we not? We can’t go back now.”

Something in Host tells him not to be worried, even as Wilford lays a hand on the mirror, fingers spread across the cracks, making marks in the dust.

“Come out here,” Wilford murmurs, “It’s been so long, and…and there’s so much I want to say to you.”

Host whispers his narration so as not to distract Wilford. In his mind’s eye, he sees some fog clear away from within the mirror, and the figure comes closer.

“It is you,” Wilford says, shoulders drooping with relief, “Of course it’s you, who else would be in this mirror?”

“Why do they…” Bim squints, “Why…why do they look like that?”

Host furrows his brow, narrating louder as he concentrates.

“It is the DA in the mirror, now closer to the surface, fully visible as they are, but their presence provides no clarity. Their appearance shifts every second, features changing every moment. A few forms seem clearest, however. One is brown hair, long enough to brush at their ears and sweep across their forehead, brown eyes deep enough to drown in, and skin so white it’s almost gray. The other two forms are familiar to the group looking upon them. One resembles Amy Nelson, but younger, hair curled and dyed blonde instead of straight and dark brown. One resembles Ethan Nestor, again younger, hair swooped up and bright blue like it used to be years ago. Each form represents…represents the different parts that make up the DA. Amy and Ethan, in part, portrayed them in the videos that made them, but the DA is also a blank canvas, the audience insert. The DA is everyone, no one, themself. The DA stands in the mirror, mouth in a line. They must see the group in front of them, but they make no move, say no words.”

“Oh,” Bim murmurs, awed. “Wow.”

“Friend,” Wilford whispers, tears in his eyes, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

Host knows through his own whispers that the DA looks at Wilford, gaze piercing.

“It happened a lifetime ago,” says the DA – at least, they seem to; their mouth doesn’t open, their throat doesn’t move, but their voice is audible all the same. “My forgiveness must mean little. But you have it, William.” Their words are resonant and echoing, deep and high, sharp and soft, loud and quiet in equal measure, as varied as their face.

Wilford sniffles, laughs a little.

“That’s not my name anymore.”

“Of course, apologies. You’ve been Wilford longer than you’ve been William.”

“What about you?” Bim asks. “What’s your name? We’ve just been calling you the DA, but…”

“My name has been lost to time. I have none now.”

Host would expect a person to say something like that with great sadness, but the DA presents it as neutral fact, without emotion.

“We can’t just call you the DA,” Host muses, “That’s hardly a proper name to refer to a person with.”

“I remember their name!” Wilford insists. “They’re…they’re District Attorney…oh, it’s in there somewhere…”

“It isn’t,” the DA says, still matter-of-fact. “My name is gone. I may not have had one at all.”

That much could be true. The DA is an ego, after all, and if Mark didn’t give them a name and the fans couldn’t agree on one, then the DA has nothing but their title.

“What should we call them, then?” Bim asks. “Maybe Daniel? Or Danielle, it could be both at once.”

“That’s boring,” Wilford scoffs. “They deserve a name with more pizazz!”

“Dahlia?” Host offers.

“Maybe. But it’s so frilly, there’s not enough power in it.”

“Darcy?” Bim suggests.

“That’s more powerful, but still too frilly! It doesn’t suit them at all!”

“You said you wanted pizzazz!”

“Yes, but not fancy! The DA wasn’t prim and proper back in the day, a fancy name would be weird!”

Host notes with some amusement that DA, the subject of this discussion, is watching silently, with a slight look of bewilderment.

“Well, what ideas do you have?” Bim sniffs at Wilford.

“Maybe we can call themmmmm…” Wilford thinks. “Dana!” He exclaims. “Dana, there’s a good name. Short and simple but not boring, very handsome and/or beautiful.”

“Perhaps we should ask DA what they think?” Host says with a slight grin.

Bim and Wilford look at the DA expectantly. They are silent for another long moment before speaking.

“Dana is fine,” they say.

Host can practically feel Wilford’s triumphant grin, no narration needed.

“So, now what?” Bim asks no one in particular.

“Now we get them out of the mirror!” Wilford says.

“Hm,” Dana says. For once, their voice has emotion: a touch of discomfort.

“Do you wish to stay in the mirror?” Host asks.

“I’m not overly attached to this realm,” Dana explains, “But I do not wish to re-enter the surface. It has been too long, and there is nothing for me out there.”

“What!?” Wilford exclaims. “But there is! There’s a whole building full of egos for you to meet, and, well, we need you.”

“For what reason?”

“It’s a long story,” Wilford sighs, “But basically, an enemy of ours killed Darkiplier and took his aura. He’s killed a few of us with it, plus a whole bunch of other people, and he’s looking to kill us all. We need help to stop him, and we need help to reform Dark.”

Dana outright sneers at that, so vitriolic that Host’s voice wavers just a bit as he narrates it and Bim takes a step back.

