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fictional-actors-bracket · 6 months

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Actor Mark, Who Killed Markiplier, A Date/Heist/In Space With Markiplier

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He was born around the late 1800s I think? He grew up in the same house as The Colonel/William J. Barnum and was friends with Damian and Celine. He ended up marrying Celine and becoming a famous actor, while William went off to fight in the war and Damian became mayor. However, at some point William and Celine had a relationship and she cheated on him. After Mark found out, he shut himself away from his friends and stayed in his manor, which was haunted or something. He blamed the cheating on William, assuming that because he was so rich and famous, he made her cheat on him and she DEFINITELY didn’t do it because Mark was a selfish asshole. He came up with a with a plan to get revenge on William because it was entirely his fault and JUST his fault and not Celine’s fault because how could she have consented to that when he was so cool and charismatic???

I think he was also somewhat corrupted by the house, which was evil. But a lot of the characters that go there don’t always notice it because they’ve come into contact with it a lot and are used to it. Except for the Groundskeeper (I forgot his name, might’ve been Frank?) who knows the house was evil and refuses to go in and maybe Celine (she’s magic). And so he invites his friends back to his manor (Markiplier Manor, he randomly decided to change his own name to seem more fancy and William judges him for it) and has a party! The attendees are: Damian, the Chef, the Butler, Abe the Detective, the Colonel (William), and us, as the District Attorney. We were invited by Damian because we were friends in college and now work with him. They gamble and drink and the D.A. falls asleep at 1:00 AM. Everyone else is also asleep by then, except for the Colonel and Mark. Mark gets him drunk and convinces him to play Russian Roulette. But it was rigged. He tricks William into shooting him, and in a panic he throws the body down the stairs and tries to cover it up. The D.A. is recruited as the Detective’s partner (his full name is Abraham Lincoln and every partner he’s had has died a tragic but comical death). They try to figure out the murderer, and Celine (the Seer) shows up, to everyone’s surprise and tries to use you to figure out the mystery. However, her work is interrupted.

At one point the Chef mentions the Groundskeeper, and so you go to interrogate him. Celine stays behind to continue her work, and Damian decides to watch her (they’re twins, Celine is older). The Colonel is still in his bedroom, sleeping. The Groundskeeper states that he hasn’t gone in the cursed manor for years and wants to keep that streak. Only some horrible and incredibly specific circumstances could lead to him going in. Suddenly, there’s a flash of light inside the manor and everyone runs towards it to see what happened, the Groundskeeper saying that these are the circumstances. When they get in, Damian and Celine are missing and the Colonel is awake and very confused. No one knows what happened, and one by one, the employees leave, not wishing to reach the same fate. You, the Detective, and the Colonel are the only ones remaining. Abe and William end up having a confrontation, ending in Abe being shot and the D.A. being shot by accident. You end up in a strange black void with Damian and Celine.

They explain to you that the house is evil and pulled them in to this void so that Mark could steal Damian’s body (EVEN THOUGH HE WAS ONE OF THE ONLY INNOCENT PARTIES IN THIS AND ACTUALLY WANTED TO MAKE AMENDS… FURTHER PROOF THAT ACTOR MARK IS A GODDAMN ASSHOLE) and that they used the last of their energy to pull you here to explain. Their bodies are gone, but yours is still there. They could all be in your body with you and track down Mark to get Damian his body back.

You agree, and you end up back in your body, getting up to see William cradling Damian’s cane (my boy…). He sees you and realizes that it was all a PRANK! If you’re not dead, Damian and Celine aren’t dead! Of course they’re not! It was just a silly prank! He can’t believe he didn’t figure it out before, it was so obvious! And so he goes away to search for them… calling out through the house for his lost friends. You look into the mirror, and crack your neck. The mirror shatters, and becomes your prison.

Your body walks away without you. That’s ‘Who Killed Markiplier?’ along with some backstory! Next is ‘DAMIAN’ ! (You can watch all this stuff on YouTube btw, it is Markiplier) Damian lives with his twin sister, Celine. She’s only older by a bit, but she’s very bossy. They live in a cabin in the snowy woods. Every day, Damian goes out to chop wood for the fire while his sister goes out to hunt… something. One day, he sees a small pink flower (It represents William, or Wilford Warfstache, as he’s known now) thriving in the ice and snow. He goes home with enough wood and tells his sister about the flower. She tells him to sleep. He sleeps, and the next day he goes back and the little pink flower is still there, somehow living for another day. He goes home with enough wood and tells his sister about the flower. She tells him to sleep.

She actually said the exact same things she said yesterday, but different because Damian responds differently. I think there might have been a scary painting at one point? Damian goes to chop wood for the fire, but he hears Celine calling out for help. Being a good brother and a good person in general, he immediately heads towards the voice, and ends up on a lake covered in ice. The ice breaks, and guess what? ACTOR MARK IS HERE ONCE AGAIN (to be a bitch)! He says something about Celine tearing his heart out if she saw him again, and tells Damian that he, Mark, is the hero of this story. Celine shows up to ruin the fun, and Mark leaves, soon enough. Damian convinces Celine to let him help her for once, and he decides to give Mark the villain he wants. Celine finally gets some rest, and Mark gains control of their (the D.A.’s) body. In ‘A Date With Markiplier’ and ‘A Heist With Markiplier’, the viewer is the main character and Mark is the other main character. In some endings, Mark leaves for another character (also played by Markiplier but different from Actor Mark himself) to be important to the plot of a couple endings. At one point he tries to separate from you in the sewers and whenever you actually agree you instantly end it. During most of the endings, he seems to be mostly friendly, but in some he’s just a douchebag. In ‘In Space With Markiplier’, I think the real Mark has said that Engineer Mark and Actor Mark are not the same, but I don’t really remember. I think that’s all I have to say. There’s a lot I didn’t say and probably some videos I forgot. Anyways I hate this guy, he’s an asshole"

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gay-spaghetti · 3 years

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Evil Celine | Who Killed Markiplier? AU

evil celine evil celine evil celine evil celine evil celine evi-!!! ----

This is something I’ve been thinking about for a LONNNNG time, way back when WKM came out in 2017. I remember being so sure that Celine was bad. When DAMIEN came out though, I realized she wasn’t heartless, just stoic and strong!

Buuuuuut~~ this gives me the perfect opportunity me to go crazy with an AU! So what if Celine was the dastardly villain in all of this?

Here’s a summary of the AU under the cut! I’m planning to do a MAP in the near future, so keep an eye out! :D

In this AU, Mark is still a famous and wealthy actor, but he is widely beloved and rather charitable. He occasionally gets a big head, and isn’t always very modest, but he’s by no means a wicked or selfish person. He cherishes his career as an actor, and loves bringing joy to his fans. Mark is also head-over-heels for his wife Celine, a mysterious, and seemingly-magical seer. They met through her twin brother Damien, Mark’s good friend and town mayor.

Celine prides herself in her supernatural work, but unlike her husband, she views power and wealth as what’s most important. Manipulative, greedy, narcissistic, power-hungry---all accurate ways to describe her. Being extremely intelligent, she dropped out of college, viewing it as a waste of time. When her, slightly-younger, brother Damien became mayor, he introduced her to his friend Mark, a well-known celebrity. With Mark’s gorgeous looks, wealth, status, and sweet, flirtatious attitude, the two of them hit it off instantly, and got married a few years later.

After a couple of short years into their marriage, Celine realizes she’s unhappy and rather annoyed, knowing that she doesn’t really love Mark. Originally, she was going to divorce him, but she realized she didn’t want to lose all the wealth she shared with Mark---which technically all belonged to him. So to solve this problem, she resorts to killing her husband to collect the insurance money.

Celine figured this would be easy enough, but something rather bizarre and unexpected happens. After killing him, Mark just comes back to life within a few hours! The next few weeks, Celine does everything she can to end his life. She stabs him, drowns him, chokes him, poisons him, shoots him, and much more, but nothing is successful. He just wont stay dead.

During these attempted murders, Mark is scared and extremely confused, having no idea that Celine is the one doing this. He doesn’t even realize that he’s actually dying and repeatedly coming back. He goes to his dear friend and butler, Ben, to vent his fears and frustrations, going to Celine for comfort too, but she just tells him that these are all simple nightmares. Of course, that doesn’t convince him. Cuts, bruises, gunshot wounds, occasionally choking up water, and other sorts of horrible things are not typically symptoms of bad dreams.

Finally, Mark somewhat realizes what’s happening here. At the very least, he recognizes that his beloved wife is the cause. Celine attempts to kill him yet again, but this time, he was expecting it. After a fight and a loud argument, Mark forces her to leave his home. She happily leaves, finally revealing how she truly feels about Mark. Not only that, but just a week or so later, she gets together with Mark’s friend Colonel William, who thinks Celine and Mark just divorced.

Stricken with agonizing grief, anger, horror, and anguish, Mark soon devises a plan to get back at his sickeningly evil wife. This plan....is the poker party plan.... but with a few differences.

Being corrupted by heartbreak and the dark influences of the manor, Mark’s scheme is cold and twisted. Not wanting an actual officer or detective to be involved in this, he hires a good friend he met in college, a fellow drama student and actor named Abe, to pretend to be a detective. Their plan was to expose Celine's horrid actions to her brother, and all of Mark’s friends. Ultimately, Mark was going to make sure that Celine “died” in that house, so she could feel exactly what he went through.

Things... don’t exactly go the way they were intended though.

Celine, Damien, William, and the DA are all invited to the poker party, with Chef and Butler Ben attending as well (Obviously). The plan kicks off with DA finding Mark’s dead body. Most of the same things occur; tensions rise, accusations are made, weird happenings from the house, and more, but this time, Celine is there from the start, and Abe is in on it. Also, the scene in the wine cellar does not happen.

When Celine starts getting rightfully accused, William throws a wrench into things by repeatedly standing up for her, to the point where he and Abe start shouting and pointing guns at each other.

After hours of intensity, high tensions, and strange evil from the house, Celine attempts to put a stop to this. She goes into that small room with her brother, finally being able to recognize the dark powers lying within the mansion. She figures out what Mark is trying to do, and she tries to end it with her dark magic. Damien is scared, confused, and beyond worried.

Meanwhile, Abe hurries to the room to prevent Celine from stopping Mark’s plan, but William blocks him, wholeheartedly believing that his love is innocent. A loud and angry argument ensues, which leaves both men dead. William, a soldier of war, shoots Abe in the chest. Abe, a simple actor with not as much experience with guns as the Colonel, shoots William in reaction to being shot, getting him right in the head. Of course, he dies instantly, and Abe dies just a few minutes after, completely horrified by his actions and the overall situation. The DA is just as, if not more, horrified, having just seen two people kill each other.

While that happens, Celine is performing her wicked magic, her goal being to end Mark for good. She realizes though that for this particular spell to work, she needs a sacrifice. So, being the cold-hearted person that she is, she kills Damien---someone who loved and trusted her. This backfires, and the manor’s evil is proven to be more powerful than Celine. She, along with her brother, turn into the entity called Dark (Dark’s appearance more resembles Celine in this AU). In a confrontation between Dark and Mark in a black, endless void, Mark uses Celine’s life energy to heal his broken body, although scars still cover his form. He shames and condemns Celine for what she’s done, expressing his sorrow for Damien, and the rest of his friends, as he only intended for Celine to suffer. With that, Mark escapes his mansion for good.

The dust settles.... and the manor is quiet. The groundskeeper, butler, and chef, are all long gone, and death overcomes the building. Panicked, confused, and traumatized, DA leaves the manor, but is surprised to find Mark outside! Seeing the pain the DA went through, Mark is shocked, and even feels guilty. He apologizes, and comforts and reassures them, offering his friendship. Still wildly baffled, and a little hesitant, DA accepts.

Back inside the manor, around 15 hours after Mark and the DA leave, Abe and William awaken from their death. They are BEYOND puzzled and definitely traumatized. Stricken with uncertainty and insanity, the two leave together. Dark leaves too, but she makes sure she is not seen. Her quest to successfully kill Mark is nowhere near over.

Over the decades, Mark continues his acting career, but also starts directing! DA is along for the ride, and the two of them, now close friends, get into all sorts of shenanigans and strange adventures.

Abe and Will do as well, but this time, as friends, not enemies. They both lean into their insanity in their own way. They both suffer through it, but Will eventually starts to embrace is, and Abe is stuck feeling traumatized and helpless. As shown above, they become performers together to find purpose. Will becomes a joyful clown, and Abe becomes an anxious and sorrowful mime.

This Dark is very similar to canon Dark, but is way more evil and harsh. She’ll occasionally stick around with William (now Wilford), but is more often than not trying to sabotage Mark and DA’s adventures and shows.

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@itsjustkyss @smiledog15578 @huffle-puff-ego

So that’s my AU!! I know that’s a LOT of information.... oof :3 I really hope y’all like it! Feel free to ask me questions about it, draw art, and even suggest ideas for it!

Again, I plan to host an animated MAP for this AU, so keep a lookout for that!

#who killed markiplier #markiplier #my art #celine the seer #darkiplier #mayor damien #Wilford Warfstache #au #alternate universe

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faeriescorpio · 3 years

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Chapter 3 of Damien Time Travel AU

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27014884/chapters/67912645

The nap had not helped all that much, but as Damien stared at the ceiling, it did allow for his mind to come up with ideas on how to avoid that party.

First, he needed some sort of event that would keep William and the District Attorney busy and keep them away from Mark’s party. The District Attorney didn’t know Mark all that well, so hopefully, any event would do, and Damien figured as long as it was a party of some sort, William would show up. Damien took a moment to wonder why on earth William had shown up to Mark’s party in the first place. William knew that Mark was aware of the affair, so why did he show his face? Surely it wasn’t William’s love of partying that made him show up, right? Damien growled into his hands.

Even if he pulled William and the DA out of the party, there was still a chance that Celine was in danger. Although she hadn’t shown up until the day after, who knows what Mark would do after it became clear that his plan fell apart. If he could get Celine somewhere safe, then there would be no one for Mark to take out his anger on except for the detective, who Damien had no idea how to contact and didn’t think was in any particular danger anyways. The detective had died the last time, yes, but not because of Mark. He was clearly one of Mark’s puppets, placed there to immediately arrest William, but that hadn’t gone to plan last time either. But if there was no one to “kill” Mark, there would be no one to arrest, and no crime to solve, so Damien figured that the detective would be safe and alive after it was all said and done. Curse Mark for bringing in innocent bystanders!

Damien rolled out of bed with a sigh and headed over to the phone. He would need to be in contact with William again. After the cover-up of William’s accident on the safari hunt, Damien had distanced himself a bit in an attempt to keep his name clear. He hadn’t gotten very close to his good friend again before the affair was revealed. Damien hadn’t known much of what had happened, since he didn’t keep good contact with his sister, but both Celine and William had told him about it after Mark found out. Damien had expected Mark to come complain to him too, except the actor had only closed himself off in his mansion, speaking to fewer people. Having the gift of hindsight, Damien realized just how strange the sudden party invitation really had been. If Damien had been in better contact with William and Celine, he would’ve been more suspicious of the invitation and wouldn’t have come.

Damien picked up the phone and stared at it, becoming better acquainted with the older technology once more. His finger hovered over the numbers before he set it down, dismayed. He couldn't remember their phone numbers. Of course, it had been about one hundred years, but having even the slightest delay in calling his old friend did nothing for his nerves. He hurried to his office and found a notebook with some phone numbers written down. He skipped past The District Attorney's and his sister's numbers quickly, searching for William's. He took the book back with him to the living room where the phone sat, firmly attached to the wall. He grimaced at the old technology.

He dialed William’s number first. Celine trusted him, even if she sometimes babied him and acted as if she knew better. If he were to call her and convince her not to show up at Mark’s mansion, he didn’t think it would take much convincing to make her agree.

“Hello?” A voice rang from the phone gruffly. “Who is this?”

“William,” Damien greeted, breath almost catching in his throat at the sound of his old friend’s voice. It sounded almost like Wilford’s except less slurred. “It’s been a while.”

There was a sound like someone shifted abruptly on the other side of the phone.

“Damien!” William cried, sounded very cheerful and relieved. “Old chap, how are you?” Damien felt a wave of guilt that the last time around he hadn’t spoken to William that much. It was clear they both missed each other.

“I’m doing well,” Damien replied, smiling even though the Colonel wouldn’t be able to see it. “I was wondering if you’d like to go out for a coffee sometime this week. We could catch up.”

“Delightful!” William all but shouted into the phone, making Damien reflexively pull away before bringing the phone back. “Any day works for me, but I know you’ve got that stuffy job of yours.”

Damien grinned at the playful jab. Trust William to act like nothing had changed.

