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.
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tws: delirium, hypnosis, captivity, hand feeding
summary: in the puppet!pink au. chase (pink) disrespects pseudo and is hypnotized to a state of extreme delirium and confusion.
i'm still a little rusty comin back but i'm building myself up to continue our cyoa :)! anyway please enjoy!
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The table is set, and Chase sits in the chair assigned to him. Nervous feet dance about under the surface, shaking the glass of water placed before him. He is not allowed to drink until he asks permission.
"Um..." the man starts, looking up at the monster. It cooks at the stove, French toast and hash browns today, with a side of blueberries and strawberries to put on top.
"Um..." mimics Pseudo, after a period of silence.
"Um, I- I was..... I was wondering if I could call someone today."
"Who would you call?"
Who would he call?
Chase perks up at the question.
"C- can I call Stacy?"
Pseudo flips a piece of french toast in the pan. With the way his kitchen is built, whoever cooks at the stove has their back turned to the table. Chase cannot read or attempt to read his captor's expressions.
"I don't think so."
"You d-" Chase bites his tongue, holding back his outburst. "Okay, how about Niko?"
The monster thinks on it. Or maybe he doesn't. Chase wouldn't know. But it's silent in the room, and the water is still shaking, and the pan is still sizzling, and Pseudo's back is still turned.
"I don't think so," Pseudo finally says.
".... Why not?"
Pseudo only shrugs.
The man's brows furrow. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Pseudo shrugs again.
Biting his tongue once more, Chase has to take a deep breath. Instead of bickering, he takes a sip of water, giving his sharp tongue something else to do.
Pseudo stops cooking.
"Put the glass down," he says, back still turned.
Chase realizes what he's done, and his heart falls to his stomach. In an act of his own fear, he goes to set the glass back on the table.
But then.. he doesn't.
The room is frozen. Chase isn't sure why he's doing this. But he's angry, and what else does he have to lose?
He takes another drink, staring at Pseudo's back.
"Pink."
"No, I don't.... I- I don't think so."
Pseudo puts the french toast on the plate, decorating with powdered sugar, syrup, and the fruit.
"What don't you think?"
He turns to face the puppet now, plate in hand.
"I don't think I wanna listen to you anymore. I- I think..."
Pseudo steps forward, and the toy falters a moment.
"...... I think I deserve to go home."
The plate is set before Chase, at the table in the chair he is assigned to sit. Nervous feet dance under the surface, shaking the water he wasn't supposed to drink from.
"I think," Pseudo sits down with him, "you aren't feeling like yourself this morning. And you're very sorry for acting like this. Aren't you?"
Chase frowns. He loses eye contact with his captor.
"I don't think so.."
Pseudo shrugs once more, chuckling.
"Then you shouldn't think at all."
Before he can even think to protest, Chase's head is swimming with hypnosis. His entire body goes weak, and the glass ends up crashing to the table. Groaning, the puppet tries to fight, but it feels like the syrup that was used for his breakfast is pouring itself down his throat, his eye sockets, his bloodstream. There is not a single thing he can do to stop it, and every coherent thought he had is replaced with a confused babbling string of nonsense. He can't understand what he's feeling, can't understand what he's saying, can't understand any of it.
He hears cooing, baby talk, somewhere far away. He didn't realize he fell into the table until he's being guided back up, a firm hand on his neck and jaw to keep his attention.
"Pink, Pink? Can you hear me?"
"Hkk-"
"No no, don't try to speak. Just nod or shake your head."
Pink nods, desperate for stability. What's happened? When did? What does powdered sugar sees to the table one hand on the on the theres? Does the stove on counter down wear the?
"Ah- h--!" Chase whiiiiines, fearful of his own messy train of thought.
"Shhh, shhh, don't think. Look at me, Pink. You're alright. Here...."
A blueberry is plucked from the plate and presented to Pink's mouth.
"Open up."
He obeys without thinking. Pseudo is the only thing he can focus on, even with vision blurred. For once everything else is scarier than he is.
"Good job, Pink. Now I have a very important question for you, are you ready?"
Chase nods his head. Is he ready? What's going on?
"What do you think?"
Pink chokes on his own words, shaking his head.
What does he think? What does he think? What does he think? The nonsensical words jumbled in his brain begin to die, and he is left with nothing but empty. Nothing but Pseudo. Pseudo, Pseudo, Pseudo, Pseudo, Pseudo is what he thinks. He thinks, he thinks? No, he isn't thinking. He's confused, wait, what does he think?
"Help," Pink finally whispers, terrified in his confusion.
"Poor thing," Pseudo frowns. He is sure to speak slow, steady. "You need to answer my question first, and then I can help you, okay?"
What was the question? What did he say??
"Wh--- H?"
"What do you think?"
Pink begins to cry, not understanding what's being asked of him.
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