“It is Dark’s fault that I have become this,” Dana says, voice low and angry. “Dark abandoned me here, when he had every opportunity to free me. I used to beg him to release me, to use his power to undo what he did and allow me to exist again. He rebuffed, he rebuked, he ignored.”

“But I thought you didn’t want to leave anymore?” Bim asks, confused.

“Just because I’m making that choice now doesn’t mean it should’ve been my only choice. At one time I would not have chosen this. But too much time has passed, Dark has taken too much. I will not return, and I will certainly not return for Dark.”

“But it’s not just about Dark!” Wilford insists, “There’s so many egos who’d love to meet you and who need your help, and I bet you’d get along great with them! And Damien and Celine are here right now, you’d get a chance to see them again!”

Dana straightens at that, but almost immediately deflates again.

“What is the point of seeing them again if they’re meant to become Dark again?” they mutter. “I have little affection for Celine as it is, but Damien…” They look away. “I cannot see him again, if he will be forced to leave so soon.”

Host doesn’t need any further narration to read into that tone, to understand Dana’s averted gaze. It’s love, Host can see it clearly.

“Even without the other egos you could meet, even ignoring the stuff with Dark,” Bim says, “Wouldn’t it be nice to leave the mirror? To exist out in the world?” Bim gestures out towards the door he and the others came in. “The weather’s so nice outside the manor, it’s nice back in Los Angeles where we live. Outside the mirror you can walk around, eat, play a video game or a sport, talk to someone, do something. If I were you I’d be bored out of my skull!”

“You are not me,” Dana says, voice cold. “I have no need of the outside. I do not wish to see how the world has moved on without me. I have no interest in anything offered there. I am not content, but I will never be. I will stay here, rather than expend effort to feel the same as always, or worse.”

No one seems to know what to say to that. Host’s narration tells him that Bim is awkward, staring at the ground and fidgeting, trying to think of something to say. Wilford is crestfallen, sad at meeting his old friend and having said friend want to stay put, where they can’t help the other egos. If no one says anything, Dana will retreat back into the mirror, and they will be unlikely to return if called.

Host steps forward, past Wilford and Bim, closer to the mirror.

“The Host does not understand how Dana feels,” Host begins. “He doesn’t know what it’s like to be trapped and stuck for a hundred years, he doesn’t know what it’s like to be so demoralized that freedom no longer feels like a cure.” Host breathes in. “But Host does know, very well, what it’s like to be changed. He understands how it feels to be subject to forces beyond one’s control, to be irrevocably damaged.” He can’t stop himself from adjusting the bandage around his eyes. “Host imagines that you were not always the person before us now. Host was also not always the man you see. Change of this sort is painful, horrible, unfair. Host understands this.”

Host pauses, in case Dana has anything to say. They remain silent, but Host can feel their eyes, knows they’re still there. He continues.

“The Host also knows how it feels to love as deeply as you appear to.” His breath hitches just slightly. “Host has not had a hundred years to love another person, but he has had two lifetimes, and he knows what it’s like to have a person be one’s world. He knows how it feels to lose that person. But…” Host ducks his head, wills himself not to sob. “But Host is here because he knows that this is what his love would want. He died trying to fix his mistake, the mistake that led to Dark being destroyed. He would’ve wanted Host to press on looking for solutions, and so, Host is here, pleading with you.” Host lifts his head again. He can feel blood streaming down his cheeks. “If where you end up matters so little, then Host asks you to picture what your love would want. Host asks you to decide if your love would want you to be this miserable, or if he would want you to have a chance to start over, to have happiness. And if that is too selfless for you, Host wonders if you could be convinced to leave the mirror to see your love again, even if only for a short time, even if it reopens the pain of loss when he goes.” Host smiles sadly. “If Host had to make that choice, he would choose it every time. He would give anything at all to see the man he loves again, even if not forever. He suspects that, somewhere deep within, you might feel the same.”

A long silence stretches. Host hardly dares to break the silence with narration, but he does, just the slightest breath of volume to know what Dana is doing. Their face is the most emotive it’s been so far, twisted in anguish. Their eyes are teary. The endless cycling of their form has stopped, and they have settled on the version that’s ghostly pale, the one that looks like themself, not like Amy or Ethan.

“Will I survive it?” Dana asks, a tear rolling down their cheek. “Will I survive losing him again?”

“Maybe not,” Host admits, blood still dripping down his own face. “But would that make it any less worth it?”

Dana purses their lips, trying not to sob. Tears continue falling, and Host’s whispered narrations pick up Wilford and Bim’s stares, equal parts amazement and concern. It takes a few moments for Dana to regain their composure, to finally raise their hand and wipe their tears away.

“Fine,” they say, voice wavering at first, then stronger word by word. “Fine, I’ll go with you.”

“And you’ll help us?” Wilford asks, eyes big and pleading.

“I suppose.”

It’s good enough for Wilford, who breathes out a relieved chuckle.