“It’s not that stuffy,” Damien protested half-heartedly, and William barked with laughter.

“Only because of that friend of yours, ey?” The Colonel’s voice lowered conspiratorially. “You want to give them cash, Dams?”

Damien blinked, confused. “I-” He paused, flushing, as he recalled the word’s meaning back in the day. “I do not want to kiss them!” His face was burning. William laughed into the receiver.

“What I wouldn’t give to see your face right now!” He chuckled. Damien felt his blush refuse to go away.

He glanced to the side for a distraction and caught sight of his calendar and caught sight of the date. September 28. Only 12 days until Mark’s party. He cleared his throat in surprise. He hadn’t realized he had so little time, although he supposed he should be thankful he hadn’t come back right on that dreaded day. But still, only 12 days? Everyone would have surely gotten their invitations to the party by now. He had to convince William that hanging out with him was better than going to Mark’s mansion.

“I’ll be open Saturday,” he managed. “I hope that isn’t too soon for you?” While he knew that planning a meet-up so quickly was something often done back in the more modern day, he was now the mayor again, and it would certainly seem impolite to plan an outing not two days prior. But he didn’t have much time, and William was eccentric enough that he probably didn’t notice any lack of propriety.

“Hotsy-Totsy!” William barked into the phone before abruptly hanging up. Damien stared at the phone for a moment.

“Hotsy-Totsy?” he repeated, dismayed. He considered the word, trying to figure out if William agreed to come or not in his own strange way. Then he shook his head.

“He’s coming.” Probably. He shook his head fondly. He set the phone down before picking it up again. He had to check on his sister. He had no idea why Celine hadn’t been at the party, or why she had shown up right after. He had no idea where she was currently. He rang her up and waited, but the call didn’t go through. He waited to leave a voicemail, but the phone hung up. He stared at the invention in disgust.

“Technology in the 1920s sucks,” he grumbled to himself as he tried to recall when answering machines were invented. His mind drew a blank and he growled to himself. He picked up the phone again, this time to call the DA, before pausing and flushing again, recalling William’s words.

“No,” he said, setting the phone down. “I can just call them and ask if they want to hang out.” He stepped into the kitchen, away from the phone. “They’re my friend. I can call them at this time because it’s not that late and I can go have coffee with them.” He grabbed a glass of water and opened his fridge. He sighed as he glanced at the food in his fridge and the time on the clock. “It’s not that hard,” he argued to himself as he started preparing for dinner. “I can just talk to them at work tomorrow.” he nodded to himself. “I’ll talk to them tomorrow.”

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The butler stared at the ringing phone.

“Sir, are you sure I can’t answer it for you?” He asked. His boss huffed in annoyance in response.

“You’re fairly new here,” His boss replied. “But if there’s one thing you should've learned by now, is that I don’t receive visitors.”

“But it’s not a visitor, sir, it’s the phone,” The butler protested, and his boss snarled back.

“It’s the same thing. I don’t talk to anyone.” His boss exited the room, muttering to himself. The butler stared at the phone in trepidation. “Surely picking up the phone wouldn’t have been that bad?” He waited to see if the caller would try again, but there was no response. Still, he told himself, it’s not polite to let the phone ring out when there were servants like him to answer them. If they called again, he would pick up the phone.

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falseroar · 4 years

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Is This Your Card? Part 14: The Whole Trust Thing

((Abe decides to search each of the guests rooms, starting with his own, in the hopes of finding some clue to help explain what happened last night. During the search he runs into the mayor, who has more than a few doubts about the hunter’s motives.

Link to the previous post, Part 13: A Debt to Pay.))

Some disheveled sheets, a more or less empty glass on the nightstand, a few paper wards tossed around out of habit more than anything at this point. Just the way Abe left the room this morning, but he still scanned the room for anything out of place, anything to suggest someone else might have been in the room last night.

There weren’t any of the usual telltale signs that anyone had tampered with the nightstand, which when locked refused to open despite Abe’s best efforts to jiggle the lock or knock the drawer loose, not without the nightstand key or one of the master keys.

He slammed his hand down on top of the nightstand, once, twice, three times until his palm burned. He needed the attorney, they could just smell that someone else had been here, although at this point Abe wouldn’t be surprised if even that turned back on him.

One of the paper wards fluttered off of the nightstand and he bent down with a sigh to pick it up, only to freeze halfway. The paper had landed face down, revealing that the back of the once white paper was now yellowed around its edge, tinting towards brown and even dusty gray in the center behind the words of protection. Like someone had held it over a candle, just short of letting it burn through completely. He picked it up and sniffed the paper, but there wasn’t a smell, not even a whiff of smoke.

A quick check confirmed that the wards placed at the head of his bed, the window, and near both the bathroom and bedroom doors had all been affected in the same way. They weren’t particularly strong wards, not something Abe would have used on an active hunt, but it was enough.

Someone—or something—had been in this room last night. With enough evil intention to confirm Abe’s suspicion that he was being set up to take the fall, or at least divert attention from what was really going on here.

Between this knowledge and having the gall to give him a card to remind him of his dead partners, it was like the person behind this was trying to get Abe to come after them with everything he had.

If that was the case, then challenge accepted.

The Colonel’s room was next to be searched, which proved to be nearly identical to his own in layout, although a chair had been moved toward the window, perhaps for the better light it offered. The covers on the bed itself had been moved slightly, the kind of movement that suggested someone sat on the edge at one point, but a peek at the neat, crisp sheets underneath confirmed Abe’s suspicion that no one had actually slept in it. The hunter checked the closet and bathroom, but there were no personal affects lying around. Now that he thought about it, both the Colonel and the DA had arrived at the door without any sort of overnight bags.

Knowing the little he did about the attorney, he wondered if one or both of them had purposefully done so, as a potential excuse to duck out early instead of spending the night.

Abe sighed as he walked out of the bathroom, sensing another dead end, only to stop short when he spotted the small metal trash can by the nightstand. Empty, except for a thin layer of roughly and hastily torn pieces of paper at the bottom.

Benjamin, going by his cleaning spree this morning, probably would have been around to clean out the guest rooms’ trash this morning if he hadn’t been more worried about disturbing the guests. That plus the whole “dead boss” distraction meant Abe was now kneeling in front of the bin, carefully moving the small scraps of paper around with the tip of his index finger.

Most of the words were torn or too scattered to make sense of any kind of connection, besides the fact that they were all written in the same looping cursive, although one larger piece in particular caught Abe’s eye:

“go to the party”

On another, he found a dash next to a large “C,” which he assumed stood for Colonel.

Abe hesitated. He wanted to know what this letter had said, but he didn’t have time to rearrange it here, and trying to stuff all of the scraps in one of his pockets could lead to missing pieces or worse, the Colonel noticing and using it against him. Better to come back with the DA as a witness, if only to keep them from having yet another reason to suspect him.

The next room down belonged to the Mayor, who appeared to have taken the time to neatly make his bed before sitting down with a stack of papers on his room’s desk. Abe took a hasty flip through these, but aside from the outline for an upcoming speech and reports related to events taking place later in the week, there wasn’t much there. Nothing incriminating, at least.

After a quick check of the Mayor’s closet that proved the man had brought exactly zero casual clothes for the weekend, Abe reluctantly moved on to the last guest bedroom.

The district attorney hadn’t even bothered to lock the door behind them, and a first scan of the room showed no personal items or anything worth hiding aside from their jacket, left hanging on the back of a chair. That is, until Abe walked over to the bed and pulled back the rumpled cover.

Wolf hairs.

The DA changed? When did that happen?

Abe glanced at the door and back down at the dark hairs, very visible and noticeable against the white sheets. If the butler came around to change the sheets, he would be sure to notice, and with that werewolf card floating around…

Without even realizing what he was doing, Abe threw back the cover and hastily brushed all of the hairs together with his hand, forming a small ball of fluff that he had no idea what to do with. Flush it down the toilet, maybe?

…Did this count as hiding evidence? What was he even doing, he should be asking the DA—

“What are you doing in here?”

The mayor stood at the door to the bedroom, his accusing stare only growing harder as Abe instinctively put his hand behind his back, sticking the furball in his back pocket to deal with later.

“Trying to find a killer,” Abe answered.

Always best not to beat around the bush in this kind of situation.

“In the district attorney’s bedroom?” the mayor asked. “Does Y/N know you’re in here?”

“They know I planned to search every room of this house.” Although Abe suspected the attorney would have preferred to be with him while said searching was going on. “What with the whole missing body situation.”

“The what?!”

Oh, right. Damien wasn’t there for that particular revelation. Then again, Abe didn’t see how it was his fault none of the others bothered to let him in on the situation.

“Mark’s body isn’t where we left it. Not only did someone up and kill him, they’ve gone and moved the body. I don’t suppose you have any suspicions on why that would be?”

Damien’s eyes narrowed. “If I had to guess, perhaps someone wished to dispose of any evidence that might point toward the killer. After all, only one of us has spent any significant amount of time examining Mark’s body. Without it, we would only have your word to rely on, wouldn’t we?”

Great. Just another way he was apparently being strung up to take the fall here, like a poorly tied up pinata.

And the mayor had the same look in his eye as a kid with a big stick and some anger issues to work out in the name of free candy.

“Well, as you can clearly see, there is no dead body in this room. So again, what are you doing in Y/N’s room?”

Abe crossed his arms across his chest and met the mayor’s stare. “Like I said, I’m checking the entire house. I can’t just skip someone’s room because you might have a problem with it, sir.”

“Yes, it would be a shame if you somehow missed the opportunity to make yet another baseless accusation against someone,” Damien answered, sarcasm dripping from his words. “Tell me, why exactly would Y/N have killed Mark?”

“The werewolf card.” The answer came quickly, before Abe could even realize he should try to stop it.

Damien stared at him for a moment before fully stepping into the room and shutting the door behind him. In the next second, he was inches away from Abe, both hands tight around his cane as though he wished it were the hunter’s neck as he hissed out the words, “You and I both know why that’s not the case, hunter.”

“Mark was Y/N’s friend, one of their few friends apparently,” Abe said, and the mayor made no move to discredit the idea. “But last night, some asshole with a vendetta sends everyone here a card that happens to reveal something that they’d rather not discuss with anyone else at the table. Somehow, Mark accidentally walks away with Y/N’s card and finds out they’re a werewolf. He doesn’t take it well, because when has Mark ever taken anything well, and he steals a gun and the silver bullets, then goes up to the DA’s room and tried to shoot them, but in the struggle—”

“Mark would never!” The mayor’s face changed drastically with his indignation at the very idea. “Even if that were true, one of us would have heard—”

“He could have lured them downstairs, or outside, and then the DA did what they could to hide how and where he died. Or maybe they realized their card was gone, that Mark would find out and, afraid that he would reveal it to the world, did what they had to do to keep him quiet, using the silver bullets as a blind to keep you or I from suspecting—”

“Y/N wouldn’t do that!” There was a plea in Damien’s voice, a call for the hunter to see reason. “Think about what you’re suggesting, they wouldn’t—they would never—”

“I am thinking, and unlike you I know better than to let my feelings get in the way. I haven’t even touched on the Colonel or the fact that he, I don’t know, also had a gun loaded with silver? Meanwhile, you trust your friends to the point you can’t bring yourself to doubt them for even a moment.”

Abe prodded the mayor in the chest as he spoke, only to get pushed back.

“Some people might consider that a virtue,” the mayor replied. “I know Y/N and the Colonel; I trust them not to hide anything from me. What’s wrong with believing that my friends aren’t mur—killers?”

“I don’t know, maybe the fact that I seriously doubt that whole trust thing goes both ways.”

Damien stilled, staring at the hunter suspiciously. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“There’s nothing you wouldn’t tell them? Nothing you might keep close to your chest?” Abe prodded the mayor again and was rewarded with the feel of the cards tucked in the man’s chest pocket.

Damien frowned and took a step back. “No, of course not. The Colonel’s known me almost as long as my sister has, and as Mayor, it is my duty to work closely with the District Attorney’s office so I can’t…”

“Yeah, I get it. I mean, it makes sense a mayor with a very recent and public werewolf problem would want to set up a deal with a prominent hunter family like the Bronsons. Little less sense when you find out he’s knowingly harboring a werewolf in the city. How’d the DA react to that news?”

Damien’s expression gave away what Abe already suspected.

“…Oh. You haven’t told them. Guess that trust only goes one-way, huh?”

“How did you—Who told you?”

Abe shrugged. “You were sitting next to me at the table last night when we all got our cards. I peeked.”

There had only been the name, but every hunter worth his salt knew of the family. The name alone went a long way within his circles. But not one you expected to need in a city that supposedly had the walls and the wards to keep the riffraff out.

Damien sputtered for a moment before managing to get out the words, “You don’t understand. They have connections, they’re looking for cures, for long-term integration efforts—”

“And I suppose they just need a little political help getting that wheel turning, huh?” Abe said and the mayor scowled.

“This is none of your business, hunter. And it has nothing to do with what’s going on here.”

“I don’t know, in my line of work you tend to look for connections. Like how whoever sent those cards last night apparently gave a pair of death cards to the two people least likely to survive this little get together. Someone clearly had it out for Mark, meanwhile the attorney’s second card would be enough to get them killed, and wouldn’t you know it, another card points out how our honorable mayor is making backdoor deals with hunters—” Abe reached out and flicked the top of the mayor’s cane, and despite Damien’s attempt to interrupt him, continued, “You keep that silver close, don’t you? Maybe as much as you throw around words like ‘trust’, you have a little voice in the back of your head that whispers every time you’re around the attorney that maybe today’s the day they—”

Abe threw up an arm to stop the mayor’s hand, privately surprised he hadn’t taken a swing at him with that cane. Although that wasn’t as surprising as the pure venom in the mayor’s voice when he brought himself to speak.

“Don’t you dare. Don’t you dare, for even a single second, suggest that I would ever do anything to hurt them.”

Abe looked Damien in the eyes and slowly the mayor lowered his hand without taking a step back. The mayor took a harsh, shaky breath and then asked a question that surprised Abe. “Do you know what Y/N did, when I accidentally found out?”

Abe silently shook his head.

“We were at a party, back in college, Mark and I had dragged them to it. They didn’t want to be there, and wound up drinking too much before ducking out early. I tried to follow them, to make sure they got home safely, and caught up with them right as they changed.” Damien sighed and looked Abe in the eyes. “When they realized I had seen, they just…backed away, cowering like they were afraid that I would…I don’t know.”

Abe thought back to the first time he had seen the attorney as the wolf. How they had cowered away in fear, never once seeming to consider the idea of attacking him. Not a story he thought he should share with the mayor though, especially considering he had been pointing a loaded gun at them at the time.

“I know they would never hurt anyone, same as I would never do anything to cause them any more pain than they’ve already had to suffer.”

“You can believe a lot of things about someone and still be wrong,” Abe said softly. His mind went to his own card, to some of those names there. He had trusted before, and he knew how that song and dance went.

“Still?” Damien sighed, but the disappointment in the sound rang hollow as he said, “It must be a lonely life, to think the way you do. Never trusting anyone.”

“Better that than to ignore the truth right in front of you because it hurts,” Abe retorted, but the Mayor was already at the door and on his way out of the room.

Abe sighed and gave him some time before following him out. Without thinking about where he was going, he found himself in a small study he had discovered earlier. The walls already bore testament to his twisting train of thought, with scraps of papers and news clippings taped up on every available surface along with his hasty notes, fragments of ideas that never seemed to lead anywhere. Most of the papers had come from within the study itself, or the library upstairs where Mark had an extensive collection of newspapers, although mostly the ones that might have some review related to a performance of his.

He ran his eyes over the pinned pages, looking for something that he had to be missing.

How could the mayor be so sure that his friends were innocent, when the Colonel was still walking around with a gun loaded with silver bullets, same as him? No, of course it was easier to blame the hunter, killing was supposed to be his job after all.

Abe plopped down in the chair and began to absentmindedly type on the typewriter resting beside a stack of books.

The Colonel had the same bullets, the same opportunity.

The Colonel had known Mark for years, had worked for him once.

But now? The two barely shared a word last night, and the DA had found his picture broken on the floor of Mark’s bedroom.

The Colonel had barely blinked an eye upon finding out his ‘friend’ was dead.

The Colonel had offered to put him down ‘again’, seemingly relishing the idea of taking on another of the undead.

The Colonel had been sitting right next to the DA. He could have snuck a look at their card, just as easily as Abe saw the Mayor’s. From there, it would have been easy to confuse the situation around Mark’s death. Kill him, then use a silver bullet to finish the deed and leave people to believe Mark was the werewolf. No jury in the city would question it.

