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Hearts and Heroes

Summary: Fans and YouTubers from all around the world come together to help fight against a great evil that invades everyone’s dreams, known as the Terrorlings. Join Brandy and her team as they team up to help fight the Leader of the Terrorlings and help save their friend and mentor, Markiplier.

This is based on the fan-made game in the Markiplier Community known as Hearts and Heroes.

TW: Mild Gore, Violence, Fran Bow Game, Hospital, Asylum, Nightmares, Anxiety, Mention of depression

Guest Staring: @weirdmixofweirdness as Nora Weird

Chapter 1: Dream Warrior

(Brandy’s House)

Brandy sat at her computer wiping tears from her face from laughing so hard, as the video of Markiplier Makes Pancakes wrapped up. She was so glad the Markiplier Makes video ended up in her Recommended. After a busy weekend like this, it was nice to sit back and just relax a bit. That and Brandy really needed the laugh. Her lacrosse practice didn’t go so well, but she was starting to feel a bit better now. After getting ready for the night and turning off her computer. Brandy headed off to bed ready for some goodnight sleep. Not knowing the adventure that awaits her.

(The Manson):

When Brandy woke up, she found herself lying on a - couch? That didn’t make any sense. Why would she be on a couch? Looking around, Brandy realized that she wasn’t’ in her house anymore. She was in someone else’s home, but where? Brandy got up and decided to explore, maybe she can find someone and get to the bottom of this.

The more Brandy explored the house the more it seemed familiar to her somehow. She just couldn’t put her finger on it, but Brandy knew this place looked familiar to her. It wasn’t until she came across a hallway full of portraits but the faces looked like a giant ex was painted on them.

A portrait of a Chef. “I thought I told you to stay outta my Kitchen!” A portrait of a Butler. “The Master will be so displeased!” A portrait of a Woman in a Fortune-teller Room. “I won’t force this on you. You have a choice.” A portrait of a Mayor. “Life is our’s to choose.” A portrait of a Colonel. “Life needs a bit of madness.” And a portrait of an Actor. “Life is to live it to the fullest.”

*Same snake, different skin.*

Brandy entered the Kitchen and didn’t find anyone, but wait? Is that? Brandy goes over to the Island where a tiny box is sitting and smiling at her. “Huh? No way! Tiny Box Tim!”

“Hiya!” Tiny Box Time greeted.

Then there was a flash of light and someone else was standing in front of Brandy but was behind Tiny Box Tim. “Well, hey there, Tiny Box Tim. How’s my little biscuit doing? Thanks for notifying me that she’s here!”

“Huh? Whoa! You’re Markiplier!”

“Hi. Listen, I know you have a lot of questions and I’ll try to explain everything as best as I can. But right now, we need to get someplace safe.”

“Someplace safe? I don’t understand. Aren’t I just dreaming?”

“You are. I am too. It’s a bit complicated and I promise that I’ll explain everything, as best as I can.” Mark held out his hand, palm up, gesturing for Brandy to take the first step.

“Um, okay.”

(Markiplier Hub)

Brandy stepped forward next to Mark and the next thing that Brandy knew. She, Mark and Tiny Box Tim was all being teleported somewhere. “Whoa. Okay, feeling a little dizzy. Okay, now can I know where I am?”

“Yeah, it takes a little getting used too. And to answer your question, this is basically, home base for people like us. You, me, and many others were chosen to fight against the Terrorlings.” Mark started to explain.

“The what?” Brandy asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Hear me out on this, alright? I’ll try to explain as best as I can. Terrorlings are basically dream-like demons that feed off negative emotions. Anger, jealousy, grief, sadness, anxiety, uncertainty, and fear. They can only affect people’s dreams as of right now, but the damage they can cause is very real. And if they grow strong enough, I'm afraid their darkness will begin to seep into the awaking world.”

“That doesn’t sound good!” Brandy said getting a little on edge. She can only imagine what that might be like.

“Yeah, it’s definitely not good. But that’s why we’re here to help. This is the Hub or as some people like to call it the Markihub.”

Brandy gave one of her, “Yeah, right” looks at that. “So, what do we do here?”