“Awesome!” exclaims Bim, “But, uh…how do we get you out of the mirror?”

Dana steps forward, even closer to the mirror’s surface.

“Dark suggested it was a matter of pulling me out,” Dana explains, “With strength, but moreover with magic. There was…is a risk that disrupting this place could shatter it completely and set free more than just me.”

“We know,” Wilford sighs, “But we’re willing to take the risk if you are.”

It’s Dana’s last chance to back out, but they steel themself instead.

“I am,” they say.

Wilford and Bim walk up to the mirror, Host following behind, whispering narration all the while.

“Wilford and Bim each place a hand on the mirror, and they can feel Dana just beyond the glass, feel the churning of the mirror’s dimensional pocket, feel the power contained there. It is a null space, emptier even than Dark’s void, yet it thrums with its own life, like the floor of the deepest ocean.” Host can sense when Wilford and Bim start to use their magic, feel the increase of power in the air, smell the cotton candy of Wilford’s magic and the lavender of Bim’s. He raises his own hands and continues to narrate. “Host reaches out through the mirror, between the cracks, finding the curling black of the void space, and Dana standing just there, ready to leave it. Host’s own power feels around, searches for Dana’s answering hands. Behind and around are Wilford and Bim, Wilford pushing back the mirror dimension, Bim extricating Dana from its grip, little by little. Host assists Bim, the scent of ink and golden tendrils melding with purple, further reaching, offering something for Dana to grab onto.”

Host hears Dana gasp. Host can see through his power, see Dana there in the dark, see them find Host’s hands, find Wilford’s hand, Bim’s hand.

“The closer the three get, the more power they funnel, the more the space between the mirror and its dimension widens, the more space there is for Dana to come forward, the more fragile the mirror becomes. It is already cracked, but the cracks get wider, they splinter off into the previously-unbroken panes, threaded with pink and purple and gold. Wilford and Bim’s hands phase through the glass, they come out on the other side and reach something tangible. It is Dana, guided by Host’s power, bringing their hands together. Wilford has one, Bim has the other, Host is behind them both, and they all pull at once.”

It is Host’s power that allows him to see Wilford and Bim pull their hands from within the mirror, each holding one of Dana’s hands, pulling them through the mirror and out into the surface. As Dana leaves it, the mirror shatters. Glass rains around the trio, but they ignore it, and Host spares a sentence to prevent them from being harmed by the falling shards. Dana stumbles forward, unsteady on their feet, but with Wilford and Bim gripping their hands tight, they stay upright.

Out here, in the surface world, they don’t look quite so ghostly. Host’s whisper tells him that Dana’s skin is not as deathly pale now, their form continues to be stable, their hair is still soft brown and gently ruffled. But there are deep pockets under their eyes, and said eyes are so dark brown they’re almost black. They’re a bit shorter than Bim, and much shorter than Wilford. They look up and meet Host’s sightless gaze with awe.

“I’m out,” they gasp. Their voice still doesn’t come from their throat or their mouth, but it is no longer so imposing. It still slightly echoes, but the tone is even, gentle, slightly monotone even in awe.

“You are,” Wilford replies, his own voice soft.

Bim has already let go of Dana’s hand, but Wilford hasn’t. Host’s narration tells him that Wilford’s grip is gentle, friendly, but maybe a little protective, a little afraid to lose yet another piece of his past. Dana doesn’t seem to mind, though; maybe because of all that time they spent in the mirror without touch.

“Do you think…” Bim begins, looking back at the remains of the mirror.

“The Host can’t tell,” Host says, “This building is still magical, that has not changed. But that doesn’t mean anyone is still within.”

“You mean Actor, don’t you?” Dana says. “I can’t say I know, either.” They glower. “That’s why Dark never let me go.”

“A reasonable fear,” Host admits, “But we have no choice, now.” He smiles just a little. “How do you feel, now that you’re out?”

“I feel…” Dana puts a hand over their own chest, feeling the clothes on their skin, the temperature of the air. “Not exactly as I did before the mirror, but…much closer.”

“Is that good?” Wilford asks.

“I think so,” Dana answers. For the first time, they smile. It’s slight and subtle, but unmistakable, and Wilford beams to see it.

“Well then!” he exclaims, finally letting go of Dana’s hand only to smack their back, brisk. “Let’s get outta here!”

Wilford ushers Dana, expression slightly alarmed from the smack, out the door, as Bim and Host follow.

Host has just left the steps of the manor’s porch and began to feel the sun on him again when his cell phone rings from his pocket.

“Call from, Yandere,” the phone chirps, and Host freezes.

This can only mean one thing: On the other end of the line, right now, the love of Host’s life is either waking up or disappearing forever. Yet Host can hardly bring himself to answer, because what if Dr. Iplier is dying? What if Host is about to lose him?