The Colonel was familiar with the house, enough to know that there were two master keys. He could have stolen Mark’s copy and used it to access Abe’s gun, then left the key in Mark’s bedroom and locked the door behind him to hide how it was done.

Abe stared at the page, at the endlessly repeating words that echoed the same certainty that had been building in his mind even though he could not remember consciously typing them out.

The Colonel did it.

There were still missing pieces, it still didn’t explain what was going on with the cards, and it would not be enough to convince anyone yet, but Abe was certain to his very soul that he was right.

The Colonel killed Markiplier.

And he had let the district attorney walk away with him.

With five silver bullets remaining in his gun.

As soon as the thought crossed his mind, Abe was up and moving toward the door, his hand on the doorknob just as the shot rang out.

((End of Part 14. Thank you for reading!

Link to Part 15: Cards on the Table.

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lilacmiracle · 4 years

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The Mysterious Wharfstache Disappearances

Fandoms: Markiplier, Buzzfeed Unsolved

Note: Quotation marks are Ryan narrating, bold is Shane speaking, italics are Ryan speaking

(AO3) Words: 2066

The video opens on the visual of a lone light bulb swinging into frame, illuminating the word “UNSOLVED,” which is stylized in a way that makes it appear to be stamped on. Almost immediately after the light bulb becomes still, the word “BuzzFeed” appears over the “UNSOLVED,” and beneath both of these is the caption “True Crime,” and neither of these new additions are written in any kind of stylized font. An animated piece of tape appears in the corner of the screen, with the words “WHARFSTACHE DISAPPEARANCES” written on it in the same sort of aesthetic as the “UNSOLVED.”

“This week on BuzzFeed Unsolved we are investigating the now-infamous mystery of the Wharfstache Disappearances.”

The screen had shifted from the title card to show the co-hosts at their desk, with Ryan on the right of the screen and Shane on the left.

“Named after the sole survivor of the events that led up to these disappearances, this enigmatic case has puzzled investigators for nearly a century.”

Quite the doozy, this one is. An enigma, you say?

There are so many weird things in this case that I nearly put it in “Supernatural.”

Wow. Really?

Really.

“On the evening of October 10, 1920, four guests were invited to the Iplier Manor for an informal poker night. Those present at the party at the time included the Colonel, William Barnum, and the host, Mark Iplier. The enigmatic identities of the second, third and fourth guests is only the first of many bizarre mysteries surrounding this case.”

We are wasting no time. Getting right into the weird.

“We know that the second guest at this ‘poker night’ was, in fact, the District Attorney. However, all official records that mentioned the DA had their name completely redacted, as well as any photographs containing their face had that part destroyed. All information that could lead to their identity has been obliterated.”

Just...gone?

Gone.

Poof.

(laughter)

“Something similar affected the identities of the third and fourth guests, though not nearly as severely. The third guest, a Detective, had his last name redacted, though we know that he went by 'Abe.' The fourth guest, the Mayor, also had his last name completely redacted. We know his first name, Damien, and that he had a twin sister, Celine.”

All of these names will become important later.

“On October 11, witness testimonies state that Celine, Damien’s sister, entered the Manor."

Why?

We’ll come back to that in theories.

“On October 13, the Colonel, now calling himself Wilford Wharfstache, reported to a local police station to 'find where Damien was hiding.' He led police back to the Manor, where they found no evidence of anyone living there, instead finding what appeared to be a crime scene, along with suspicious blood-like stains in some areas of the house.”

Crime scene? Caution tape, everything?

Yes. There was an outline of a body on the floor, and the area was surrounded by caution tape.

What????

“After the police had searched the house, finding no one, they further questioned the Colonel. They arrested him after he had stated, ‘I thought I killed Mark, but it was all a joke! Did you find Damien yet? He must have been behind this...’ along with other ‘suspicious comments.’“

Just a prank, bro.

(wheeze)

“Now let’s get into the theories.”

“The first and most widely accepted theory, put up by police, is that the Colonel killed the other four members of the party, and Celine.”

I feel like we’re gonna get some stuff saying “Oh yeah, here’s ten reasons why it was definitely him.”

He makes a compelling case.

“When he was interviewed prior to his arrest, he told police that he shot and mortally wounded Iplier, the Detective, and the DA. Allegedly, Damien and Celine ‘disappeared,’ into a room that was described as ‘dressed up for a séance.’ No such room was found.”

He admits to killing three people, but not these other two people that he definitely murdered? Like, “I killed all these people, but I don’t want these guys’ blood on my hands.”

“I know! I’ll say they disappeared into a spooky room.”

“The police’ll never see it coming!”

(both laughing)

“However, the Colonel was not charged with the quintuple murder. Instead, he was placed in an asylum, due to many police officers and psychologists stating that he was insane.”

He killed five people! Of course he’s crazy!

Yeah, but...

“When asked why he believed that the events had been a joke, he stated that he had shot the DA, but they came back to life and walked away.”

Yeah, that’s insanity. I can see that. Why was he even there hours later?

The police asked him that too. He actually said, and I quote, “to make sure they didn’t disappear.”

That’s definitely crazy right there.

“He also had motive for the murders. Iplier, his first victim, had long been one of his best friends, but they didn’t speak for years after Iplier had caught his wife, Celine, cheating with the Colonel.”

A murderer and a homewrecker.

Not good.

“They hadn’t even been civil to each other at the party, according to reports from the butler, Benjamin.”

Wait, wait, wait. Now there’s a butler?

He wasn’t really important, all he did was watch the events. He refused to talk about it.

But he was a witness!

He refused to give any reports on what happened, only a few details.

Unbelievable.

“All of this culminated in a game of Russian Roulette. The gun reportedly used was the Colonel’s own revolver, which, when investigated, showed signs of tampering.”

So it wasn’t an accident.

Nope.

Definitely murder.

“He also had a motive for killing the Detective and the DA. A room was found in the house that was likely used by the Detective to investigate who had committed the murder, with a piece of paper found within the typewriter, with the words 'The Colonel did it' typed repeatedly over the entire sheet.”

Sounds like this Detective had a few screws loose himself.

He was known for being a bit...eccentric, but he was one of the best detectives of the time.

“Additionally, the DA was the Detective’s partner in the investigation, as told by the butler and the chef -”

Are there any more people you haven’t told me about?

Just the gardener, and he doesn’t do anything.

“And a photograph of the Detective and who can be assumed to be the DA was found in the Detective’s wallet, along with other photos of himself with known partners of his.”

I’m guessing the DA’s face was gone?

Yup.

Also -- just wondering -- is “Damien’s sister” Celine the same as “Mark’s wife” Celine?

Yes.

So he killed her out of jealousy.

Let me read the theory before you spoil it, jerk!

“His motive for killing Celine was that she had married Mark, knowing full well that he loved her.”

She’s allowed to love other people! Not everything’s about you, Mr. Wharfstache.

I mean...this motive is the one that grasps at the most straws. He never acted this sexist previously, and it has been said that he had more respect for women than most other men of the time.

“There has not been any proposed motive for killing Damien, however, many proponents of this theory state that by this point he was too far gone to need a motive.”

That’s fair.

“The issue with this theory is that no bodies have been found on or near the property. The most evidence of there being any bodies was the makeshift crime scene, which was claimed to be that of Iplier’s.”

No bodies.

Nope.

Nowhere that he could have hid the bodies.

Nope.

They just went “poof.”

Yep.

Everything’s going “poof” in this case...

(wheeze)

“It also doesn’t cover why, exactly, Celine went to the Manor. She was a self-proclaimed psychic, so some speculate that she sensed a disturbance at the death of her ex-husband.”

There’s a lot to unpack there. First of all -- ex-husband?

She did cheat.

Yeah, but why would she be keeping psychic tabs on him?

Beats me.

And second of all -- she died, right?

Yes. Don’t you dare -

Guess she didn’t see that coming.

God damn it, Shane.

“The second theory is that the Colonel, with the aid of Celine, murdered four people at the party.”

No.

Wow. Just -- no?

No. She’d kill her twin brother? I’ve met twins, man. No way.

“This theory states that when the Colonel received the invitation to the party, he and Celine planned out how to kill Mark and cover it up - her arrival would keep focus off of the Colonel long enough to cover his tracks, and if people got too suspicious, then she or the Colonel killed them. This theory also explains her disappearance -- she managed to evade police custody and the now-insane Wharfstache.”

Didn’t her brother disappear with her?

Yeah, but he and the Colonel didn’t get along.

Still no reason to kill your brother.

“This theory still doesn’t address where the bodies of Iplier, the Detective, the DA, and the Mayor are.”

This is...a theory. Not a great theory, and not one I agree with, but...

It’s a theory.

“The third theory is that it was, in fact, a joke on the Colonel. Damien was known for his practical jokes, especially the kind that required a lot of planning.”

They let this guy rot in an asylum?

We’ll get to that.

“This theory explains the lack of bodies, due to the fact that nobody died, but it opens up a new question: why would everyone disappear?”

I can see why the Mayor would. He was probably tired of his job -

He had actually just been elected, along with the DA. They had both recently gotten their jobs.

Then it doesn’t make sense?

“Some speculate that Mark and Celine both wanted to start their lives over, as both of them had been described as ‘reclusive’ and ‘lonely.’“

Still doesn’t explain the Mayor and the DA.

I know.

“It also explains why the Colonel saw the DA get up after being shot.”

Not just the ramblings of a crazy murderer?

Actually, there was evidence to suggest that he was telling the truth.

You’re kidding.

Nope.

“This is supported by footprints that match the DA’s shoes that led from the spot that Wharfstache claims to have placed the body, all the way out to the grounds, stopping just before the end of the property.”

That’s weird. Something isn’t right.

There’s a reason that this might belong in “Supernatural.”

Zombies?

(wheeze)

“This also explains the subsequent escape of Wharfstache from the asylum.”

He escaped?

Yeah, a few days after he was committed. He’s like a ghost story now, with sightings all over the world, spanning even into the modern day. According to a bunch of these, he hasn’t aged a day and is now even crazier than ever.

I don’t think most of those are him. I think he’s either an old man in a nursing home, or dead.

That’s very morbid of you.

It was a hundred years ago!

“The fourth and final theory is that there was a demon in the house, killing all of the inhabitants and driving Wharfstache to insanity. Some say that it possessed the body of the DA, which is why they walked off. Some also say that its activity alerted Celine, who went to investigate and was killed along with everyone else. It also explains why Iplier was described as reclusive, even though he was very much a people person before purchasing the Manor; he had been greatly influenced by the demon, who preyed on his young and vulnerable mind. It also explains how and why those names were erased.”

You seem quiet.

This feels like a cop-out. It feels like aliens.

Can you definitively say that a demon was not involved?

No. And I hate that.

“Whatever events transpired in that Manor, wherever these people disappeared to, is a mystery that will remain...Unsolved.”

The screen shifts to an image of the UNSOLVED logo over a black background. A few moments later, it shifts back to Shane and Ryan.

The Manor’s a tourist attraction now. The guy who got it in the Iplier’s will, he didn’t want it.

If that’s gonna be your demonic sacrifice for the season, I’ll go.

...okay.

#markiplier #wkm #wkm fic #buzzfeed unsolved #wkm the mayor #wkm the da #wkm the seer #wkm the actor #wkm the detective #wkm the colonel #shane madej #ryan bergara

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elisaphoenix13 · 5 years

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Saving The Parents

Tony woke with a pounding head and blurred vision, and absolutely no idea where he was. When his vision cleared though, his watch and sunglasses were missing and he found himself on some unforgiving concrete flooring. Every bone and muscle in his body was protesting having to lay on a hard surface that he probably hadn't even been on for more than ten minutes.

A quick look around his concrete prison revealed that he was alone and that was what made his heart clench. He was with Stephen when (Tony assumed) they were drugged and grabbed on their way to a charity gala, and his husband was nowhere to be seen. It was unlikely that they only took the engineer. Even dumbass kidnappers would know to use the sorcerer against him. It wasn't exactly a secret that they were married. Tony just really hoped that Peter was still safe at home.

Shit, he fell deep into the parenting hole. Here he was, being held hostage for some asinine reason, and he was worrying about Peter. That wasn't bad but he felt that unless he had evidence that the teen was in danger, he should be worrying more about himself and Stephen. Definitely Stephen. He didn't care about himself right now. He needed to know where the sorcerer was and if he was okay.

He found out about ten minutes later that the doctor was not okay. The door to his windowless room slammed open and Stephen was thrown in where he fell to the ground in a bloody heap. The door was closed before Tony could get a look at their captors, so he turned his focus back onto his bleeding husband.

"Fuck."

That single word was an enormous understatement for their situation. When Tony managed to crawl over to the motionless sorcerer, he felt bile rise in his throat when he saw the man's injuries. Stephen was undoubtedly tortured for either information he didn't have or even just because he was married to the billionaire, and that thought made Tony swallow back his body's second attempt to vomit.

He tears open the doctor's bloodied shirt to find the worst of the injuries and he shrugs off his blazer to apply pressure to worst of what looked to be stab wounds. It definitely wasn't the only way Stephen was tortured. There were burn marks everywhere he could see skin, his hair was wet, and there were lash marks--

"Oh baby...I'm so sorry, and it's going to suck, but I really need you to wake up." Tony says as he lightly slaps Stephen's cheek. Thankfully, the sorcerer does wake up but the engineer's heart breaks when he comes to with a whimper. "I know. I know. I need you to focus your magic on your wounds and heal yourself. That's a thing right?"

"Don't..." Stephen mumbles incoherently. "...sleep..."

"No. No! No sleeping! You will not wake up! You're bleeding too much!" Tony panics until Stephen weakly reaches up and grabs his bicep.

"Tony. Don't let me sleep." He chokes out. "Not...not until I...heal myself."

Tony nods and watches carefully over the next (what felt like) hour as the worst of Stephen's wounds close, only having to lightly smack the sorcerer back to attention twice. When Stephen finally finished, and vocalized the fact, Tony gently pulls him toward the far wall and sits against it, letting Stephen lay his head in his lap. The sorcerer fell asleep in seconds.

In the midst of Tony's panic, he didn't fail to notice that Stephen was tech free as well. He really wanted to know if the sorcerer knew what was going on, but he didn't have the heart to ask him anything when he was in so much pain. Something Tony would fight to never let happen again. If their captors came back thinking they could just take Stephen again, they had another thing coming.

Tony sat there for a long time. He couldn't say how long, since there were no windows to show if it was night or day, hell, he didn't even know if it was still the same day they were taken. He may very well have been out for twenty-four hours and their captors got sick of waiting and took Stephen while he was unconscious. He was getting tired again but he wouldn't sleep. Not when Stephen was vulnerable.

It was hard anyway because the concrete floor and wall were hurting his ass and digging into his back. There would be no sleep for him

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Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.

Peter wanted to yell at his spider senses because he knew something was wrong. Tony and Stephen never came home from the party or whatever it was they went to and for once, Peter wished his parents had shoved him into a three piece suit and made him go with them. They hadn't called or texted with a change of plans, something they always did, so the teen's worry was through the roof. It actually took him a good hour to even think about telling the team and tracking his parents after he woke up that morning and found their bed empty. He asked FRIDAY if they had gone somewhere, but the AI stated they never came home.

So now the team was sitting silently in the living room while both FRIDAY and Victor tracked their corresponding humans, and Peter alternated between pacing and sitting to bite his thumb. The biting was quickly stopped by Bucky who would pull his hand away whenever Peter's fingers inched toward the teen's mouth and the former sergeant ignored the glares directed at him. So the vigilante stuck to pacing until FRIDAY finally spoke up.

"I managed to track Boss and the doctor approximately ten miles from town but then something interfered with the equipment."

"Look for any bunkers or warehouses near where you lost the signal." Rhodey orders.

"Sending satellite images to the tablet now." FRIDAY responds.

Rhodey picks up Tony's tablet from the coffee table before Peter can, and pulls up a hologram of the pictures. "These are all legitimate bases for SHIELD and...wait..." The colonel zooms in on a group of trees to show a well hidden part of a building. "FRIDAY...is that building still abandoned?"

"Yes Colonel. No one has bought it yet."

"That's our best bet. We'll take the Quinjet."

"Alright. Everybody suit up. Bruce stay here in case they might need medical attention." Steve orders and Bruce nods before leaving to stand-by in med-bay.

Rhodey turns to Peter when the teen's suit covers him. "Peter--"

"You can't leave me behind!" Peter blurts.

"I know kid. I just want you to promise that if I tell you to leave...then you leave. Alright? I'm responsible for you right now." Rhodey says calmly.

"Yeah...okay. I promise. I swear." The teen agrees and the colonel claps him on the shoulder.

"Good. Let's go get our idiots."