“Well, people here train for battling the Terrorlings. They can also gather supplies and meet up with their teammates before missions. Then, when the third shift bell rings, a portal will open to take you to the person that needs to be saved. Speaking of, there’s the first bell! You’ve still got a lot to do, but I’ll help you get up to speed. Follow me to the training room.”

Brandy followed Mark to the Training Room, and her mouth fell open. The Training Room looked more like a dojo! Training Dummies were set up, different training weapons, and protections when using real weapons during training. And so many other people were also training as well. Brandy partnered up with Mark and he showed Brandy the ropes that will be her in her first mission. After some time, Mark said that Brandy wasn’t too bad for the first in training and showed her the Army. Mark stayed outside, claiming that the guy in there made him a bit uneasy.

“Good evening ladies and gentlemen, reader and all other configurations of being, my name is Wilford Warfstache and this is my weapon shop! I’m in charge of very sharp objects. Ready to choose your class? Wilford Warfstache takes no crap from anybody!” Wilford told Brandy.

“My class?” Brandy asked, confused.

Wilford then went on to explain the different classes that people here in the dream world can take. The different weapons they will have and the different training opportunities as well. But Brandy had to choose carefully. It was first to come first serve and all sales final after that! Brandy decided on Warrior since that’s what she would normally choose if this was an RPG Game.

After exploring the Markihub a bit more, trying to figure out where everything is, and the layout of the place. Brandy decided to find Mark. She’s still very confused about a lot of things, and Mark did promise that he would explain everything. Here’s hoping.

“You ready?” Mark asked.

“I think so,” Brandy said.

“Great. Now I’ll try to explain things more, especially since I promised to explain everything as best as I can. Every person has their own Terrorlings. In the dreams, they can manifest themselves into entities that are familiar to the victim. They invade the person’s head, causing the victim’s dreams to become nightmares, attacking them, and slowly eating away at their sanity. Our job is to go into their dreams and save them before the Terrorlings do too much damage.” Mark explains.

Bong.

“There isn’t much time left before the portal opens. And there’s a couple of things you need to do before heading out. Sometimes, I like to do a quick send-off before the start of a shift. It can get tough out there, so a few words of encouragement are always good. What you want to do and I’ll help show you, is to equip before you head on out. That way you’re fully prepared and have a better chance at fighting the Terrorlings.”

Brandy quickly equipped her armor and Mark showed her how to secure her sword when not in use. “Okay, I think I’m ready to go, but I still don’t know exactly what I’m going to be doing out there. I mean, I’ve hit people with a lacrosse stick before, but I never really been in a fight before.” Brandy confessed. She was really nervous about botching her first mission and completely messing it up.

“Don’t worry, new recruits face easier enemies on their first missions. Even though everyone’s dreams are different, we try to make sure no one is going in facing enemies that they can’t handle. Tonight you’re going to help a college student who’s been going through a tough time. Their adopted father has been put in jail and their classmates have been really laying it on them. They're starting to feel like a burden and their anxiety has been going through the roof, even having a few depression episodes. Here, things like anxiety can take form as Terrorlings. They start out small, but they can pile up over time and can cause some major harm. Along, with the depression episodes. The Terrorlings can probably do a lot of damage if we don’t try to help them out.”

“So, I go into someone’s dream and fight these . . . Terrorlings?” Brandy asked. Now, she was getting really nervous about this.

“Yep, and once they’ve been rescued, the exit portal will appear to take you back to the hub.”

“And . . . What if I . . . fail?” That was one of Brandy’s biggest fears. Failing. Not just failing a test or something, but actually failing someone. Failing at helping someone. Failing at something in life. Brandy prides herself at being a really good student and yes, she has a lot of sass and tries her best to be a good friend. But failing, at being a good friend, a good daughter. It always made Brandy nervous that she might not be good enough.

“You’ll do great. I know you can do it. You were chosen for a reason.”

“If you say so,” Brady says, feeling a little confident now. “Then, is it about time to start?”

“Yeah! Let’s get going!”

As the third bell was about to toll, everyone gathered at the entrance where the portal will appear. And as usual, everyone started talking among themselves, while Mark tried to get everyone’s attention. A lot of people just did this knowing that, it would annoy Mark, it was kinda a thing that everyone did every now and then.