Host’s breath is caught in his throat, so he has no idea if Wilford or Dana can hear his phone ringing. But Bim is right next to him, and he’s just as still as Host. Host feels Bim’s hand squeeze his shoulder, sympathetic. Bim, too, is familiar with that endless wait, the paranoia of wondering whether or not he’s going to lose his person. It ended well for him, Oliver woke up. But will Dr. Iplier?

“You gotta answer,” Bim murmurs, voice uncharacteristically even and solemn. And he’s right, Host can’t let it ring forever. He can’t let it go to voicemail. It’s too important to ignore.

His hand still shakes as he removes the phone from his pocket and tells it to answer the call.

“Yandere?” he asks, and he could cringe at how small and scared his voice sounds if he wasn’t too anxious to care.

“K-Katarite-san,” Yandere says – no, sobs. He’s crying on the other end, so hard he can barely talk. But he is, like he promised he would. The tears make Host’s heart rocket faster. Yandere cries so easily, his tears could mean anything, but Host fears the worst.

“Yandere, please,” Host gasps. A trail of blood comes down his cheek, he can feel the new wetness cut through the drying tears from earlier. There’s so much to say, and nothing at all. “Please.”

“Shishi, he’s…” Yandere gasps, trying to catch his breath. Host stiffens all over. “…he’s awake, Katarite-san, h-he just woke up. He’s okay.”

Host could collapse. He almost does; body doubling over. Something inside him breaks open, filling his chest with warm, spiky pain. After all the sleepless nights, all the tears, all the whispered bargains and begging, Host had feared it would never lead to this. He had felt so desperately that leaving Dr. Iplier to come to the manor would be the last he ever saw of him, the last time he touched him. He has never been more glad to be wrong. His chest still hurts, hurts with emotion bursting out, breaking up the numbness that’s been lurking there for so long. Host can hardly breathe, his throat is closed over with sobs. He can’t even begin to narrate to orient himself against the tide of feeling, so it washes over him, and he is pulled under. It hurts more than anything. It’s unbearable. Host has never been happier in his life.

“Host!?” Bim asks from beside him, alarmed. He takes Host’s arm, the one not holding his phone, making sure he doesn’t fall. Host can’t blame him for worrying; his tears are coming out in full force, sobs are falling out of him without control.

Dr. Iplier is awake. He’s awake. He’s alive. God, Dr. Iplier is alive. And now, finally, so is Host.

“I’ll l-let you go,” Yandere says, sniffling, but Host can hear the smile in his voice. “We’ll be h-here when you get back. See you.” True to his word, Yandere hangs up then.

“Host, is Doc…?” Bim asks Host, voice frayed with nerves. In response, Host laughs. It’s quiet and choked, but unmistakably mirthful.

“He’s alive,” he gasps, “Yandere said he’s alive.”

Bim sighs in relief. Host keeps weeping. He’s not sure he’ll ever stop. The sun on him feels warmer than before, the ground beneath him softer, the air smells sweeter, the chirping birds in the woods sound more pleasant. The world is better, now that Dr. Iplier is in it again.

“Hey, what’s going on??” Wilford exclaims, followed by his footsteps running closer. He must’ve finally noticed Host’s tears.

“Yandere called,” Bim explains on Host’s behalf, voice giddy, “Doc is awake!”

“Bully!” Wilford practically shouts, so joyful he doesn’t care to moderate volume. “You gonna be alright there, friend?” he asks Host, voice a bit more gentle.

“The H-Host has never been better,” Host says, laughing a little yet again, wiping blood off his face with both hands. “He would like us to go back to Ego Inc. now, since we have found Dana as we desired.”

“True,” Wilford says. “Let’s go now!”

“How are we getting there from here?” Dana asks, possibly attracted into the conversation by their name. “There don’t seem to be any roads.”

“We don’t need roads,” Wilford replies, in a tone that Host knows is paired with a cheeky wink even without narration. “I can teleport!”

“Maybe brace yourself,” Bim warns, “He teleports through his void, and Wilford’s void isn’t anything like the mirror dimension.”

“I see,” Dana answers, a note of curiosity in their tone.

Host has never been excited to teleport with Wilford; his void is disorienting even for the sighted egos, and it’s much worse for Host. But now, there’s nothing more he wants to do than go through that void and go home.

Home to his doctor, at last.

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Ego Fears: Part 1

The entity from Who Killed Markiplier is said to prey on the insecurities and fears of a person. Therefore, each ego would have some sort of fear that it could prey on. (I’m not doing this for any specific reason. No, not at all…)

Darkiplier’s worst fear is a loss of control. Their whole existence was started by all parts of them having no control of a situation. Now that they finally have that back, they don’t want to lose it. This loss of control would include an inability to use his abilities or loss of control of not his body. After all, the entity within likely has the ability to take the reigns when it feels that Dark isn’t obeying. Don’t be weak. Prim & Proper.    As for insecurities, it can play on them not being able to defeat/kill Actor. Weak shell. Weak mind. Maybe it will make them see him when he's actually not there (this makes it hard for them to know when Actor is there and when it's their imagination, adding to their drift from sanity).