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Their captors really were stupid enough to try to take Stephen away again, and Tony lost it. The moment the sorcerer was forcibly pulled from him, the engineer jumped to his feet and punched the man who held the sorcerer. He barely had enough time to stop his husband's imminent fall to the harsh ground and set him against the wall before the other men were swarming him and he was fighting again. When (not if, he told himself) they got out of here, Tony was going to thank Happy and Rhodey for forcing him to train with them (and eventually Clint and Natasha) so he didn't rely on his Iron Man armor.

Unfortunately his training only went so far when he was surrounded by four mini-hulks that were barely fazed when he hit them. Tony was pretty sure he was hurting himself more than them and the only reason the first guy dropped Stephen was probably because he was surprised Tony fought back. It was all short-lived when one of the men yanked Tony into a very tight chokehold and another grabbed the half-conscious sorcerer off the floor and held a knife up to him.

"Are you kidding me?!" Tony shouts. "Haven't you done enough to him? What is this about anyway? Money? Information?"

"Revenge." The billionaire's captor growls into his ear before pulling out a gun and shooting Stephen.

Tony yells out in alarm when blue eyes start to dull when the man holding the sorcerer throws him to the ground, and he freezes back up when the gun is turned on him.

"Revenge for those your weapons have killed or maimed." His captor continues. "So we will make you watch us slowly kill those you care about. Now that your husband is at death's door, we'll be going after your kid next."

The engineer fights to get out of the man's grasp. "Let me go!"

"No, Stark. You're going to stand here an watch him die."

Tony's anxiety went through the roof. One of his worst nightmares was coming true and there was nothing he could do. He couldn't call for his suit, or the team since he didn't have any of his tech, he wasn't strong enough to fight off the other men, and he had never felt so helpless in his life. Not even in Afghanistan. At least there he had a chance.

The screeching of metal breaks Tony out if his trance and the door to the room flies open to reveal a very angry Spiderman. White lenses look at Tony briefly and then turn to the dying sorcerer on the ground...and instantly turn black with red in the center. Instant kill mode. Peter was going to go against his personal standards for his own revenge. Tony couldn't let that happen.

"No! Humans! They're humans! You kill them then you're just lowering yourself to their level!"

Tony had never been so relieved to see white lenses come back. He was even more relieved when the vigilante turned his attention on the men in the room after webbing the gun out of the hand of Tony's captor, and knocked them all out. Peter's mask falls from his face, and both he and Tony rush to Stephen's side where Peter covers the sorcerer's gunshot wound with a compression web. Stephen was breathing heavily and when he coughed, some blood speckled the floor.

"E-Exit...wound..." Stephen gasps out.

Tony turns his husband onto his side as carefully as possible and almost sobs when he doesn't find one. Stephen couldn't heal himself if the bullet was still inside him.

The engineer turns him back to his regular position and gently cups his face. "We'll get you out of here. So you better stay awake."

Peter nods and holds back the threatening tears. "The others are here. We brought the Quinjet. I told them where we are so they're on their way."

"Peter..." Stephen whispers as he reaches up and pulls the boy's head down to his chest.

"You'll be okay Mum...please be okay..." Peter cries into the doctor's chest until Stephen's grip loosens and he looks up with red eyes to find blue eyes closing. "No!"

"Stephen! Stay awake!" Tony yells frantically.

The rest of the team arrive just as Stephen's hand falls to the ground and his eyes close, and Bucky rushes forward to pull the distressed teen away from the sorcerer. While he and Rhodey fight to keep Tony and Peter in their arms, Wanda and Steve move the unresponsive doctor out of the room and to the Quinjet. When Stephen was out of sight, the teen cried out his emotional pain that even Bucky got misty-eyed as he continued to hold the struggling boy back.

"He can't die! HE CAN'T DIE!"

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Tony and Rhodey exit the master bedroom and the billionaire shudders as he rubs his hand over his mouth, and his best friend leads him into the living room where the rest of the team was waiting. Stephen was rushed to the med-bay where Bruce and a few other doctors were waiting, and since Peter was still frantic, Rhodey had to sedate him. It was the only way to calm the boy down. He would have made himself sick if they let him wait for news about the sorcerer. Tony was barely hanging on as it was.

"Here." Natasha says as she hand over his and Stephen's missing tech. "We found them in one of the rooms. They had something built to scramble their signal."

Tony ignores his paranoia about being handed things and takes them. "Thanks Romanov." He mutters.

"He'll be okay." She says.

The engineer blinks back tears. "Will he? I watched him get shot! Bleed out! I watched my kid cry from fear of losing another parent and there was nothing I could do!" He shouts.

"Tones...dont make me put you down too."

Tony scoffs and slumps into an armchair. They all spent the next few hours in complete silence since the mechanic was refusing to respond to any of them. He just wanted to wait for news whether it was bad or good. The fact that Bruce was doing surgery meant Stephen had a chance of surviving, even if it was the slightest one.

Tony would take what he could get.

"Tony."

The billionaire's head snaps up from its resting place in his hands and he finds Bruce standing in front of the elevator. He and the rest of the team stand up as he walks over and the scientist rubs the back of his neck.

"It was touch and go for a while...but he'll be okay. Stephen will be okay." Tony covers his face and nearly collapses from relief as Bruce continues. "Peter saved his life."

"He saved both of our lives--"

"No...Tony...that compression web saved Stephen's life. Without it, he would have died either before leaving the building or enroute. Strange would not have made it to the tower otherwise."

"How long until my wife wakes up?" Tony asks quietly.

"An hour at least."

"Peter should be up soon. I'll go wait for him first then we'll go down to med-bay."

Bruce nods and makes his way back to the elevator to go back down to med-bay and Tony fights through his relieved trembles to walk back to the master bedroom. Tony opens the door and steps through, quietly closing the door behind him and walks over to the bed to sit next to Peter. He only had to wait another twenty minutes for the teen to wake up and doe-like eyes blink up at him.

"You drugged me." Peter mutters accusingly.

"Actually Uncle Rhodey did, but he just wanted to help."

Peter plays with a stray thread on the comforter. "I-Is...is it just us now?" He whispers and Tony could tell he was desperately trying not to cry again so he reassured him with a small smile.

"No baby...Mom is going to be okay. You saved his life with your webs."

Peter looks back at him. "Can we see him?"

"Yeah. We might have to wait a while for him to wake up but we can sit with him if you want."

Peter nods and shuffles after his father once he climbs out of the bed, and Tony says nothing when the teen softly grabs the back of his shirt when they step onto the elevator. It was a simple reassurance for Peter that although Stephen was going to be okay, that Tony was still there and safe. When the elevator opened on the med floor, Tony leads his son into Stephen's room and only falters for half a second when he finds the sorcerer connected to a few more things than he was used to seeing when the team got severely injured. Peter didn't seem to notice the slight hesitation and Tony was grateful. He needed to look strong for Peter.

"Why don't we watch a movie while we wait for him to wake up?"

Peter simply nods and they drag a couple of seats over to Stephen's bed and they sit down to watch Ratatouille. About half an hour into the movie, the two jump when the sorcerer grumbles.

"If any of you cook with the help of a rodent, tell me now."

Tony and Peter jump to their feet, sending their chairs sliding back a couple of inches and they move closer to hover over the occupied bed. Stephen reaches up once again to cup Peter's cheek and smiles softly.

"I'm sorry for scaring you cub."

"You're so grounded." Peter replies with a wet chuckle and Stephen responds in kind.

"He's not the only one you scared asshole."

"Oh right. Myself. How could I forget?"

"You're hurt. I'm going to let that slide." Tony says as he leans down and kisses his husband. "On a scale from one to ten, one being hit by a truck and ten being held in the fiery pits of hell, how do you feel?"

"You don't believe in hell."

"Answer the question."

"Four. Hit by a truck and set on fire."

Peter frowns. "Should we get Bruce?"

Stephen smiles. "No. I'm healing myself as we speak." Both Tony and Peter open their mouths to tell him not to push himself but the sorcerer seemed to know what they were going to say. "Slowly. I won't overdo it. Peter, come cuddle while you can before Bruce comes back."

The teen laughs and carefully climbs on the bed to lay next to the sorcerer and Tony returns to his seat, with Stephen's hand in his. They return their attention to the movie, and Stephen falls asleep ten minutes into the second one when Bruce comes back to check on his patient. He opens his mouth when he finds Peter snuggled into Stephen's side, calmly watching the new movie, but decides to say nothing since the doctor was resting. Having Peter on the bed was probably Stephen's idea anyway. Those two were nearly attached to the hip. This family always found comfort with each other and he wasn't about to stop it.

"Don't you get tired of watching Disney movies and Star Wars?" Bruce asks instead.

Peter let out the most offended gasp in the history of America.

#tony stark #ironstrange #peter parker #mama bear stephen strange #supremefamily #the avengers

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obsidiancreates · 5 years

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A Heist of Broken Treasure

She observed the room carefully, memorizing as much as she could. She took in the laser grid before her, a maze that ran around the entire room. The floor was covered in other obstacles, precious items that she absolutely could not afford to tamper with.

She had to be fast, but careful, the epitome of grace.

The lights shut off. It was time.

The moon shone through the windows brightly enough to let her see a little, but she relied on her memory more than her eyes. She weaved through the lasers, ducking and jumping, analyzing the next move as quick as she could. She was close. She could see her target. Just a few more steps...

She slipped.

She began to fall backwards, and everything went in slow motion. She grabbed the nearest object, and luck grinned at her. She caught herself before falling back into one of the lasers. She took a deep breath, her heart racing. Too close. Way too close.

She pulled herself up and re-evaluated. She flattened herself to the floor, pulling herself forwards, and then left. She slowly brought her legs beneath her and eased into a standing position. She put one foot in the next safe area, having to lean back Limbo-style as she avoided another laser, so close it nearly brushed her nose.

Only nearly. The game wasn’t over yet.

One more leap. One more duck. One more crawl...

She stood up and stared, her eyes shining. She’d done it. She just had to grab it. Her hands wrapped around the object she’d risked so much to get...

“Time for bed, honey.”

Eight-year-old Sid whirled around, clutching a plastic tiara. “Nooo!”

Her mom giggled. “Playing spy again?”

“Yeah! I stole the magic crown so that we an beat the lizard people!”

The lights came on. “I don’t know how you managed to get over there with all this clutter.”

Sid looked at the floor of her room. Baby dolls, notebooks, stuffed animals, the pieces of an old Barbie castle, for some reason there were a couple of her brother’s Transformers... “Very carefully.”

Her mom smiled again. “Come on, it’s late. Let’s get you ready for bed.”

Sid sighed. “Okay Mommy.”

“So, do you remember the plan?”

Sid rolled her eyes. “Of course I do. We went over it a million times. I made most of it!”

“Uh, hey, no,” said her...employer? Partner? “I made it!”

“I improved it.”

He frowned, his lower lip pushing up his upper one in an almost comical way. “Whatever! Let’s just do this!”

Sid rolled her eyes one more time, and then lowered the rope. She slid down, thankful that she had worn her thick gloves. Her partner slid down after her. He landed with a quiet thud, barely audible, but in the vast silence of the museum it was echoed. He may as well have tried to open a chip bag right next to a sleeping parent. His eyes widened and he winced. “Whoops. Shit.”

“It’s fine, let’s just hurry.” They ran, making sure keep their steps as light as possible. They stopped at the entrance to a small room. Sid looked at the sign. “It’s...an exhibit of stuff that old movie stars used to own? You didn’t tell me that.”

Her partner shrugged. “Why does it matter?”

“It doesn’t, I guess, it’s just...not what I expected.”

“Can you still do this?”

“Yeah. I doubt the security is super good, it doesn’t look like there’s anything from anyone super famous.”

From the corner of her vision, she saw her partner scowl at her comment. ‘Odd. Maybe he’s a fan of one of these people or something?’

He pulled out a bag of powder from his bag. “Okay, this is either cocaine or the stuff that reveals lasers.”

“What?”

He opened the bag, keeping it at arms length. “I bought it from a shady guy in an ice cream truck, so...you never know.”

Sid opened her mouth, and then shut it again. “Sure, why not?”

He dumped some of the powder into his gloved hand. “Okay, let’s see which it is.” He blew it into the room.

Slowly, red lasers became visible, criss-crossing around the room. Sid almost laughed. “This is just like in the movies. Did they do that on purpose?”

He chuckled. “Maybe.” He took out a small fan from his bag and used it to blow the rest of the powder. The room was filled with lasers.

Sid was ecstatic.

“Okay, you get over there and turn off the lasers, and I will come get the thing!”

‘He won’t even say what we’re stealing.’ “Got it.”

Sid got to work. Ducking, crawling, sliding, hopping... she was back in her childhood bedroom, making her way through toys and a “laser” grid made of yarn. She grinned as she moved, almost dancing around the red beams.

Crawl here, duck over her, a game of Limbo over here, a close call prevented only by an old car who’s doors had been sealed shut forever, another jump, a twirl...

She saw it. It had been marked on the maps, on the papers they’d used to learn the layout, but it had never been a real item until now.

A shattered mirror in an ornate frame hung on the wall. Moonlight from a window in the ceiling shone on it, and Sid saw shadows moving it it, flicking between the cracks. She felt something from it. Desperation, fear, betrayal...

“Hey!” She snapped out of her trance, looking back at her partner. He had his hands on his hips. “Hurry!”

She shook her head. Her imagination was getting to her again. It was just a mirror.

She lept over the last laser and crept to the electrical box for the room. Using her pocket knife, she cut a few specific wires, killing the lasers and all other lights in the room. Her partner whooped, and ran for the mirror. “Yes! Finally!”

Sid walked back over to the display. She read the panel that sat in front of the mirror.

This mirror belonged to a wonderful Actor, who tragically disappeared after a party. The party was also the last known location of the times Mayor and DA, as well as a Colonel with whom the Actor had been friends with. Their names have been mysteriously lost to time, as have their faces. This mirror was found in the manor where the party took place, and along with a bloodstained rug, is the only clue as to what might have happened to the Actor and his guests. It’s rumored to be cursed, some claiming to hear disembodied wails and screams when alone with it.

Sid felt a shiver down her spine. “Why do you want this?”

Her partner pulled it down from it’s place. Sid saw the shadows in it again, hands pounding on it from inside the glass, a face with indiscernible features screaming, pleading for something, and she felt it’s panic, it’s grief, it’s pain...

Her partner grinned. “Nostalgia.”

Sid stepped back. His eyes shone, but not with the joy and pride of a job well done, with something more...sinister. The shadow sobbed, begging to be let go, and Sid’s head started to hurt. She had to leave. “Let’s just get this finished, I want my pay.”

“Right,” he said, pulling his eyes away from the cracked glass. “Right.”

They snuck out of a back door and hopped into his van. Sid got behind the wheel, her partner sitting in back to make sure the mirror didn’t break anymore that it already had. If that was possible.

“I’ve been after this for years,” he breathed. He whispered to it, clearly not realizing that Sid could hear. “Don’t worry. You’re safe, I’m going to make things up to you. I promise.”

Sid felt another shiver up her spine.

Whoever he was, whatever he wanted the mirror for... Mark was a strange and troubled man, that was for sure.

(Inspired by the news of A Heist With Markiplier! I don’t write self-inserts often but it seemed fitting! It’s Actor! Mark, by the way, which is why he seems a bit off.)

Taglist: @victory-cookies @beerecordings @septic-dr-schneep @sadcat5555 @a-humble-narcissus @starlightxnightmare @miishae @evyptids (I know it’s not JSE but I hope you guys like it anyway!)

#markiplier #actor Mark #wkm mark #self-insert #self-indulgent #my attempts at fanfic #fanifc #my writing

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thesuperyooper · 6 years

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True Visages

(This is a WKM fic prompted by @shitload-of-muses headcannon that they submitted to @monochromemedic that the DA is haunting the manor still and whenever someone looks into the mirror they see their true selves. I fell in LOVE with this hc and couldn’t resist writing this!!!)

TRIGGER WARNINGS: a little bit of blood but that’s all.

Dark knew to stay away from the manor after everything had gone down. There was nothing there for him anymore; he was finally free. So, for years, he stayed away. He tracked and searched for Mark all while plotting his demise, but no matter what, he never planned on setting foot in the manor again.

Wilford, on the other hand, didn’t quite remember the events of the manor correctly. And, to be honest, he wasn’t sure if he wanted to. He’s doing just fine now, so why would he need to reminisce about the past?

Mark tried his best to forget about the manor. Of course, it was hard when the spirit of the manor was now a sentient being, chasing him down to its heart’s content. Even so, he moved far away and burned almost all the evidence of that night. He burned Damien’s suit, his pin, his shoes… but he couldn’t bring himself to throw in the bow tie. So, he wore it in remembrance of his friends. He kept it with him in hopes that it would be penance enough for the sins he had committed.