“Okay, now that I have your attention!” Mark starts off awkwardly. “We all know why we’re here. There are dark things out there threatening the well-being of good people. But we’re here to stop them. Each and every one of us has something in your heart that can shine through that darkness and let you reach out to others. Some of you were saved, others were chosen. Chosen by what?

Well to be honest . . . I have no freaking idea. I’ve been doing this for a few years now and I still haven’t been able to figure it out. But that doesn’t mean I’m gonna stop fighting. Every night the darkness attacks, but our numbers continue to grow with every person saved. Helping people is what I’m all about. So, I’m taking this chance to do just that. I want you all to know that even though things will get rough out there, I believe in you and I know you can do it! And if it gets too much for you, just know that we’re all here for you and you can always ask for help.”

Bong.

“One more thing for the new people. You, see that heart everyone has on their sleeves? It’s the mark of a hero. Not everyone you save will have one, but if they do, it means they’ll be joining our ranks in the fight against the Terrorlings. Alright, everyone! Good Luck out there!”

The portal opened and everyone went through. Talking to themselves or giving each other a last-minute pep talk. Mark came to where Brandy was standing. “Let’s go!”

“Hang on second,” Brandy said. “You said that each person had to be saved from the Terrorlings, right?” Mark gave her a nod. “Then what about me? I wasn’t being attacked when you came and got me. I was literally in a . . . House? Mansion?”

“Well like I said, sometimes people get chosen. That’s what happened to me too. I don’t know how this works, but it’s just one of those things where you get the chance to do some good and you’ve just gotta take it.”

“I guess that makes sense. It’s kinda like donating to a charity or tutoring someone right?”

“Well, sorta. If that helps you understand a bit better.”

“Hey, man. I got enough sass on my own. I don’t need any more from you.” Brandy said, crossing her arms. “Anyway, I guess we should get going. Here goes nothing!”

“You’ve got this!”

(Oswald Asylum)

“Whoa! So, we’re in someone else’s dream right?” Brandy asked looking around. Oh, damn. Where the hell are they? Is this some kind of hospital? Great, she hated hospitals!

“Yep! We should hurry and try to find them before the Terrorlings do.”

“Are you going to stick with me through my whole shift?”

“Ah, sick of me already? I’ll stay with you for as long as I can, but I have to eventually get back to my own objectives.” Mark then looked around and suddenly his expression changed upon recognizing their surroundings. “Oh, great I know where we are.”

“Wait, you do? Where are we then?”

“This will certainly be an interesting first mission for ya.” Both Mark and Brandy suddenly heard someone scream and came, barreling down the hall. With what looked to be zombie-like skeletons chasing them. “Looks like they need our help. Let’s go!”

The person ran right by them and locked themselves in a room. The Terrorlings start to taunt and scratch at the door. Laughing and calling out to the person that was trapped in this nightmare.

“You’re Dad’s a criminal!” “He could have killed so many people just using his talent!” “He’s Dark’s puppet! And you’ll be next! You’ll be serving him, and no one will take you seriously.” “Not even the writer of this fanfic!”

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“Huh?! How did - Wait, are these guys breaking the fourth wall here?” The writer of this fanfic says to absolutely no one. “Okay, that must have been a typo! Come on, I’m not even writing Wilford, the Host, the Author, or Darkiplier in this story yet and you guys are breaking character and the fourth wall already?!”

The writer of this story goes back to what she was writing and hopes to whatever Creator Power that is out there, that there won’t be any more breaking character or the fourth wall.

I guess she doesn’t know us, characters from the Markiplier Community, too well, do she?

“I’m going to pretend that I don’t see that and will continue to write this story the way I intended on writing it”

Okay. 👼

“Thank You! Now, where was I? Oh yes. The person runs into a room locking the door behind them.”

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(Oswald Asylum)

The person ran right by them and quickly locked themselves in a room. The Terrorlings start to taunt and scratch at the door. Laughing and calling out to the person that was trapped in this nightmare.

“Hey, jerks! Over here!”