Wilford is already broken, so it's rather difficult for the entity to catch him off guard. However, it can easily trigger him by showing him an image of either Celine or Damien. Mayhaps, it could tell Wil that Dark has hidden them from him in an effort to break up their friendship/relationship. In addition, it may cause further death by Wilford's hands, due to the likely emotional breakdown that information would cause. It was an accident...

Engineer Mark is highly scarred by the events of the warp core. Because of this, the entity could play with him in many ways. For one, it could mess with his senses; make him think he's still in a loop. His mind would quickly drift back into madness, possibly leading him to take...drastic measures. Stop the wheel. Let us in. It also could play on his guilt about nearly destroying the universe. They would get into his head, whispering about all the death, all the destruction he caused. We can help you forget.

Well anyway, just wanted to get some of my thoughts out there. If you want more, please say so.

#markiplier #puppets on strings #darkiplier #wilford warfstache #engineer mark #markiplier egos #codi don't look

[thatoneweirdmoron]

So iswm part 2 came out...FUC-

Spoiler warning proceed with caution⚠️

I have thoughts, sooo many thoughts and a lot more feelings about this, first of all found warfstache and YANCY MY BOYYY oh god I miss him, he even made a musical for us but we couldn't here it since mark said fuck you, but its still great. Also love how the date for our interview with warfstache is the same interview in heist which is just cool to me.

And then there's darkiplier and hooo boy, first of all we were right Dorine is Celine called it which is nice, and second of all WHAT THE FUCK was that, we saw dark....just the feet and hands and I suspect that is the most we see of him in iswm, but atleast its something? But now I'm confused because I was under the impression that iswm is the sequel to heist but the true ending kinda contradicts that with dark getting the warp core crystal thing and it was implied that it's the same thing as the crystal on the box which makes me wonder which came first? Is it iswm or ahwm or adwm.

Other egos or past characters or people we encountered, henry and chica are in this (SO CUTEE), and ofc Abe our beloved detective, we got stan the water man as our dad, game theory parody and Mack, rosanna is back just in puppet form, we got serial killer mark that looks awfully similar to his look in the drowned man, the chef opening up his own diner, and many many more.

You can tell Mark and his team worked on this with their heart and soul and it came out great, the set designs, the effects, the acting was soo beautifully done and actually made me cry in some parts. So proud of what mark has accomplished with a date with markiplier being a small valentine project to now in space with markipliier with cgi and lore, It's wonderful and I'm looking forward to the next big project.

#in space with markiplier #markiplier #darkiplier #markiplier egos #wilford warfstache #iswm #amy nelson #yancy the prisoner #iswm spoilers #damien my boyy #celine love u do much #Sorry to my followers because your feed will be just filled with memes and rants about iswm for about a month #well dark was in this...if you count the shoe and hand

[rj0186]

Hello there! Welcome to the circus I call my Tumblr account where I mostly post Aesthetic Collages of my favorite characters!

Here is a masterlist of all the Aesthetic Collages I've done/ones I hope to do in the future.

The list isn't complete and will be added too!

Bendy And The Ink Machine

Henry Stein

Demon!Henry Stein

Sammy Lawrence

Norman Polk

Wally Franks

Joey Drew

Allison Pendle

Susie Campbell

Shawn Flynn

Bendy

Boris

Audrey Drew

Marvel

Bucky Barnes

Hawkeye

Steve Rogers

Sam Wilson

Netflix!Daredevil

Ultimate Spider-Man

Spider-Man

Iron Fist

Nova

White Tiger

Power Man

The Lizard

My Hero Academia

Shota Aizawa

Tamaki Amajiki

Present Mic

All Might

Izuku Midoriya

Tenya Iida

Fatgum

Hitoshi Shinsou

Sir Nighteye

Twice

Kurogiri

Shoto Todoroki

Ninjago

Kai

Jay

Zane

Cole

Lloyd

Nya

Sensei Wu

Sensei Garmadon

Pixel

Undertale

Papyrus

Sans

Frisk

Star Trek (TOS)

Captain Kirk

Spock

Dr. McCoy

MCU (Markiplier Connected Universe)

Damien

Actor!Mark

Wilford Warfstache

Abe

Celine

The D.A.

Yancy

Heist!Mark

Engineer!Mark

Engineer!Mark 2

The Captain

Darkiplier

Unus

Annus

Unus & Annus

A Heist With Markiplier (canon ending)

DC

Red Robin

Red Hood

Robin (Damien Wayne)

Batman

Young Justice:

Robin (Dick Grayson)

Wally West

Superboy

Red Arrow

Artemis

Blue Beetle

Nightwing

Arrowverse:

The Flash

Cisco Ramon

Caitlin Snow

Harrison Wells

Barry Allen

Reverse Flash

Green Arrow

Oliver Queen

Felicity Smoak

John Diggle

Roy Harper

Rip Hunter

Sara Lance

Gideon

Nate Heywood

Ray Palmer

Mick Rory

Martin Stein

Jefferson Jackson

Firestorm

Five Nights At Freddy's

Movie!Mike

Michael Afton

William Afton

C.C.