But of course, everyone must meet their maker in the end.

You never left the manor. You stayed behind; trapped inside the mirrors. You were a silent spector, stuck in between life and death, in a place untouched by reality. Loneliness made your once vibrant energy wither.

The manor, once a home bursting with life, was now all but dead inside. Nothing moved, nothing died, nothing lived. Everything in the house was stuck in the place it was left. As soon as Dark walked out of the door, the house died; leaving its inhabitants to struggle in between the lines of life and death.

Dark was brought back to the manor by necessity. Certain things had come to light, and the only way he could understand them was to come back and relive that horrible night.

As he looked unto the manor, the warm glow that he had once associated with the building had faded into an icy darkness surrounding the entire place. The yard was left unkempt; the trees had withered and weeds had taken over the flower gardens. The manor itself was untouched.

Dark put a hand on the door and felt your presence immediately. He narrowed his gaze before pushing into the main entrance.

“There’s our little monster…” a disembodied voice whispered.

Dark pushed into the house and through the entryway into the living room. He kept his eyes fixed on the room he needed.

“Celine, what are you doing here?” the voice echoed, making Dark grimace. He tuned out the creaking of the house and trudged on to the detective’s room. When he stepped inside, it was almost empty.

“So, the bastard survived, did he? I’ll have to find him later.” Dark whispered, fidgeting with the books left on the bookshelf before one clicked and the book case opened. A sly smile slipped over Dark’s face.

“Get out. I think this is quite enough.” the voice demanded, now more cohesive and understandable than before. Dark knew those words; it wasn’t you speaking. You couldn’t speak, you weren’t strong enough. So you were using the voices and the words of the dearly departed to get into his head.

Dark reached behind the bookcase and pulled out a old, dusty binder. An old record book from back when Mark would bootleg liquor for his house parties. Dark tucked it under his shoulder and made his way back to the front door.

He tried to keep his eyes forward; he did. But he couldn’t resist sneaking a peak in the broken mirror in the entrance. In place of him stood your body, broken and bruised, along with broken fragments of Celine and Damien. You stood next to the three figures, making Dark glance behind him to make sure he was, indeed, the only one there. He looked back and you sneered at him and rushed the mirror, pounding on it and screaming obscenities into the void.

He turned away in disgust, shutting the large oak doors behind him.

Wilford stumbled upon the manor sort of accidentally. He was ambling away from the police (not running, no, he probably didn’t know he was even convicted of a crime) when he fell upon the steps to Markiplier Manor once again. He felt a familiar rush of chaotic energy as he entered the home. He recognized the house, of course, but from where, he couldn’t quite place. His mustache, a bright pink on the ends, covered the frown he wore as he pushed through the heavy door.

“Ah, bully!” the house echoed the long lost words. Wilford flinched at the memories hitting him like bullets.

He stumbled through the house and down to the wine cellar. Shards of glass missed by the butler still lay unmoved and a blanket of dust coated all the bottles.

Phantom gunshots rang through the manor, driving Wilford out of the cellar and back into the living room.

“You murderer!” the voice shrieked. Wilford shook his head violently.

“I didn’t kill anyone!” he yelled, backing into the entryway. His hands traveled through his hair nervously.

“You can’t handle the truth!” a figure in the mirror screamed.

Wilford whipped around to face the accuser, to find a forgotten face staring back at him through the shattered mirror. Dressed in formal military garb, with a hard, tan helmet almost covering his eyes, The Colonel stared back at Wilford with malice. He was clutching his pistol with one hand, and the other was entwined around another figure’s hand.

He didn’t recognize you. Even as you put your hand against the mirror and shouted his name, over and over, Wilford just stared at you in fear and confusion. You screamed for him to remember you; for him to save you.

Wilford backed out of the manor carefully, never taking his eyes off of you and the Colonel. As he stumbled down the steps backwards, the door shut in front of him, and he took off running; never once looking back. Eventually, he ended up in a dance club far away. Someone gave him a drink and an Afro, and he forgot all about his living nightmare.

Mark came back to the manor to mourn. He couldn’t count the years that it had been since the poker party; he didn’t want to. He tried his best to move forward, but something was keeping him back.

As he walked into the manor, the first thing he saw was you. He stopped and gripped the bow tie in his pocket tightly, before bringing it out and laying it on the table in front of him. The fragmented mirror on the wall showed you sitting on the floor, broken and bruised and crying. You didn’t realize Mark was even there until he put a hand up to the mirror.

“I’m so sorry.” he apologized, wincing as the glass cut into his hand. “This is all my fault.”

A sharply dressed man appeared behind you and helped you up, walking you towards the edge of the mirror. Mark looked on as the body he stole from Damien held you close and consoled you. He looked exactly as he did on the night of the party, but his bow tie was missing. A tear slipped down Mark’s cheek and his breathing got heavy.

“I never thought that it’d go this far.” he whispered.

“You really knocked ‘em dead.” Damien’s sauve voice echoed as he pushed a piece of hair behind your ear before turning to Mark. “It’s not fair, is it?” he asked, his voice turning to Mark’s own. Too familiar for Mark’s liking. Damien turned back to you, “He trapped us in here with no way out.”

“He was my friend… and so was Mark.” You echoed quietly, but the voice coming out of your mouth was Damien’s. You looked up to meet Mark’s gaze and for the first time in a long time, you felt the energy to use your own words instead of borrowed ones. “You left me here to rot. You left us.”

Mark shook his head, “I didn’t mean-“

You lifted your hand to meet his on the mirror, he could’ve sworn he could feel you through the cracks. “One day, I’ll be free. We’ll be free. Until then… be careful of the dark.”

Mark blinked away a tear and suddenly you were gone. The man in the mirror was himself, and his hand was starting to bleed. He pulled his hand away and hung his head low as he walked out of the manor. He vowed never to return unless he found away to free you; to make up for the sins of his past.

#markiplier #wkm #wkm wilford #william the colonel #darkiplier #mayor damien #damien #wkm celine #celine the seer #the mirror #who killed markiplier?#wkm da #actor!mark #fanfiction #markiplier fanfiction #markiplier community #tw: blood #lou writes #my writing

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iammarylastar · 6 years

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3. Back to the U.S.

I’m dead. After I’ve travelled more than half of the world, I’ve finally reached Washington. So much wasted time which had kept me away from Angie, more than 10 fucking months. It already took me forever to heal from my wounds and be able to walk again. Thanks to the help and good care of Mikomi.

Hope. That’s what her name meant. That’s what she gave me. That’s what helped me to stay alive, what gave me the strength to go on, along with the sweet memories of Angie’s face.

Hope is exactly what left me as I put my feet on the ground. Sacred ground of United States of America. The land that bore me. And Angie. Maybe my child if I’m lucky.

I left Mikomi and her dad, on a fishing boat heading to China. Not really, in those times of war, Japanese and Chinese were like cats and dogs. I’m already lucky I landed on that tiny island where Sensei and his people lived like in the 17th century, they even don’t have electricity. They live in their own world, far from the war.

The ship’s master kicked me out on a Chinese island in the middle of nowhere in the East China Sea, then I sailed from tiny islands to tiny islands until I reached China.

I managed to find a cargo ship heading to America. U.S.A. Read on my lips: U.S.A. My Japanese was quite decent, but my Chinese totally non-existent and I I swear when I found out I’d landed in California, I cried my eyes out. Fucking fate.

My original plan was to land somewhere on the East Coast, then ride a train, a bike or a fucking horse to Washington, where I could gather clues to find out what had happened to Angie. Or Jessie. I was even ready to face Gessepp again if he was back in the Mother land and beg him on my knees, even kiss his bloody ass to know where she lived.

I ’d rather ask the War Department which was supposed to have all the slightest information available about that damn war, all the shit about our base included.

I struggled so much to make myself understood on that Chinese pier, unable to even write U.S.A. with current letters, those damn Chinese hieroglyphs still totally unknown to me. My face lightened at the sweet and weird sound, rolling off that Asian’ s tongue:

“America? Yes, there!” OK, he didn’t really say that, but enthusiastically nodded his head, pointing at a big ship. My tired brain was so relieved and happy that it assumed the boat was heading to the East Coast. Fuck. Me.

San Francisco was beautiful though but I didn’t have time for tourism. I had to survive, find a job to have money, clothes and somewhere to sleep. I did dirty jobs, exhausting physical works; I was alternatively a beggar, a cow boy, a farm hand, a thief, whatever I could do to earn my keep. Keep going. Keep walking. Keep dreaming of Angie and my baby. I made my way across the country, heading East by foot, sometimes hitchhiking, sneaking into a freight train when I was lucky. I never rested, I never stopped, until I finally reached Washington.

Now, I’m losing my nerves at the War Dept, South East Asia sector office, biting my lips bloody as the bitch in front of me repeats her shit for the umpteenth time.

“I’m sorry, but it’s classified as…”

“ I don’t give a fuck about classified! I risked my goddamn life in Japan to save your bloody American ass, I’ve travelled the whole country by foot to be here, so just give me the fucking answer I need! Where is She?? ”

She startles as I slam violently my palm on the desk, marking each word I’m barking so I’m sure she fucking gets the point. I’m aware the whole hall turns silent and feel a thousand sets of eyes stabbing my back but I don’t care. I keep staring at her with a murderous glare, leaning half my upper body over the desk, pointing a threatening forefinger to her face.

I’ve wasted a whole week, getting sent from offices to offices, from stupid to haughty or suspicious secretaries, claiming I had no appointment, no military ID, no reason to be here.

Fuck me I have all the reasons to be here. I have one. I lost the love of my life and my survival, the only chance I get to have her back, depends on you, bitch! But all I’ve earned by now are closed doors and mouths.

Oh, I forgot, one smart ass asked me if I was a deserter, another told me that I could be stamped “fit for duty” if I couldn’t submit any evidence of a “serious injury”. I laughed so hard she almost sent me to an insane asylum.

The truth is there’s nothing to be happy about. Angelina McCarthy just doesn’t exist in their files, all that’s Colonel Gessepp related is marked secret. Mac, Louie, Phil and myself are MIA, assumés KIA, end of story.

“Sir, I’m asking you to step back and calm down or I’ll call the security guards.” The frightened bitch barely whispers, swallowing hard. Jesus I wish she would choke on her spit.

Two shadows appear behind my back and I feel defeated, I know that being thrown to jail is not the best option to get Angie back.

“OK…” I drop my head and lean my hands on the desk for a second, waiting for the weakness in my knees and the bile rising in my throat to pass.

“FUCK!” I grip and pull on my hair as I howl in frustration, kicking out the chair I was supposed to sit on.

I told you I’m dead. This is the end of the road. No hope left. I could knock at every single door across the whole country, asking for Angie, looking for her but I’m so tired. I just want to lie down on the ground, curl up like a baby and sleep for the next 50 years.

“CUP! CUUUP!” A scream. A call. A female voice. I turn around to the sound, terrified by what I’m about to face. Who I am about to face. That’s not Angie’s voice, I’m sure of it, though her voice could have changed, by dint of cries.

My sight is still blurry with tears and rage, but a woman is running towards me, calling my name out loud.

I have no choice but let the hysterical stranger jump on me, kiss my face and hug me, her face widened in shock that I was back from the dead. Which I actually am.

“Oh Jesus, Cup, is it really you?” She asks between cries, patting my cheeks and shoulders.

I know that voice. I know those hands. Stop crying on my chest so I can see your face. I gently pull the woman back to study her face. I lost some parts of my life because of the crash, but not her. Debrah.

“Step back guys. It’s OK. He’s with me.” She orders to the guards who surround us, waving her ID card that proved she works here.

“ Cup, what the fuck happened to you? We all thought you were dead.”

“Yeah, I thought it myself. But I survived. But tell me, please Deb, tell me about Angie. Is she safe? Does she live here in America?”

“Come with me. We need to talk. We need a drink. You need to know.” She states, grabbing my hand and dragging me outside.

It was a long talk. A fucking long disaster. I wish I haven’t survive just to hear this. And the dozen of cups of coffee I downed hasn’t helped me to calm my nerves.

“ We all waited for your plane to come back. Everything was ready for the wedding. Angie has been waiting for you in her wedding dress for hours. All eyes scrutinized the skies until dark. Past midnight, we lost hope. It’s been too long. You were supposed to be back around 5, and for the first hours, it was still OK. You never know how long a mission could last. The crowd started to leave but I stayed with her. And Mac and Phil’s girlfriends. Then it was done. The other pilots stated you should be lost, crashed, that at this time the plane was out of gas anyway.”

“ Two engines died, there was no chance to fly back. I don’t know what happened to the others.” I explain.

“ There must be survivors, the lifeboat was found few days later. Empty. I’m sorry Cup.”

As sad as I feel knowing that my bros were likely dead, there’s only one life I want to hear about.

“Gessepp showed up on the tarmac and dismissed everyone, yelling the party was over. He summoned Angie to go home but she didn’t budge. She has stood up there, clung to her bride’s bouquet for 3 days. She never cried.” “ She broke down the morning of the third day, dissolved in tears. Jessica came to bring her home and she has disappeared for weeks. I tried to visit her, despite my fear of the Colonel, but nobody answered at the door. Marla managed to have some news but they were so bad. As expected, she was devastated. She stopped talking, stopped eating and was just waiting to die of grief.”

As Debrah goes on speaking, I feel my chest tightening, my heart crying as bad as my eyes. Angie, my love letting herself starve, willing to die. No. Please no.

“After a month, the doc forced her to the hospital. That’s where they found out… Oh Cup, how could I tell you?” Debrah wipes her tears and grabs my hands.

“She was pregnant, wasn’t she?” I knew it from the beginning, I knew about my baby girl. Oh fuck, a month of starvation and grief should have killed them both.

“Yes, how do you know about that?” I can’t answer but try a shy smile. I felt it. I knew.

“She was so weak but the baby made it. She decided to live for that. To have your baby, so you would be alive somehow. We were just a few in the secret, she made me swear to never tell anyone.”

My face lightens at the news, but Debrah bursts into more tears and tries to speak between sobs and cries.

“ She resumed eating and gained weight back. It was hard without you but she managed to smile, laughed sometimes. She was on her second trimester when… When…”

“What? Fuck Deb, what happened?” I’m losing my mind. I know it’s bad, I know the story will end with my baby… gone but I need to hear it from her mouth.

She covers her face with her palms, leaving mines naked and cold.

“ She started to show and… Gessepp… he found out she was pregnant. He lost his shit and turned furious. It was Sunday, we were having a picnic after the office. He barged in in the meadow next to the church, totally enraged, calling her a whore and all that shit, saying you lied and fucked her before marriage. He was screaming like a damned maniac, and…” Her cries increase and she has to gasp for air before she’s able to speak again.

“He beat her up, Jesus, he couldn’t stop yelling and kicking her belly. Some guys tried to intervene and protect Angie but he threatened them to death, yelling he was a fucking Colonel and that nobody could get in his way without paying the consequences.”

Tell me about it. That’s exactly what he said to me that day he almost killed Angie at the café. And I cowardly stayed still and denied my love for her. I’m biting my lips so hard I taste my own blood.

“He even told the pastor to go fuck himself. He grasped Angie and dragged her through the meadow, leaving all the church members in shock.”

OK. I got it. Stop it there. I don’t want to hear what’s next. My jaws are clenched, my fist balled so tightly my nails are piercing my palms. But she keeps talking.

“The next day, knowing that Gessepp had a meeting with the Defense Staff, we went to his home. Jess opened the door, she’s been beaten up too. We brought them both to the Army hospital, begging the docs to keep them safe from him. But at night, he arrived, enraged like a bull, hit some nurses and tried to choke Angie. It took 3 docs to snatch Angie from his claws and finally a nurse stabbed a hypo in his thigh which knlcked him out for a while.”

Hearing that motherfucker was out comforts me just a bit. I would have given anything to be there and finish him off. But I’m still worried to death about Angie. And Jessie. And little Abi.

“What happened next nearly blow up the whole base. The case got back to the top of Gessepp’s hierarchy. The docs testified, Angie and Jess testified, we all did. Gessepp couldn’t remain unpunished for what he’s done. He got arrested and impeached for his indecent behaviour, ashamed and kicked out of the Corps of the Army. All of us who testified were held incommunicado and offered a job at home, that’s how I ended up in Washington.”

Jesus. I’ve held my breath for too long. I need a break, I need a drink, but above all I need to know more about Angie. I rub my face vigorously, then scratch my beard, giving Debrah some time to gather herself.

“And the baby?” I whisper.