The Terrorlings turned around and their smiles grew to an ear to ear grin. They came over to where Brandy and Mark were standing and were ready to fight. Brandy quickly grabs her sword and swings it around. It was a bit heavy but it fit her perfectly as far as her body type. Mark brought his staff and was ready to kick some ass. The Terrorlings went after Brandy and Mark and the fight was on! It was three against two. Two of the Terrorlings, Brandy guests were the stronger ones, went after Mark and the Terrorling that Brandy got either wasn’t as skilled, as strong as the others or this Terrorling thought that Brandy would be slim pickings.

Brandy would be the first to admit to that she was by far any kind of fighter, but that didn’t mean that she wasn’t going down without a fight. As the fight went on, it was clear that Brandy was a newbie, but holding her own. The Terrorling did manage to get some good shots on Brandy but Brandy was able to block a lot of the Terrorling’s attacks and was able to get some shots in as well. Brandy briefly saw Mark successfully battling two Terrorlings at once, and hoped that she would be able to get to that level.

Right now, that got someone they need to save. Brandy blocked the Terrorling’s attacks and was able to get one final blow. What shocked Brandy the most was, one point the Terrorling was standing right there, then the next moment, Brandy was staring at a pile of ash. Brandy quickly went to check on Mark only to see that he as well had two piles of ash.

“The Terrorlings become ashes when defeated. Then they regenerate and go after other people here in the dream world,” Mar explained upon seeing Brandy’s shocked and confused look.

“I guess that makes sense. We should get to the person we’re trying to save.” Brandy headed to the room where they saw the person ran into.

Mark tried the door. “Locked. Hello? Anyone in there? You can come out now! We’re here to help you.” Mark tried calling out to them and even lightly, knocked on the door. No one answered.

“I think I can help with this,” Brandy said. She then pulls out a few bobby pins from her hair and quickly put them together. Then she goes over to the locked door and tries to pick the lock. It takes Brandy a few tries and luckily it’s an old fashion lock. “Walla! The door is now open!” Brandy opened the door, letting Mark go first, with a small bow. Mark just smiled and shook his head fondly.

When Mark and Brandy entered the room, both of them found the room to be completely empty besides the bare essentials. A bed, a window with the currents on the floor, and a dresser, that was it. The person who ran in here was gone. They must have ran, off somewhere, but where is the question?

Beep, beep, beep.

“Oh, sorry. I have to go now. But as I was about to say earlier I know which this is,” Mark explained after looking at his watch. “This is Fran Bow. I think once you find the person we’re looking for, and head to the end of the maze you should be good. Just be careful, and whatever you do, don’t take the red pills!”

“Will do Mark!” Brandy assured.

After Mark disappeared through the portal, Brandy decided to look around. What better way to figure out who she needs to find then look around the room she’s in. Plus, Brandy didn’t remember watching the playthrough of Fran Bow so this is completely new to her. Looking around the room (didn’t take that long) Brandy found a file of the person she was looking for.

Patient’s Name: Nora Weird

Parent/Parental Guardian: Adopted Father Author Fischbach

Case: Patient Nora Weird is the adopted daughter of the Author, one of the oldest Egos of Mark Fischbach (YouTuber Markiplier) and one of the deadliest ones. After her adopted father had been arrested and taken in by Jackieboy Man, Nora has been severally bullied. And started to show signs of possibly having the same powers as her adopted father. Patient believes that she is not “real” and is trying to find a “Creator” to use their powers to become “real.” If not treated and suppress these powers, then it is theorized that she too, will be as powerful and insane as her adopted father. Powers: Being able to write things down in a story and then narrates the story. The story and/or characters become real.

‘Oh, wow!’ That was the first thing that Brandy thought when she read that. Wait, did they just say that one of Mark’s Ego’s is her “Adopted Father?” Okay, this nightmare is more confusing than anything else. How can one of Mark’s older Egos be Nora’s adopted father? The Author isn’t real. Brandy was here in Nora’s nightmare to help her, so Nora’s a real person like her. Like Mark. Alright, so this file must be made up and is mixing things up, to try and drive Nora over.

‘Hang in there Nora. Help is on the way.’ Brandy thought to herself as she headed out of the room. Time to explore the hospital, maybe someone will be able to help her find Nora.

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