Elizabeth Afton

Henry Emily

Charlie Emily

Freddy Fazbear

Bonnie

Chica

Foxy

Withered Bonnie

Golden Freddy

The Puppet

Five Nights At Freddy's (The Movie)

Stardew Valley

Sebastian

Harvey

Shane

The Farmer

Willy

Resident Evil 4 (Remake)

Leon Kennedy

Luis Serra

Ashley Graham

Disney

Descendants

Carlos

Mal

Jay

Evie

Harry

Uma

Gil

Ben

Jane

Doug

Youtubers/Others

8-BitRyan

Dawko

Thinknoodles

Lixian

Star-Going-Supernova

Other Egos

Dawktrap

Antisepticeye

Star Wars

The Mandalorian

Miscellaneous

Phone Lock Screen

Merlin

Merlin

Arthur

Gwaine

Lancelot

Gwen

Morgana

Leon

Elyan

Percival

Spy x Family

Loid Forger

Yor Forger

Anya Forger

Lord Of The Rings

Frodo

Sam

Merry

Pipin

Aragon

Legolas

Gandalf

Percy Jackson/Kane Chronicles

Percy Jackson

Annabeth Chase

Nico Di Angelo

Carter Kane

Sadie Kane

#the amount of tags on here is gonna be WILD #marvel #markiplier #8-bitryan #batdr #batim #bendy and the ink machine #mha #youtuber egos #mcu #my hero academia #bnha #percy jackson #pjo #dawko #jackspeticeye #henry stein #sammy lawrence #fnaf #spy x family #merlin bbc #ninjago #re4 #arrowverse #undertale #star trek tos #lotr #stardew valley #kane chronicles #legends of tomorrow

[captain-neutrino]

Cease seeking approval from Mark in my notes u foolsss. Dont beg him to make my Darkiplier stuff canon or say its canon cuz he told you so- its canon because WE said so

Cut your strings, its time to go from mere puppet to mannequin. Strike terror in Mark E. Plier's heart. Make his characters do each other's makeup. Anarchy 🤘🏽

#this is a joke for those who cant tell #djsks #but also srsly abandon mark its time for the Singularity #i dont know what the Singularity is but thats what we're becoming i think here we go #captain's log

[michael-myers-favorite-simp]

Rules

What I will do:

Smut (I won’t be too well on this as I’m a minor)

Fluff

Angst

What I won’t do:

Incest

Pedophila (I’ll only mention it as I will write for Freddy Krueger)

Anything imoral with the exception of noncon and other things in that category

Characters I will write for:

SDRA2:

Emma magorobi

Hajime makunouchi

Yuki Meade

mikado sannoji (ai version I can’t do irl yet as I don’t know to much about him.)

Nikei yomiuri (I’ll try my best)

Iroha nijirue (only fluff and angst no smut)

Setsuka chiebukuro (no smut)

Hibiki and kanade otonokoji (no smut once again)

Sora (don’t know much abt her but I’ll try)

Shobai hashimoto (might be ooc)

Utsuro

[any character not listed here will not be written for and please do not request]

Creepypasta:

Eyeless jack

The puppeteer

Ticci Toby

Masky\tim

Hoodie\brian

Jeff the killer

Jane the killer

Jason the toy maker

Slenderman

Dr. smiley

Lui\sully

Bloody painter

Kagekao

Candypop

BEN (no smut)

Sally (NO ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIPS OR SMUT!)

[any character not listed here will not be written for and please do not request]

Youtubers/alter egos:

Crankgameplays

Blankgameplays

Mad mike

Markiplier

Darkiplier

Wilford warfstache (?)

Bingiplier

Googleiplier

Natewantstobattle

Natemare

Phantom

Jacksepticeye

Antisepticeye

Shneep (?)

Chase brody

Marvin the magnificent

Jackyboyman

Matpat

Madpat\antimatter

[any character not listed here will not be written for and please do not request]

Slashers:

Michael Myers

Freddy Krueger

Jason Voorhees

Bubba sawyer

Pinhead

Demogorgon (not a slasher I know)

Nemesis

Albert wesker

Pyramid head

Ghostface (billy loomis and stu matcher)

Billy lenz

Rainbow six siege

Lion

Kapkan

Doc

Rook

Fenrir ( I love this man sm)

Deimos

[any character not listed here will not be written for and please do not request]

Rules characters and fandoms will be added as I grow as a creator Also be aware I am really slow at writing

#request rules #rules #alteregos x reader #youtubers #x reader #slashers x reader #creepypasta x reader #sdra2 x reader #requests open #reqs open #rainbow six siege #rainbow six siege x reader