“Cup, honey, I’m so sorry. I don’t know. Angie and Jess left within the week. Back to the States, but nobody knows where exactly, to keep them safe from Gessepp. All I know is that she had to stay in hospital, she suffered bad bleeding… Oh Cup don’t hate me for telling you all that.”

“The military Court suggested Jessica to ask for divorce and the full custody of Abigail, which she accepted. They provided adequate resources for her and Abi, for damages and official apologizes for letting Gessepp act with complete impunity for too long. Me and the girls at the office made false certificates so Angie could benefit widow’s pension, making sure she would be free for rant.”

Jesus all that shit makes me want to puck out.

“Think Cup, think. I’m sure she’s somewhere waiting for you. You guys are made for each other. We became close friends after you… vanished. She talked to me. She loves you Cup, she’ll never stop, baby or not.”

I shake my head no and drop it between my hands. I’m too devastated to think, too tired to keep hope.

Debrah moves to sit next to me and gently grabs my chin and lifts it up to search my gaze.

“Honey, I know what’s like to be crazy about you. I was not the one for you, but Angie is your soulmate. You know it. Promise me to find her.”

I finally look up at her, we dated for a while when she worked in the base. She was pretty disappointed when I broke up for another chick. I now realize what prick I’d been.

“I’m sorry Deb. Sorry if I hurt you.”

“Nah it’s good. I found a good guy to forget you. I got married last year.” She smiles heartily. “ You deserve to be happy. With her. You know her by heart. If you were her, where would you settle down? Did she have any family? Friends? Relatives?”

“No. Nobody. She had just Jessie and Abi. And me.”

Poor me. I’ve never felt so alone. You know, like the entire world thinks you’re dead and you’re not but you have no chance to spread the news. Debrah is basically the only human being who knows about me. And that’s freaking terrifying. My fingers are fidgeting on their own, rubbing circles on the tattoo on my wrist. Mikomi. Hope. I swore I wouldn’t give up, so think Cup, think.

“Did you plan to live somewhere? I’m pretty sure you talked about what you’d want to do when the war ends.”

I stiffen, yes we did talk about it. Our dreams, on our first date.

She wanted to be a teacher. I planned to go back home, to take over the family business. The farm where I grew up.

Fuck me. I jump out of my chair, ready to sprint my final stretch.

I’m back, Alabama.

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bunnyrapline · 7 years

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WKM Theory (long post)

I had a more in depth post but it jay accidentally got deleted and I’m upset about that, it’s late, and I’m on mobile and took me forever to type it the first time and idk if Infeel like doing that again (if this post is super long I did).

Theory 1:

There were six different killers to cover the 6 different types of death. I think this could be accurate b/c when the lightning and thunder occurs when everyone says the word murder, except for the groundskeeper. There are also two people who never say the word; ourselves and Celine so I can’t say for sure which of us could have helped (it’s seems more accurate to say ourselves since we were there and Celine didn’t show up til later, but if she was in on it she could’ve shown up at anytime during the party)

Theory 2: Dark was always a separate entity that existed in the house befor the events or WKM. Dark used his evil force to influence Mark and everyone in the house. This could explain Mark’s attitude change that was mentioned by everyone, Celine’s unhappiness, the Colonel and Celine’s decision to have an affair and the Colonel using blackmail, Damien’s potential corruption that was mentioned in a newspaper, everyone’s strange behavior ( the butler acting strange;most likely drugging our drink and the whole wine cellar thing, the chefs aggressive behavior, the Colonel’s aggressive and erratic behavior), and the gradual increase of aggression as the party goes on Mark throwing chips at us, the Colonel putting detective in choke hold, the Colonel and detective playing Russian roulette, us flipping off the Butler, and the Detective punching us (and maybe us punching him back?)

Dark uses this energy to try and influence the others to kill Mark, does it too well and they murder him so aggressively that his body is unable to be possessed; it is uninhabitable. This pisses Mark off and Dark takes th oppurtunity make an agreement with Mark that they can get revenge and take one of the other bodies and escape the manor (leaving out that it was his influence that ultimately led to Mark’s death).

This plan goes well, they agree to use the Colonel as their instrument for revenge (since he is the most unstable and vulnerable to manipulation), until they have Celine and Damien in the room upstairs (maybe having intentionally led us to the groundskeeper in order to get us out of the house). They use the Colonel to kill Damien and Celine (b/c isn’t that perfect revenge for Mark?) and then Mark jumps into Damien’s body, refuses to let Dark in like they initially agreed, and gets the hell out of there.

Darks pissed but Celine was a seer which make her more vulnerable, and since her body is still there he decides to try and take hers. Celine isn’t having any of that and fights back. Damien’s pissed and confused, but he see the fight happening and jumps in as well in an attempt to help Celine (and maybe himself).

Unfortunately three souls, especially three fighting souls, is too much for the body to handle and Celine’s body becomes uninhabitable. It also lead to three souls becoming stuck together as one; all three are present but there are apart of each other now. (This could explain the light that we see when we make it back in the house and we see Celine; she is surrounded by blue, red, and black light)(This could also explain Darks instability as he is one body holding three minds even if he is the more dominate one)

When we die and we meet Celine and Damien I think Dark is manipulating them and us in order to get us to say yes (I think Dark has to have permission to enter a body which is why he needed Mark to let him into Damien’s. Celine could be an exception since she’s a seer therefor already attached to the spirit world).

I think Dark is manipulating them b/c when you listen to the speech there are parts that have normal echoes of their voices which could be an affect of the void, but some echoes have a darker, deeper tone and I think that is Dark exerting his influence.

I think he shares Damien’s frustration with losing his body b/c as far as Dark was concerned that WAS his body and Mark took it from him. It would also explain Darks “he promised he let me in”.

I’m not sure if Dark planned on casting us out from the beginning, but if he did it would make sense. After all he had just gotten screwed by Mark and I’m sure their head was crowded enough without a fourth soul being in there. It also could’ve been done b/c 4 minds was too much, or it could be a punishment for Celine and Damien for thwarting his attempts to take Celine’s body. (If it was on purpose it could also explain Darks shell cracking in ADWM when we’re with him during the play; Damien/Celine trying to break free/gain control to protect us from him)

(Somewhat unrelated but I think when the detective was closing the door to the room Celine was last in I think the detective saw her and Marks body, which he mistook for Damien’s b/c of cane that he left behind and perhaps they changed Marks clothes to look like ones Damien would wear to trick detective. Which is why he turns to the colonel and says you better choose his next words carefully, holds his gun up to him, and accuse him of murder along with the other things. The killing his best friend thing could have been a reference to Damien in this instance since it was clear the Colonel and Mark were no longer friends)

Theory 3: The events with the Jims take place some time after the events of WKM

I think this makes sense b/c it would explain why we never see the Jims and any other character interact or run into each other besides the detective.

It would explain how Jim would even know about the death as they shouldn’t of if it was during the actual weekend Mark died b/c they hadn’t called the police yet.

It would also explain how Jim could have stolen Celine’s ouija cloth without anyone noticing (which would have been impossible as Celine and Damien would have been in there and they would have been witness to the freaky stuff that went on when they did).

Theory 4: The events of WKM take place on October 11 but what we’re watching actually takes place after we’ve already died and we are reliving the events

One b/c there are two occurrences were we are brought through the house reliving memories and in both instances we recall memories of events that haven’t occurred yet. The first one is the one with the groundskeeper, the second is right after everyone leaves and we’re upstairs and we hear the voice say help. The first thing we hear after that is “Madness?! Madness is stealing your best friends…”.

It doesn’t make sense since neither of those things had happened yet, unless of course they have and we are just stuck reliving the events of our death over and over, or b/c we’re reliving trying to figure out what happened.

It would also explain some the articles and other notes that appear in the office that shouldn’t be there (articles about our death, notes the detective made that I don’t think he would’ve had time to make before). The idea is that at the time they weren’t the only thing that was up there in the office initially was the research on the colonel and Celine, which the detective might have done for Mark before the party (the security tapes about the butler and chef being clean point to an investigation).

It would explain why the Colonel only mentions the research being over himself and Celine being investigated b/c the other stuff isn’t actually there yet. We can see it b/c we’re reliving it in real time. It could also explain why we see lights around Celine and Damien at times b/c we had already seen them in the blue and red hues and that is something that lingers in our reliving

It could also explain that one weird moment with the detective where we hear his inner monologue but he says it like he’s telling it to someone.

Theory 5:

The detective know we’re there and we are trying to figure out exactly everything that happened and piecing it together; maybe trying to figure out where Dark, the Colonel,and Mark went (i believe the theory hat they found their way into a different universe somehow). This has happened b/c the detective found a way to communicate with us after he came back to the house, or the only reason he isn’t dead is b/c we helped him by joining him in his body or joining our souls (or he did die but was brought back in a similar fashion like we were only we aren’t jerks).

The other four theories I feel pretty confident could be possible, this one I’m less sure b/c there isn’t as much proof, but I like it and I find it interesting.

So I did end up retyping it all.

Sorry it’s so long! What do you guys think?

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Who Killed Markiplier?

DISCLAIMER: This is not entirely my theory. Credit goes to Michael M on YouTube whose idea was phenomenally sensible. All I did was add a few tweaks and hopefully covered a few holes.

[edit: I'm still not down perfecting/writing/tweaking this theory, so if you see this post, feel free to read through, but it's unfinished]

let's begin, shall we?

This whole time you've been asking yourself the same question. Who killed Markiplier? Who would bring themselves to murder a man that we all loved and adored? But what if you've been asking the wrong question? What if the answer was not in Mark, but in the people he surrounded himself with? After all, who are the other people in this manor?

The Colonel. William, or Will for short. A man of high standing. An eccentric individual who just so happens to be the same age as Mark, according to the Butler. Curious isn't it? Think about how many similarities they bear between one another. The Chef also claims to have worked for the Colonel, but when? And the Colonel claims that the manor is his own, yet Markiplier resides there? Why? Because he does own the manor. They both do. For they are brothers. Mark and the Colonel are twins, born under the same roof. They shared the same lives, living in pampered luxury, both the Chef and the Butler tending to their every wish. But just because their bodies are the same doesn't mean they are equal. Mark was destined for greatness. He had it all. Wealth, power, charisma, everything a person could want. Everything a girl could want.

A girl like Celine. Curious and bright-eyed, and ready to take the world for a test run. She found Mark, a match made in heaven. They fell in love, but only for so long. Because someone else loved Celine. Somebody who had been relegated to the sidelines for too long. The Colonel. When she met him, he was the reject, the inferior copy relegated to stand under the shadow of his brother. But as they spent more time together, she saw him as a man of honor and passion. Their adventures together slowly became more and more intense, more exciting, which pleased Celine. After all, with Mark's near unlimited riches and acting career taking him from home, she could enjoy life without him. Until things went awry. A hunting trip had turned far too sour for her taste, and she knew once the news had gone out, her husband would find out and everything would be ruined. She left for her next step in life, leaving the mess with the Colonel. The Colonel soon found himself in far too much trouble. He had gone too far. He needed help. He couldn't turn to his brother, so he had to look higher up. Who could help him? Simple.

Damien could. The Mayor needed his own kind of help. The Secretary of State on his back and all the negative publicity was bringing his reputation down. He needed a boost, something that would improve his public image. And then the news of the Hunt* came from his Secretary. Damien couldn't believe it. If news about it got out, he would be ruined.** But soon both the Mayor and the Colonel realized that everything could be solved with just a little bit of cooperation. Through the Colonel, Damien met Mark, and the two instantly hit it off.*** New people easily caught on, and through Mark, the Mayor's ratings shot through the roof. In exchange for the help, Damien used his power as Mayor to cover up information on the Hunt, allowing the Colonel to continue enjoying his life.

*ANOTHER DISCLAIMER: I'm actually not really sure what the Hunt necessarily was, but for a possible somewhat theory, check out this.

**If news of the hunt got out, why would the Mayor be ruined? I actually can't think of a reason, though I think that Damien might've wanted to cover up this article so his friends wouldn't be at each other's throats and they could all keep continuing in with life. I feel like this would be something of his top priorities, to be honest. To keep peace within his group of close friends.

***Damien says that he's been childhood friends with Mark. Specifically, "I've known Mark for years, since we were kids... and he's just gone?"

Everything was fine until someone stuck their nose where it didn't belong. When it was finally uncovered, the news about the Hunt spread like wildfire. The Colonel disappeared, and nobody could find him for months. Celine had always left Mark, out pursuing the strange world of Occult magic. Damien hid behind the walls of his office, waiting for the storm to blow over. And deep within the walls of the manor, sitting alone by the fireplace was Mark. Mark felt betrayed. The love of his life had been with his brother all this time, while his best friend did the dirty work to cover it all up. Everyone had betrayed him, and he wanted revenge. He cut off all ties to the Colonel. He even went as far as to remove his name from the lease of the house. But it wasn't enough to satisfy his needs for vengeance. He had to get more than just petty revenge. He would break all of them. And then, as he was cleaning out Celine's room, he found it. A book of arcane arts, of strange incantations. One even mentioned the power of body possession. And as soon the plan came into effect.

He invited everyone for a game of poker, a simple night together. And as the night grew late, Mark made his move. How was he going to kill them without anyone suspecting him as the murderer? The only way to do so would be to stage his own death. Nobody would suspect him to be the killer if he was dead. Through occult arts, he killed Damien and put a curse on the house. His soul was transferred into Damien's body, which became Mark's vessel. It worked like a charm. Damien's body was surprisingly similar to Mark's, enough so that nobody would be able to tell the two had switched places.* With the night ending, Mark returned to the Mayor's office and played the fool. His act was good enough, and nobody suspected a thing. From there, Mark had to be careful. He tried to draw the Colonel out by himself, but we kept getting in the way. He was never able to make a move with us nearby the whole time. Through pure coincidence, we had become a shield for the Colonel. Mark had no reason to kill us, we had never done him any wrong. We were only there to make the party seem more authentic, as if it were an actual gathering of friends instead of a stage for murder.

*This arouses the startling realization that if this theory were correct, we weren't talking to Damien at all, but instead Mark pretending to be him, since he was using Damien's body. I think it can it assumed that he trapped Damien in Mark's old and now broken body with no way out.

Celine could feel the dark magic emanating from the house. Despite declining the invitation, she came to the manor to put a stop to it all. She knew somebody was the vessel, but she couldn't find out who. She tried to use us as a way to find the murderer, but the ritual was stopped too soon. Think about it? Why would Damien want Celine not use her magic to figure out the killer? Was it really because it would be dangerous? Or was it because he knew she would find out? When the two of them were alone, he tried to possess her, too, tried to take her over, which is why she simply stood there when we came to her room. She was too strong in the dark arts to be possessed herself, though not strong enough to defeat Mark. She died and Mark disappeared, still in Damien's body.

The entire event drove the Colonel to the brink. The guilt he felt combined with the deaths of all those he held dear. It drove him over the edge. It drove him insane. He killed the Detective and then, after a series of unfortunate events, us as well. After which we went mad, becoming nothing more than a shell of his former self. And that was the end. Mark left the manor in Damien's body after accomplishing everything he sought out to do. Those who had wronged him were dead, and anyone who could've stopped him were either dead or insane. He had won.

Or so he though. Because from the darkened void of death, we were born. A combination of all those whom he had wronged. Damien's will. Celine's powers. Our body. We have no need to dispose of the Colonel, his mind was already shattered. His penance has been paid. But the man who did this all to us, the one that orchestrated it all, he still walks free, unashamed, unpunished. We will not let that stand.

We are Darkiplier.

And we will have our revenge.

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Who Killed Markiplier? Finale

AND THE KILLER IS... THE COLONEL? QUESTION MARK?

That's pretty much how I sum up the finale to this little adventure. A big ass question mark. When I clicked into the video for the final chapter, I felt like I was somehow teleported out of the Markiplier universe and dropped into the middle of Metal Gear Solid or something. I am so miserably confused. But... deep breath... I will try.

Darkiplier isn't the killer because... Mark is Dark? Yeah, there's gonna be a lot of questions marks because OH MY GOD!

I'm pulled into the spirit realm, presumably by Mark's spirit, where I start to hear multiple voices, all belonging to different characters from the story. I feel like I've been purposely led to the office where the detective has been collecting evidence on everyone, including himself. But the colonel is clearly the main focus here because he is all over the place. And it looks like the detective may have caught a slight case of The Shining because he's written "The colonel did it." over and over again across multiple notes. All work and no booze makes Abe a loopy boy, eh, Dick?

