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An Eternity In Hell (In Space With Markiplier Drabble)

The darkness had stopped eating at him ages ago. He didn’t have a time. There wasn’t really time anymore. Days didn’t start and they didn’t end. There was no morning, no coffee, no evening, no sleep.

He was getting close to being finished. He knew they would be here soon, and that the moment would finally arrive. All the times - the only time, again and again - that he’d seen them arrive. Called out to them only to see their shocked expression melt into nothingness and blue light. Every time - the only time - they were gone in an instant.

He’d been desperate to leave at first. Clawing at the door and banging away at the controls, pulling at panels and, every single time they arrived, he’d jolt toward them, desperate to pull them close and have some kind of comfort again. But still, every time, they slipped out of his reach, and he’d be alone again.

After a while, he ended up curled up in one of the corners. He was utterly alone, and he couldn’t make himself see why he should bother getting up. Moving. He didn’t eat. He didn’t sleep. He didn’t feel like he was aging. He didn’t feel anything at all but the endless exhaustion and terror, the cold floors.

He ran through every endless life then. Every death - jettisoned, suffocated, shot, frozen, burned alive, detonated, stretched beyond physical limitations, eaten, smashed - all of them played out over and over and over again. Sometimes he could feel his bones, old and brittle, and the slowing of his movements. He could see a cafe at the end of everything, getting darker and emptier as the stars around it winked into blackness. 

Every single time, they were there. They led the charge. They send him into danger. They met him at the table. 

They decided. Time after time after time after time, for all time, they decided. 

And it all ended in misery. 

No more. 

He moved, finally. He stood, and pulled panels from the walls. Pulled circuits. Found the emergency tool stash and started building. Rewired the controls to feed into the central hub. Crafted the designs from memory, painstakingly, with aching hands that never got any rest. 

Still they showed up. Again and again, and every time, he had to stop and look. Had to call out. He couldn’t help himself. He built three soaring spires and connected them, used them as a focus and a kind of closed circuit to create a layer of shielding and containment. 

Finally it was done. It had power. It ran and its diagnostics, programmed from scratch, came through at 100% capacity. It was ready.

And there they were, right on schedule. He felt nothing and everything at once as he calmly pulled the extinguisher from the wall and took aim. 

“Hi, Captain.”

The veteran stumbled across the smoldering hub. They were battered, bruised and burned. They slumped to their knees, exhausted from the inferno that they could still feel on their skin.

The breaths they took were laboured and their vision was blurry.

“This is….” they mumbled “this is something else”

They could see a wide eyed community member huddled up in the corner, trembling in a mixture of fear and excitement.

The veteran groaned as they got up and moved to them.

“Hey” they whispered to the other community member as they crouched down, giving them a reassuring smile. “Looks like this is your first time in a fire, huh?”

The community member nodded without saying a word.

The veteran took out their med kit and tended to a small burn on their arm.

“You’ll get used to it. I promise” they showed them their own burn marks and patted the member’s shoulder. “Just rest for a minute, okay?”

They stood up and surveyed the chaos. Everything had a scorchh mark every table, chair, cork board…..and person. They could see others patting the dust off themselves, bewildered and battered but still smiling.

They helped as much as the could with their aching limbs telling them to rest. Soon they had to stop and get fresh air. They thanked a kindly member who handed them a bottle of water as they walked out to the open.

They looked out into the distance once they were outside and saw another storm brewing. Clouds turning grey with a hint of green in the far off lightning flashes.

Their thoughts turned to the one who created the carnage and they smirked.

“You’re not done with us yet. You’re just getting warmed up, aren’t you, Jack?”

Ya girl got her WKM shirt in the mail today. Surprise! It’s my face. :)

(feat. my bed, my various posters, and my Markiplier Pjorts)

wilford: i have made robot me: you fucked up a perfectly good wilford is what you did. look at it. it’s got overwhelming guilt and remorse for its actions

Do You Trust Me? Pt. 3

A/N: This is a short one, but it’s a scene I thought up while writing the first part, and I wanted to give it it’s own time to shine instead of shortening it so I could add in another plot point.