[deepfriedseagullfeet]

i actually have a few different timelines for jameson where different stuff happens so i should start writing them all down!! heres the ones so far:

the Alpha timeline: the main kind of jameson i talk about. anti took him as his husband, he spent years living with him withstanding all sorts of abuse and horrible shit, then is rescued by other egos and heals

the Alt! timeline: jameson is NOT taken by anti as his husband and lives a relatively normal life. besides being constantly under attack by the other egos and living with tremendous guilt. but hey hes got a cool pumpkin tattoo and fun hair

the Darkiplier timeline: jameson is taken hostage by Dark as ransom, but after dark becomes disgusted by anti's behavior towards the man he decides to keep jameson. he chills out with the other ipliers, feeling pretty safe with this powerful demon acting as his bodyguard (and eventual lover shhh)

the Really Sad timeline: anti is killed and jameson escapes, but he has no connections to other people and so essentially no safety net after escaping an abusive situation. he lives in a very cheap flat thats falling apart and his diet consists of cigarettes and black tea. he picks up several minimum wage jobs that he hates so he doesnt go back to being fucking homeless. he ends up sleeping with men who treat him like shit, he has no sense of self worth and literally wants to die every single day hes awake. he eventually takes a janitorial job in a hospital that may-or-may-not be the same hospital a certain dr schneeplestein works at. (thats all i have for this timeline so far. just imagine something really sad and depressing and thats this timeline. it probably gets better tho)

other Various Timelines without much fleshing out that i sometimes bounce around: anti and jameson do end up sharing a body, callback to my old lore ;) live almost as 1 being where they talk to each other in the mindscape and try to survive in the wilderness. anti and jameson are trapped in a shed that jack is holding them hostage in. anti takes all the egos as puppets when jacks body fails him and cycles through their bodies like fun outfits for his non-corporeal form to wear. jameson is made with time powers which can cause all kinds of fuckery to happen. thats all i got for now lol

i definitely feel like theres more concepts that im forgetting but here are the ones so far. i dont have au's. i have alternate timelines that Could Technically Happen depending on how things pan out for jameson

#i should explore some of these sometime haha #besides the darkiplier timeline. mr pxppet is writing that one for me <3 #ego posting

[scorpiioskiies]

𝚁𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝙾𝚗𝚕𝚢

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main user: 𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝙷𝚘𝚖𝚎!,

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𝗦𝗵𝗲/𝗵𝗲𝗿. 𝗫𝗩𝗜𝗜𝗜. 𝘀𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗽𝗶𝗼(𝗼𝗯𝘃). 𝗥𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗘𝘃𝗶𝗹 + 𝗠𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗮𝗳𝘁 + 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗟𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗢𝗳 𝗨𝘀 + 𝗙𝗡𝗔𝗙 + 𝗣𝗼𝗽𝗽𝘆 𝗣𝗹𝗮𝘆𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲.

♏ ﹙ 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗺𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝘀 𝗼𝗿 𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗮𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀!! ）

﹕ 𝗅𝗈𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖺. . .

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𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝘂𝗽 ❪ scorpiioskiies/naturallymqvis/naturallydayz ❫

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Hello, The name's Scorpio! 👋

Welcome to my little square space. I hope you feel welcomed to talk, chat, or anything in particular.

If you don't like my stories, it's okay. If you do, please reblog, like, or follow this account if you want.

More stories, Oneshots, and others will be coming soon!

Unless stated otherwise, the reader will be Gender neutral or female, because that's easiest for me. I hope you don't mind 💜. Please do not ask if I can add your OCs or change anything, because its hard work to do so.

If you want to talk about anything, I'm down for it! Give me anything to talk about and I'll be right here if you need me!🙃

Nothing much about me, but the 'All About Me' button is there to press if you wanna know more!

My Oneshots, stories and other things are for all to enjoy!

Thank you so much! Have a lovely day, readers! Farewell! 👋💜💜.

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𝐂һᥲrᥲᥴ𝗍ᥱr 𝐋іs𝗍

*𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐕𝐚𝐫𝐲. 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫!*

𝗔𝘁𝘁𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗢𝗻 𝗧𝗶𝘁𝗮𝗻 ─

• Levi Ackerman

• Eren Yeager

• Armin Arlert

• Jean Kirstein

• Reiner Braun

• Connie Springer

𝗖𝗦𝗜: 𝗖𝗿𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗦𝗰𝗲𝗻𝗲 𝗜𝗻𝘃𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗴𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 ──

• Gil Grissom

• Warrick Brown

• Nick Stokes

• Greg Sanders

𝗥𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗘𝘃𝗶𝗹 ─

• Chris Redfield

• Leon S. Kennedy

• Jill Valentine

• Albert Wesker

• Claire Redfield

• Ada Wong

• Rebecca Chambers

• Ethan Winters

• Carlos Oliveira

• Karl Heisenberg

• Rosemary Winters

• Ashley Graham

• Lady Alcina Dimitrescu

• Alice

• Luis Sera

𝗙𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗡𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗔𝘁 𝗙𝗿𝗲𝗱𝗱𝘆'𝘀 ─ 𝗔𝗻𝗶𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗶𝗰𝘀