It appears that my theory about Mark and the colonel fighting over the mystery woman in the photo was correct. It's revealed that at some point in the past, the colonel stole his wife and squeezed him for money which he spent on their sordid love affair. It's clear at this point that the colonel has gone completely off the deep end and is very unstable. He shoots the detective when he confronts him with the evidence he found, then he shoots me when I try to stop him. I don't have to stretch my imagination very far to surmise that at some point during the party, he and Mark got into a huge fight over the colonel's betrayal and in the heat of the moment, the colonel killed him. And in the multiple ways that were previously pointed out. But did Mark goad him into doing it, just so he could frame him? That part's a little hazy. I'm not really sure.

This turns Mark into a very angry spirit bent on vengeance. The first sign of his transformation into Darkiplier appears when his eyes are covered in dark shadows. Celine and Damian's spirits appear before me and Celine is red while Damian is blue. More of Darkiplier's trademarks. It seems that Mark has been planning some sort of vengeance for years. And right now, he's running around in Damian's body. When Damian says "Just let me in," I'm like... Oh, no, no, no, no, no! I've heard that line before! Nuh uh! Nope! But it doesn't look like I have a choice. Just like Darkiplier, he pretends to give people a choice when they really don't have any choice at all.

I wake up and the colonel runs off raving like a lunatic, thinking it was all a joke and he never killed anyone. I can't help but wonder who he's trying to convince more, me or himself?

I pick up the cane and the shape of my hand changes. I look up at the mirror and... I've changed into Darkiplier!? What!? That is insanely cool. But at the same time, it raises my biggest point of confusion. Damian already said that Mark's spirit is out there in his body. Meanwhile, Damian and Celine are trapped with me in my body. Does that mean there are two Darkipliers? Um... What!? I'm guessing that my body took on Damian's form because he's the most dominant and this story is all about him setting things right with Mark and the colonel?

I must say that I am crazy in love with that last shot. The shattering of the mirror is so sad and melancholy. It really brings home the tragedy of three friends that were torn apart by betrayal and anger. And the white noise effects peeking in through the cracks displays Darkiplier's ability to break reality.

The last thing heard after the credits is the detective, still alive but sounding badly injured, "Colonel, if you can hear this, you better run."

Another thing that confused me is what happened to Mark's body? Maybe I was right before and Mark was able to rise up Jigsaw-style, just like I did, and hide somewhere before he takes over Celine and Damian. I guess that reoccurring joke about Mark being a zombie actually had a purpose.

Then there's all the newspaper clippings talking about the death of a celebrity movie star. This could have been about Mark, but there's a problem. The newspapers look old and damaged. This would mean that Mark's been dead for a while, and since it was all over the news, everyone knows about it. But then nobody is disturbed that their formerly dead friend pops up again and decides to throw a party? They all just shrug and go, "okay"? I think the stories about the celebrity has more to do with the detective's past, about a case that was never solved and it soiled his career.

There are still a few questions that are left unanswered. What was the significance of the smashed wine bottle? What about the KILL MODE on the chef's little buddy? What was that conversation between Mark and the detective really about? These things are never addressed. At least, not that I've been able to see.

Honestly, I actually hope this story isn't canon to Darkiplier's backstory. The whole thing about having three people in one body as Darkiplier, and possibly another one wandering around making Let's Plays on Youtube, just makes the whole thing overcomplicated. This is why I gave up on the Kingdom Hearts series. They tried to bring in too many plot lines and twists to the point that it turned into a big, tangled mess. It ruined the games for me.

I love complex stories. I know it may sound like I don't, but I do. A good story that's rich and intriguing really pulls me in and gets me invested in it. But a good story also knows when to hold back. And I feel like they went a little too ham near the end.

All in all, I absolutely had a great experience with Who Killed Markiplier? It was very well put together, even if it did get a little convoluted at the end. And the acting was stellar from each and every member of the cast. Bravo! Mark and everybody on Team Iplier deserve a standing ovation. This was a lot of fun and brought enjoyment in my life, where I rarely have any. Thank you all for your hard work and dedication to making people happy. You should all be SO proud of yourselves!

Day 1 / Day 2 / Day 2-2 / Day 3

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sarah-is-a-person · 7 years

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“Who Killed Markiplier?”: A Darkiplier Origin Theory

@markiplier

I have a theory about “Who Killed Markiplier.” (This is more of a partial theory because it doesn’t quite explain everything.)

I think “Who Killed Markiplier” is Dark’s origin story. Hear me out. It all starts with the ground keeper. The grounds keeper was on the older side and he’s obviously worked there for a very long time since he has a fifteen year streak of not going into the house. Maybe there’s something weird about the house that makes a lot of bad things happen. I think this because when murder was mentioned, the grounds keeper wasn’t fazed. So, knowing that bad things happen often, we know why the grounds keeper thinks of the house as mad.

Then enter Markiplier. A normal dude grown as a successful YouTuber. He buys the house, moves in and throws a party. He invites his friend Damien, the Colonel, the detective and us.

The Colonel is clearly unstable. Maybe he got driven insane from the things he’s seen in war; we know he went to war because he was promoted to Colonel. And he also keeps referring to the house as “his house”. Maybe it was his before he went to war, and somehow through everything the house fell into the hands of Mark. And the Colonel hates him for it.

So, after a huge party, when the Colonel was drunk, he killed Mark in a fury. He woke up not clearly remembering what happened. After seeing the body he tried to cover his tracks by hiding it. And that’s why the body disappeared.

Enter Selene. Shes a friend of the Colonels and Damien, and she’s a seer. She always knew the house was the center of some sort of black magic. And in one of her sessions, she saw bad things happening in the house. Thats why she came.

Whilst investigating, Selene comes across the source of the power, which is incredibly dangerous. It overwhelms her and she is killed, but is sent to this “in between dimensions” type thing. Her death opened this. Damien is also killed in the explosion and he ends up there as well.

Maybe Selene made a mistake. Using her powers she saw a future where a monster wearing Mark/Damien’s face walked around killing people. She made a mistake and thought it was out there with the Colonel. So when we are accidentally killed and sent to this other dimension, Selene comes up with this plan to stop the monster.

Our body is broken from the fall, but it can still be healed. Selene, using the power of the house, fuses us, Damien and herself together. But she doesn’t realize she has made a mistake. By doing this, she inadvertently created Dark. The three of us created Dark.

Selene gives Dark powers, Damien gives Dark a form/face, and we give Dark a body to walk around in. We are Dark.

(The idea of a fuse is also supported because of their colors. Selena’s red and Damien’s blue somewhat resembles some of the glitchy color that comes with Dark.)

The Colonel didn’t mean to kill us, which is obvious by his breakdown after we wake up. Once he is gone, we pick up Damien’s cane and in the mirror we see Darks reflection.

Selene fused us to give us entrance back to the real world to stop this entity, yet, once we saw ourselves, anger towards the Colonel for ending so many lives overtook us, and our original purpose was lost. We become Dark, angry and vengeful, ready to take revenge on the Colonel and whomever else gets in our way.

Mark’s death started all this. Once we kill the Colonel, we see what Mark has built. And us, as Dark, become jealous and want it for ourselves.

That’s my theory. It’s mostly speculation and probably isn’t right, but I just want to put it out there. What do you think?

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Alchemy: Tiny Steps

Chapters: 37/45 Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist/Harry Potter Rating: T Relationships: Edward/Winry, Lan Fan/Ling, and May/Alphonse. Primary Characters: Edward Elric, Severus Snape Additional Tags: Crossover, Teacher!Edward, BrOtp Edward/Severus. Sassy beyond measure. Pro!Snape Series: Part 2 of 9. Summary: Part two of the Alchemy Series. Politics. Either you love it, hate it or you live it. For Alchemy Teacher Edward Elric, he lives it, hates it and loves it when he gets the upper hand. Here is to another year of hell… D/C: I do not own Harry Potter or Fullmetal Alchemist. Discord: La Red(Mesh Mash of… stuff.): https://discord.gg/KYjmVAb Alchemy Series: https://discord.gg/DejEYNJ

Edward sat on a wooden bench, sipping on tea that was made just for the trial of the day. He hated it. Hated the taste, what it does, and the attendees were at mixed odds on the trial that was taking place in front of them. He was summoned to act as an expert witness on the behalf of the court and he could feel the stares that were directed his way. At least the date of said trial was kept in the dark but many still managed to get here and it's starting to annoy the Alchemy Teacher.

There were talks of having character witnesses, but that was quickly annexed. They were mainly looking for ones that are a complete third party. So far… there's only three people that fit's that bill, himself, Andromeda Tonks, and Rebus Hagrid.

Right now, everyone is waiting for Sirius Black to be brought in and for Kingsley Shacklebolt, the latter of which is judging the case.

Edward swears that if they vote to having the guy return even everything that is going to be presented in front of them, there is no hope left for humanity. None whatsoever.

Silence filled the room when a sudden chill filled the room that could only Dementors could bring. Edward hates those creatures… completely and utterly unhuman. Hagrid and Severus had warned him about them but seeing them in front of him is something completely different. Standing in between those hideous creatures is a scraggly man that aged far more than he was supposed to in the last couple of years.

The funny part? They seemed to not like Edward for whatever reason, they are avoiding looking at him and every time they even glance his way, that creepy laugh turns one of warning. At least Truth is good for something…

That eerie laugh was his only response to that thought.

Back to the reason everyone was in that room to begin with… Sirius Black. The time in the slammer aged him severely so. Clothes tattered and hung loosely on his body, the smell is just as bad as he looked. It only made Edward wonder about this man… and the tea he was forced to drink.

-.-

Sirius doesn't know what to make out of the famous Edward Elric. He look's like a kid. A kid. A kid that just made it out of Hogwarts.

Or wherever he graduated from…

As much Sirius trusts Bones, but this kid… just… He's glaring at him. Wait… no… Elric is glaring at Umbridge. The kid earned a couple of points back in his book for that. Looking back at the Alchemy Professor, to now see him talking to someone that was seated behind him.

Said someone is the main reason for Sirius having major doubts when it comes to Edward Elric.

Severus Snape.

Is that snake manipulating the kid?

Manipulating him into seeing everything into the wrong light?

Oh Merlin… Sirius is starting to regret his past actions, karma, right?

Now there are only what if…

"This stuff taste like shit. I thought that truths potion crap is supposed to be tasteless?"

"I believe it's the tea, not the potion."

"What kind of crap is this?"

"It's a type of milk tea."

"…I hate you."

"I know."

Oh… he's doomed.

-.-

"Sirius had come to my home some time before the murders of James and Lily Potter. He had come seeking advice on him being their Secret Keeper. He wanted to hand it over to someone else as he was the most obvious choice for the role. There was a fear that Remus Lupin was a possible traitor at the time and Albus Dumbledore already had so much in his plate, and James had shot both of them down for possible Secret Keepers."

"Did the both of you come up with a list of possible candidates?"

"We came up with the Longbottom's, and…Peter Pettigrew. It went down to one when the Longbottom's went into hiding and that left with Pettigrew."

"Was it agreed to have him become Secret Keeper?"

"It was agreed that he would be a better choice them himself."

-.-

"Whe' I arriv', Black was lookin around the gravel. 's wan't a pretty sight… He was trying ter look fer 'em bodies, he looked los' an' hands raw from searching for their bodies... We searched fer…fer… few…"

Someone signaled for someone to hand the witness a handkerchief for his tears.

"We found James fir's, he didn' even have his wan' in his hand. At tha' point, we both feared fer Lily an' 'Arry. Lily…dead righ' in front o' Arry's crib. I picked im' up, held him close before I handed im' over to Black. He…He cried, saying he was sorry before he handed him back ter me."

"After tha', Black let me borr'w that uh…totor-cylce?"

"For the record, it is called a motorcycle, a muggle's contraption to move around, which Sirius Black charmed to fly."

"Tha'. I took 'Arry to Hogwarts for Pomfrey and Dumbledore."

-.-

"I apparated from there to the most obvious places where that rat could have run off to hide. It didn't take me that long. I cornered him in an alley way. In that moment, I had never felt such anger until that moment. I wanted him dead for betraying our friends. But I knew that wouldn't fix things and James wouldn't want that.

"He began to yell out how I supposedly betrayed him, our friends and my godson. Bastard, when he was swinging his arms around, I saw the mark of Voldemort."

Gasps and whispers filled the court room.

"Pettigrew went out about how I supposedly joined the Dark Eaters before he blew himself and those muggles up. Damn rat…"

-.-

"Before we start your testimonial, state your name and title."

"Colonel Edward Elric, the Fullmetal Alchemist."

"Age."

"20."

"What is your exact part of this case?"

"I was tasked with using my past experience as a Military Officer, Alchemist, and vast knowledge to dissect this case and to see where everyone fucked up in this case."

"Watch our mouth, Muggle."

"What? You guys wanted me to take that truth potion shit."

"…I'll let it go this once. Continue with the questions."

"Prior from today, have you ever met Sirius Black?"

"No."

"Have you heard or read anything pertaining to Sirius Black?"

"…Yes. The Daily Prophet kept spewing crap about the case and him, it got to the point where I avoid reading them."

"Anything else?"

"Albus Dumbledore, Rebus Hagrid, and Severus Snape, told me some past history, but not enough to cloud my judgement."

-.-

Tension filled the air as Elric went over the evidence to everyone in the room. Safe to say, that it was all presented if there was a case originally, it would have made a very strong argument for the side of Sirius Black.

"I have seen the results of explosions before and my superior as well. Comparing them to what happened in that alleyway, it shows many factors that were ignored. Whoever set out the explosion knew that they had to contain it just enough to ensure it was large enough to kill that many people, and ensuring that at least one is still left alive. The thumb… it shows that it appears that someone or it's owner attempted to cut it off and proceeded to rip it off. I brought along other pictures as examples. Compared to the rest of the bodies, all of whom barely had anything recognizable, that thumb is the only thing preserved in such condition."

"What is your honest opinion on what occurred that day, Mr. Elric?"

"My honest opinion? Can I swear and actually say it as it is?"

"You have the court's permission."

"Thank you. All of you didn't give this guy a proper trial, for truth's sake! If you had him drink down this stuff," Elric lifted his tea with disdain, "You would have gotten the truth. The only thing is that, I believe the explosion was just a cover up for an escape."

"What are you saying?"

"I am saying is that, Peter Pettigrew, is possibly still out there while an innocent man rotted in jail. Along with that, many wanted to use Sirius as an escape goat for your plans to ensure that one Harry Potter wouldn't be raised by his own godfather."

-.-

"This is an outrage!"

"...Hm…"

"My faith in humanity… out the door."

"Yes, yes."

"Nothing makes sense."

"The horror…"

"Why are you so calm!"

"It's just milk tea!"

"Exactly!"

"The case ended twenty minutes ago… and you are still going on about the tea?"

"Yes, the tea!" Edward exclaimed, he refilled a glass with water before he drank it down.

Severus could only shake his head at his friend's antics. Instead of going over the results of the trial, the Alchemy Teacher decided to just rant on about the tea. They were in the Minister's office, waiting for her and their other guests. "Are you ready to meet face to face with Sirius Black?"

"The douche bag from your childhood?"

"I see the potion is still in effect."

"No, that's just me."

"Just wondering."

"Why are we waiting for them again?" Edward asked, he picked up a photo frame that was set on Minister Bones' desk. It was a picture of said woman with her niece, he couldn't help but smile. He placed the photo back on the desk and looked back at Severus. "Well?"

"It has to do with Harry Potter." Severus snorted, sat in one of the chairs that was placed in front of the Minister's desk. "By all right, Black is the boy's god-father, and should have gotten full custody of him."

"That reminds me… what is this stuff about the mother's bond, blood, and so on?"

"To put it bluntly, he must be around family which he shares blood with in order to hide him from any possible enemies."

"Eh?"

"It's… complicated…"

Hearing how Severus words began to trail off, Edward cleared his throat. "It's supposed to protect him from possible enemies, right? If the kid supposedly killed the all mighty, Lord Moldybut. Who was left?"

"His followers."

"Oh…right... Where was I going with this? Oh, right! Who has him right now?"

"…. His mother was a muggle-born, she has a sister who was born with no magical ability. Potter was put into her care."

"That sounds bad. Is that bad?"

"It is. She hates magic and her sister."

"…We are going to talk more about this at a later time. Back to the main subject at hand, Sirius, on whether or not he should take his god-son into his care."

"You sound as if he shouldn't have the brat under his care…"

"The guy spent around almost a decade in a place where his soul was slowly sucked away from him. He’s going to need to be both physically, mentally, and emotionally therapy before he would even be considered to even hold the notion of taking on his god-fatherly duties."

"We don't normally talk about…those things in the magical community."

"I know. That's why I made a couple of phone calls and contacted an agency back home to help. It was the only way to ensure the Old Goat wouldn't interfere with the case."

"An agency?"

"It's…They… help u…those that need healing in a different level. We don't want to put the kid with someone that could possibly make things worse for the kid down the road."

