#could he be classified as heehoo

[kareuoneandonly]

| More Mark | I was feeling a lil sad and overworked, so I finally finished a painting of @markiplier - (I can’t quite remember where this screencap was from, I found it floating around in my files...?)

#should i be concerned #markiplier #kareuoneart #unusannus #heehoo #is this heehoo? #could he be classified as heehoo? #digital painting

[seaofghouls]

Steps Forward: Chapter 2

[ heehoo x reader ]

[ damien x reader ]

[ D.A Reader ]

Warnings: Graphic Violence, Blood

@markiplier

Spoilers for Who Killed Markiplier, Unus Annus ( although, U.A is gone now, unfortunately. )

taglist: the-spiciest-sinnamon-roll 

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Y/N rubbed their eyes as they sat up. Heehoo was still asleep. They had another one of those dreams again. Although, it could be classified as a nightmare.

They got everything ready for the morning and cooked some breakfast for them and Heehoo. They just.. couldn’t take their mind off of it. 

It’d always start out normal. Damien and Y/N would be walking through the park, just like they used to. Then.. the ground would cave in form beneath them. When they landed, Y/N lifted their head to see Mark with his foot and Damien’s head. With way more force than he should have, he crushes their best friend’s skull from right beneath his feet. Blood splattered everywhere, all Y/N can do is scream until they wake up.

They set breakfast on the table and sighed. It felt like all they could do is relive their best friend’s death. Over and over again, all at the hands of that rotten snake. Tears were forming in their eyes, they did their best to keep them there. 

“Fuck.. why couldn’t I do anything?!” Y/N bit their lip.   They were pulled out of their thoughts by something nuzzling their arm. 

Looking down, they saw Heehoo’s worried face. 

“..Hey, Kitten. Sorry about that. Just.. just a nightmare. Yeah.” They seemed to be trying to convince themself more than Heehoo, but it was obvious that it wasn’t working. 

“L-let’s just get breakfast, huh?” Y/N gave a weak smile. 

Heehoo nodded.  “So! First lesson! Standing, sitting, and walking.” Y/N said.

That along many other lessons, took up Y/N’s evenings and weekends. Never once did Heehoo destroy the house while they were out.

Several months later, he was trained enough to go out shopping and go out into the town with Y/N. They still had to work on his speech of course, but most of the time he was silent while they were out anyways. 

There ,of course, have been way too many times to count where Heehoo reminded Y/N so much of Damien that it hurt. Heehoo was always around to comfort Y/N when they had these awful nightmares.

With a few more months of practice, Heehoo’s speech was perfected. He talked as proper as Damien, in fact. Strangely enough, Y/N never taught him a lot of the proper terms that he uses. 

They had found a job opening for Heehoo, an attorney, that would work along side the neighborhood officer, which would be Y/N. That way they could check up on each other. 

Y/N smiled as Heehoo looked in the mirror. He was dressed in a black suit. Just like the one that Damien used to wear. Y/N tried to shake the thoughts from their head. 

 They had come a long way since they had first met. From a feral caveman to a proper human being.

 "Well.. how do I look?" He nervously smiled.

 "You look amazing." Y/N grinned.

 "Well, you ready to go? We'll be late for the job opening if we don't hurry." Y/N said. 

 "Ah, yeah. We should go." Heehoo smiled. 

 "You'll be an attorney! I'll be able to visit you whenever I fee like it, too!" Y/N giggled. 

 "Yeah!" Heehoo grinned. "Oh, speaking of that, do you still want me to call you Heehoo or would you like a different name?" Y/N asked. 

 "I don't know why.. but I feel like Damien fits. So.. call me Damien." He smiled.

 "Alright, Damien! The next step awaits us!" Y/N said with a smile.

....

“So the little worm found his way back to our daring district attorney, huh? Ignoring his role~! What a naughty boy. This just won’t do. Although, the villain role is now fulfilled. So what shall we do with this outcast?” 

The man in red laughed. 

“As they say, steps forward.” 

“He’ll just be excluded from our story.”  With a mad grin, he laughed again.

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#wkm damien #wkm y/n #who killed markiplier #wkm actor mark #wkm district attorney #heehoo #heehoo x reader #heehoo x da #mayor damien x reader #damien x district attorney #mayor attorney #markiplier #markiplier egos

[ask-corrupt-spooky-boys]

(heehoo time to emotionally hurt pump-) Dang Pump, you really called your "best friend" stupid?? I don't even think you could classify as one now.

Skid is clearly scared of you. Granted, who wouldn't be? You force fed him weird meat that probably shouldn't be consumed (and it made him throw up), stitched his mouth closed, almost crushed his spine, and overall treat him as just an object.

Speaking of treating Skid like an object, You didn't even use his pronouns when I asked to adopt him. You just said "this is mine", as if he was an object. And that's what he is, at least to you.

You treat him as a disposable object that you've horribly broken. It's like he's a old childhood toy that you basically destroyed as a child, and yet he:s still intact. He's still alive and holding out hope that he can save you.

And yet- here YOU are, insulting Skid and inflicting physical and emotional pain on him. I thought you could be better to your "best friend", Pump.

🎃: ....*Some of the corruption fades away, half of his mouth and an eye can be seen* “I-IM SORRY, THIS ISNT ME, HELP M-” *The corruption spreads back* ...”Nevermind him, just leave.”