• Bonnie the Bunny

• Chica & The Cupcake (Senor Cakey)

• Foxy the Pirate Fox

• Freddy Fazbear

• Golden Freddy

• Toy Freddy

• Toy Bonnie

• Toy Chica *inserts Lenny face*

• Mangle

• Balloon Boy

• The Marionette

• Withered Freddy

• Withered Bonnie

• Withered Chica

• Withered Foxy

• Shadow Freddy

• Phantom Bonnie

• Phantom Freddy

• Phantom Chica

• Phantom Foxy

• Phantom Mangle

• Phantom Puppet

• Phantom Balloon Boy

• Springtrap

• Crying Children

• Nightmare Freddy

• Nightmare Bonnie

• Nightmare Chica

• Nightmare Foxy

• Nightmare Balloon Boy

• Jack-O-Bonnie

• Jack-O-Chica

• Nightmare Mangle

• Circus Baby

• Ballora

• Funtime Foxy

• Bon-Bon

• Funtime Freddy

• Funtime Lolbit

• Rockstar Freddy

• Rockstar Bonnie

• Rockstar Chica

• Rockstar Foxy

• Security Puppet

• Happy Frog

• Mr. Hippo

• Helpy

• Trash and The Gang

• Music Man

• Vanny

• Glamrock Freddy

• Gregory

• Glamrock Chica

• Montgomery Gator

• Roxanne Wolf

• Glamrock Bonnie

𝗙𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗡𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗔𝘁 𝗙𝗿𝗲𝗱𝗱𝘆'𝘀 ─ 𝗛𝘂𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘀

Charlie (Charlotte) Emily

The Stage Kid

Evan Afton

Susie

Jeremy

Gabriel

Fritz

Cassidy

Elizabeth Afton

The 3 Funtime Kids

The "Save Them" Kids

Micheal Afton

William Afton

Henry Emily

𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗶𝗽𝗹𝗶𝗲𝗿 ─

Santaplier 🎅

Wilford Warfstache 💗🌸🧁🍭

William J. Barnum 🔍♠️

Darkiplier ♥️♣️

Damien/The Mayor ✒️🖋️

Actor Mark 🍷 🎥 🏆

King Of The Squirrels 👑 🐿️

The Author 📚

The Host 🥂

Bim Trimmer 🎙️📻

Dr. Iplier 👨‍⚕️🩺🥼🩻

Chef Iplier 🍽️ 🍣🍾🥂🍷

Yandereplier 🩸🔪🗡️♥️

Dr. Plier (Therapist) 📋

Googleplier 💻💽💾📱

Bingiplier 📱🖥️😎

Markbop 🕶️🧢

Eric Derekson 👓☠️🎱

Derek Derekson 🟡💛

Dave Torres 🌃🍿🕥

The Jims 📷📹🎤📰

Yancy 🔲🔳🔲🔳🔲🔳

Captain Magnum 🏴‍☠️⚓🚢🛳️⛵

Illinois 🐪🐫🥾🔥🐚💫

Annus 🤍⚪🤍⚪

E-Boy Mark 🖤🤍🖤🤍

The MerMer 🧜🧜‍♂️

Noiriplier 🥃🔍⚫

Dadiplier/Stan Wheeler 💧🔵🌊

The Pornipliers 🍕🛠️🩺🪓🛟🛑

Murderplier 🔪🩸

Head Soldier Mark 🔫🪖🎖️

Camp Counselor Mark 🍳🍵🔥⛺🏕️

Bomb Diffuser Mark 💣🤯

The God Of Night 🌃🌑🎑🌕

Resident Enis Mark 🧟‍♂️🧟‍♀️🧟

FNAF Musical Mark 🐻🐰🐥🦊

FNAF AR Announcer 📹🎤

Bill 🐺🦊

𝗝𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀𝗲𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗲𝘆𝗲 ─

Jack (Himself)

Antisepticeye

Dr. Schneeplestein

Jackieboy Man

Marvin The Magnificent

Chase Brody

Jameson Jackson

𝗡𝗪𝗧𝗕 ─

Nate (Himself)

Senpai Nate

Phantom

Natemare

FNAF Musical Nate

𝗗𝗗𝗟𝗖 ─

• Satori (Male! Sayori)

• Yuki (Male! Yuri)

• Naruki (Male! Natsuki)

• Moniko (Male! Monika)

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Many more will be comimg soon 🔜. So don't worry!

Thank you all so much! If you request a character from this list, then feel free to send an ask!

Only I will accept the characters on this list.

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Tag No. 2 - Reblogs

Tag No. 3 - Requested

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