"Speaking from experience?"

Edward stared hard at Severus, thinking deeply on his next set of words to prove his point. "I saw the results of the results of a supposed father transmutated his daughter and dog together. Let's not talk about how I later found their corpse due to a mercy killing from a serial killer. I had to take mandatory therapy sessions and then some in order to cope with what I saw. I'm still deemed unstable when I am around situations that reminds me of the four major events in my life."

"How long do you believe Black would be stable enough to have Potter in his care?"

"Varies. For now, Harry Potter stays wherever the hell he's currently at." Edward sighed, cursing everyone that put him into his current predicament.

"What the hell does that supposed to mean! Where is he!"

Edward and Severus looked over at the main entrance of the office hearing a male shouting from the other side. It only got louder as it got closer.

"You need to calm down, Sirius. We'll talk in my office."

"Wotcher. Don't make me jinx you."

"Sirius… please."

"Can we still run?" Edward whispered to Severus, hearing the doorknob jiggle, signifying someone was going to enter the room.

"I'm afraid not."

-.-

"There is a meeting at dead-man's land tomorrow for the exchange. They found the grandson of the man you are looking for."

"Long as he's able to crack the code that was supposed to be for his grandfather, I supposed that is good enough."

"Good enough, is not good enough. I am not handing over the prisoners until the code is crack and they leave us alone."

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megamanx1994 · 6 years

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Captain Falcon: The Last Mimeosome Chapter 8

Chapter 8: Battle on the Eagle (Disclaimer! I own nothing of SSB or Xenoblade X!) There was a meeting with all B.L.A.D.E soldiers. “So that’s the basics of it,” I said, “We land on the Father Eagle, take these explosives, then trigger them to explode.” “We’ll split into 3 groups and take each section, that way we can get the task done faster,” said Colleen, “Then we take on Yellow Devil.” Alexa came out with a new remade skell. “Alexa and I have also been working on the skell weapons, and made some new ones out of scratch,” I said, “Now they’ll be able to float higher than before, and with enough power, we’ll land right on top of the battleship.” “Nicholas, are you sure this is gonna work?” asked Yelv, “What if it doesn’t?” “It will work,” said Alexa as she jumped out of the cockpit, “I’m 95% sure it’ll work.” “95%?” asked Yelv, “Well the other 5%?” “The skells fall,” said Alexa, “But they won’t be damaged or anything.” “She’s right,” I said, “A 95% is still an A as far as I’m concerned.” “I can live with that,” said Gwin, “I haven’t gotten a 95% before but its not a bad thing.” “You heard the man,” said Irina, “Stop suckin’ your thumbs and let’s light this candle!” Everyone cheered. I then made a call to Korra to get her friends ready for battle. Warriors from Smoke+Mirrors As a child you would wait And watch from far away But you always knew that you'd be the one that work while they all play In youth you'd lay awake at night and scheme Of all the things that you would change, but it was just a dream! Here we are. Don't turn away now (don't turn away) We are the warriors that built this town. Here we are. Don't turn away now (don't turn away) We are the warriors that built this town from dust. I went to the lab to get the Mark X armor and started to put it on. It was a red button that goes on a top. I pressed it and the armor started to form on me. It had an upgraded arm cannon and photon saber. “Alexa, you still got that prototype?” asked Colleen. “Yeah,” said Alexa. “Give it to me,” said Colleen. Alexa gave her a glove that could produce an energy based shield. The time will come when you'll have to rise Above the best, improve yourself Your spirit never dies Farewell, I've gone to take my throne above, Don't weep for me Cause this will be the labor of my love (my love) Here we are. Don't turn away now (don't turn away) We are the warriors that built this town Here we are. Don't turn away now (don't turn away) We are the warriors that built this town from dust. Cross morphed back into his armor and got ready for battle training with Elma. “I won’t let those guys anywhere near B.L.A.D.E,” said Cross, “I can take them down with one swoop.” “That’s good concentration Cross,” said Elma as she smiled, “But don’t take on more than you can chew.” “Got it,” said Cross. Here we are, don't turn away now (don't turn away) We are the warriors that built this town Here we are, don't turn away now (don't turn away) We are the warriors that built this town from dust Preparations were complete and we started to fly off. “Good luck soldiers,” said Nagi, “And God Speed.” Cross caught up with me. “Getting’ use to the flying mechanics I see,” I said. “Most def,” said Cross, “This is awesome!” We were getting closer to the battleship. “Ok everyone this is it,” I said, “On the count of three, we take the skells and jump on the Father Eagle!” I said. Everyone in skells started to get ready. “1, 2, 3!” I said, “JUMP!” They all jumped. One by one the skells started to land on the battleship. Alexa was the last one to jump. “I made it,” she said. “Now let’s get cracking,” I said. I started to fly in. Bexley saw us coming. “Time to destroy B.L.A.D.E,” he said, “Soldiers move!” C.H.A.O.S soldiers in armor started coming out. “Let’s take them down!” I said. Cross, Colleen and I started moving in. Colleen jumped down and fought off the soldiers with her new shield. Irina’s team was handling C.H.A.O.S soldier as they made their way to their said location.

She was more skilled in hand to hand combat than ever before. As she kept fighting, her hands started to have fire. “I don’t know what this is,” said Coleen, “But it could be useful.” I was shooting down C.H.A.O.S mechs to the ground. One soldier had me on his sights and was about to fire. Someone shot an earth attack at him and he fell. It was Korra. She bought along Mako, Bolin, Opal, and Asami. “Hope you don’t mind if we crash the party,” she said. “The more the merrier!” said Colleen, “Let’s hussle!” The C.H.A.O.S soldiers were no match for Colleen thanks to the training she took with Elma. Elma was in her skell cutting down enemies like a knife through hot butter. Cross was lending a hand. He got out his assault rifle and fired. He was doing barrel rolls and dodges to avoid enemy fire. He kicked one soldier in the face. “We’re almost in position,” said Cross. Elma was about to move foreward but something was holding her skell back. It was Bexley. “Did you miss me?” he asked. “Let her go!” said Cross. Bexley grabbed him using the labranyum and threw him at Elma. She fell out of the skell and was holding on to the edge. Cross got back up and started to fight him. Bexley evaded each of the swings he did with the Photon saber. “Well, I gotta hand it to you Cross, you’re a bigger pain in the neck than I would’ve ever thought possible,” he said. Cross tried to kick him but he stopped him. He then pushed him to the side and grabbed something to use as a weapon with the labranyum. “I consider myself an even tempered man, it takes a lot to get under my skin,” said Bexley, “But congratulations; you won a solid gold trophy.” Elma saw he was in trouble and started to get back up. Colleen, Alexa, and I made it to our said location and started to plant the bomb. “Bomb is set,” I said, “Let’s get outta here before….” Someone fired at us. It was Agent Zero. “Going somewhere?” he asked. He got out his double bladed photon saber. Colleen summoned her shield and I got out my photon saber. Alexa got out her spear. “I will not let you interfere with the mission,” said Zero. “If you carry on with this, B.L.A.D.E will die, and people will get killed,” said Colleen, “I can’t allow this to happen.” Zero was still in his fighting stance. “Don’t make me do this,” said Colleen. He charged up to her and I blocked his attack. The three of us started fighting him. Despite him being outnumbered he was able to handle his own. Cross was still battling Bexley. “I hope you aren’t getting tired already,” he said, “That’s a damn shame, cause I’m just getting warmed up!” He summoned the particles to him and formed a giant. “Let me show you what I’m truly made of. Rock made it to the fight. “Another one of Wiley’s punkers,” he said. He got out his arm cannon and joined the fight. Bexley started attacking and they started avoiding the attacks. Elma grabbed one of her pistols and started to fire. Link and Saria were fighting off C.H.A.O.S soldiers. Link was amazed at Saria’s airbending skills. “You’re strong,” he said. “I know,” said Saria. Two soldiers had their guns trained on Link. “Alright pipsqueak,” said one of them, “Drop your weapon and we might let you live.” That pissed him off. “WHO YOU CALLIN’ A PIPSQUEAK?!” he said. He pummeled them both. Irina and Gwin saw that Elma was in trouble. “Hold on Colonel!” said Irina. She and Gwin went to help but Bexley pinned them down in traps. He then started to try and tear Gwin’s skell apart. “Oh shit,” he said. Cross noticed that some of the labranyum was falling to the ground. “Wait a minute….” He said, “That’s it!” He went around saving all of his friends from the labranyum trap. “New plan guys, don’t worry about the mask,” said Cross, “Focus on the labranyum, and it’ll fall off the battleship.” “Now that’s a plan!” said Rock, “Let’s do it!” Elma jumped on Cross’s back. “I’ll guide you,” said Elma. “Got it El,” said Cross. “I’ll cover!” said Rock. He shot a smokescreen ball. Bexley got to higher ground. Cross was flying near him. He started to attack. “Up!” said Elma. Cross flew up. “Ready…… NOW!” said Elma. Cross started flying down and punching the labranyum. It started to fall off the ship. Gwin and Irina did their part and fought off the labranyum material. We were still battling Zero. “Don’t do this Zero!” said Colleen, “We’re your friends!” “You’re not my friends,” he said, “You’re my mission!” I started slashing at him and managed to break his saber in half. He kept coming at me. Colleen whacked him with her energy shield. Zero then started to fire at her. Alexa grabbed the explosives and was running to the location, but was stopped by C.H.A.O.S soldiers. “I know you think you have me outnumbered,” said Alexa, “But I’m stronger than I look.” She shot a burst grenade and blinded them all and kicked their asses with the help of her skell. She could remotely control it. While the skell was keeping the soldiers busy, she made her way to the detonator. Cross was still fighting Yellow Devil using all his skills he learned to take it down. Everybody was doing their part in helping Cross. Bexley had enough and caught him in a hold. “This ends NOW!” he said. He summoned more labranyum to attack. Something was wrong. “You’re out of Labranyum,” said Elma. Cross broke free. “No matter,” said Bexley, “I can still take you and all of B.L.A.D.E down.” “Don’t be so sure,” said a voice. Bexley looked behind him to see Nagi. “Nagi,” he said, “Have you come to apologize, to save my soul.” “I’ve come back to stop you,” said Nagi, “From what you’re becoming.” “Its too late for that,” said Bexley, “You knew that I was still alive, but when the building started to collapse on me, what did you do? Nothing!” He got out his sword and Nagi got out his. “Let’s end this,” said Bexley, “Once and for all.” He attacked ferociously and Nagi kept avoiding the attacks. “Is that all you got?” asked Nagi as he grinned. “Oh I’ve got more than that,” said Bexley as he attacked again. Nagi bended and jumped over. “Whoa!” said Cross watching, “For somebody his age he can sure move!” “I have failed you Bexley, and I’m sorry for that,” said Nagi. “Oh I’m sure you are,” said Bexley, “But not as sorry as you’re gonna be when I take everything from you.” He pointed his sword at Nagi. “It’s a good thing you’re here,” said Bexley, “Because now you’re going to watch everything you created be destroyed, then its your turn.” They kept fighting. “The war is over, B.L.A.D.E will soon be dead, and once I’ve killed you, you’ll be nothing but a memory,” said Bexley. “Wrong,” said Nagi, “The war for peace has just begun.” Alexa set the charges. “Timber!” she said as she pressed the button. The battleship started to lose altitude. “Its over Bexley, you’ve lost,” said Nagi. “I may not be able to destroy B.L.A.D.E hq, but at least I can kill its secretary!” He charged at Nagi and plunged his sword through him. But something was wrong. Nagi wasn’t phased. As it turns out he was a ghost. “See you around kid,” said Nagi as he started to disappear. Nagi was still back at base and opened his eyes. “Its over,” he said as he smiled. Elma, Cross, and Irina had their guns trained on him. “You’re under arrest Bexley,” said Doug. Bexley saw an escape chopper. “Another day Doug,” he said, “Another day.” He ran and jumped in it. “Let him go,” said Doug, “He’s not worth it.” We started to evacuate and I saw Zero stuck. I jumped down to help him. “Nicholas no!” said Colleen. “I gotta help him!” I said. Colleen joined me. I helped him out. “You know me Connor,” I said. “NO I DON’T!” said Zero as he punched me. “Whoever did this to you has brainwashed you to make you forget us!” I said, “Deep down you have to know who your friends are!” “LIAR!” said Zero. He grabbed me by the neck. “If I go down you’re going with me!” he said. Colleen tackled him and they started fighting. “Nobody attacks my friend like that!” said Colleen, “I swear, those bastards will pay for what they did.” Zero punched her and she blocked. Fire started to erupt in her hands. She blew a punch super hard and fire formed around it forming a falcon. She then had him pinned. “No matter what happens, I’m here for you,” she said. Those words started to ring in his head. Part of the ship fell off and we all fell. Cross scopped Elma up bridal style and they flew off. Zero swam up from the debris and carried us both to safety. I woke up in a hospital bed next to Colleen. And my robotic arm was busted. Again. There were interviews with Secretary Nagi about the near destruction of B.L.A.D.E. Many of the C.H.A.O.S soldiers were arrested or missing in action. Although we completed the mission there was still so much left to be done. I kept training with the X armor while Luna and Alexa were working on more skell weaponry. Elma was also interviewed about thee information. Later we were staring out into the sky. I saw Cross being congratulated for all of his hard work. “Looks like he’s made his mark on B.L.A.D.E community,” I said. I walked up to him. “So, you enjoying yourself?” Elma asked. “You bet,” said Cross. “Oh, I almost forgot,” I said, “This thing has a collection of all the stuff you’ve missed since you were in that stasis pod.” I gave him a list. “I’ll keep this in mind,” said Cross. “Give me a sec to fill out some more information, and we can continue training,” said Elma, “I think you’ll be in for a big surprise.” She gave him a hug. As soon as she left I turned to Cross. “So you think you’ll be on you’re a-game in a week?” I asked. “Yeah, why?” asked Cross. “Well, a little birdie got you nominated to take the skell liscence exam,” I said, “She convinced Vandham that you were ready and he couldn’t agree more.” He smiled. “But I totally understand if you wanna take some time to rest,” I said. “Thanks,” said Cross, “……So when do we start?” I grinned. Thunder from Evolve Just a young gun with a quick fuse I was uptight, wanna let loose I was dreaming of bigger things And wanna leave my old life behind Not a yes-sir, not a follower Fit the box, fit the mold Have a seat in the foyer, take a number I was lightning before the thunder Thunder, thunder Thunder, thun-, thunder Thun-thun-thunder, thunder, thunder Thunder, thun-, thunder Thun-thun-thunder, thunder Thunder, feel the thunder Lightning then the thunder Thunder, feel the thunder Lightning then the thunder Thunder, thunder Thunder Kids were laughing in my classes While I was scheming for the masses Who do you think you are? Dreaming 'bout being a big star They say you're basic, they say you're easy You're always riding in the back seat Now I'm smiling from the stage while You were clapping in the nosebleeds Thunder Thunder, thun-, thunder Thun-thun-thunder, thunder, thunder Thunder, thun-, thunder Thun-thun-thunder, thunder Thunder, feel the thunder Lightning then the thunder Thunder, feel the thunder Lightning then the thunder Thunder Thunder, feel the thunder Lightning then the thunder, thunder Thunder, feel the thunder Lightning then the thunder, thunder Thunder, feel the thunder Lightning then the thunder, thunder Thunder, feel the thunder (Never give up, never give up) Lightning then the thunder, thunder (Never give up on your dreams) Thunder, feel the thunder (Never give up, never give up) Lightning then the thunder, thunder (Never give up on your dreams) Thunder, thunder, thun-, thunder Thun-thun-thunder, thunder Thunder, thunder, thun-, thunder Thun-thun-thunder, thunder Thunder, thunder, thun-, thunder Thun-thun-thunder, thunder Thunder, thunder, thun-, thunder Thun-thun-thunder, thunder CROSS WILL RETURN………. Meanwhile, Dr. Light’s old pal Dr. Wiley was meeting with other scientists. “I don’t think its safe to do this in secret anymore,” said one of his comrades, “If S.M.A.S.H discovers that we’re working for C.H.A.O.S….” “Two sides of a coin that is no longer currency,” said Wiley, “What we have is worth more than they know, and we’ve just discovered the tip of the iceberg.” He was looking at Comet’s scepter. which fell from Mewni. “We can keep the captain and her friends off our tail with our secret work,” said Dr. Wiley, “And then… we will release them.” He was pointing to two test subject who were enhanced by the scepter’s power. One could conduct lightning and move fast. The other could manipulate and control some kind of neon gas. “This is no longer a world of spies, nor heroes,” said Wiley, “It is a world of miracles!”

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