Link to Pt. 2: http://skinnyscottishblokeaddict.tumblr.com/post/155686403892/do-you-trust-me-pt-2

Link to Pt. 1: http://skinnyscottishblokeaddict.tumblr.com/post/155650933267/pizsospa-cmon-little-dude-you-can-trust-me

"You're a good man, Jack." Your voice was very quiet, but sudden and jarring in the silence that'd elapsed. Jack looked down at you, surprised to find that you were awake, and was quiet for a moment before replying. "Thanks. Though, technically, I'm not a man at all." He looked back up at the...sky. Ceiling. Thing. You frowned a little and sat up, stretching and wiping your face. "What're you talking about?"

"Well, it's like I said," Jack stretched a little as well, but stayed flat. "I'm a persona. Sean's the man. I'm just part of a man." He glanced over with a smirk and half a laugh. "And don't ask which part." "Seriously though," you said, smacking his good arm. though you supposed now it didn't matter. "You seem like a person to me. And to the fandom." "They don't separate us. They shouldn't, I guess. No one who hasn't been here knows it exists, so there's no reason for them to separate us. I'm not him, though," He insisted, sitting up. "Technically, I don't exist. I'm just...code. Videos and comments and tweets and tumblr posts. And I can only remember back to when the channel was created. I didn't exist before that." "You don't have any of Sean's memories?" "I'm aware of them," he shrugged. "I know about Ireland and the cabin and Signe and all that. But...they're not mine. His life isn't mine." You frowned a little at his tone. He didn't sound sad, or bitter. He just sounded...resigned. But he shook it off and smiled. "And our personalities are a bit different. I think if you met him in person, it'd be very different to meeting me. I don't think he's quite as loud." "But you still act like a person," you insisted. "You can think and talk and feel and all that stuff. You may not 'have' Ireland and Signe, but you've got your own memories. I mean, Sean's never seen this place. He's never met me." Jack was staring off, not really focusing on anything. He was quiet for a long moment, then spoke with much less enthusiasm than before. "I am what I am. And I'm happy with what I am." You shook your head and stood up. "Alright. I'm not sure I believe you, but say what you want, I guess. You're a good man to me, though. A whole, real, and very good man." "Maybe I'm a good program," he smiled, following your lead and getting to his feet. "Ready to keep moving? We've got someone to see." "Yeah. Yeah, I think I'm good. Let's go."

It didn't take as long as you'd expected it to to get down the mountain as you'd expected it to. Or maybe it just didn't feel like a long time, as you spent all of it reminiscing with Jack. A heavy conversation like that was a bit much for both of you, so you chatted about videos that'd been happy and light. You talked about the early episodes of Undertale, and about Trico being adorable. Jack did his Arstotzka accent and you pretended to be trying to get in with a bad passport, which Jack caught you out on because "Who's last name is 'McTits'?" Eventually, you landed on Happy Wheels, and giggled when Jack jumped off a short ledge yelling "I AM STEEEEVE!" You laughed even harder when he landed on his ass. "No segwey, no helmet! You're an imposter!" And then he called you something that made you laugh so hard you couldn't breathe. It was a good time, surreal, but good. In no time at all, there was a door in front of you. But it wasn't made of code. It was an actual door, which was both reassuring and intimidating. "So you never did say, who are we talking to?" Jack, for once in his life, was happily silent as he invited you to open the door. Shooting him a feigned (mostly) suspiscious look, you stepped up to it, but listened for a second first. You were immediately smiling and shoving Jack. "YOU DOUCHEBAG! I LOVE YOU BUT YOU UTTER DICKHEAD!" "Just open the fucking door," he laughed. You turned, wanting to just swing it open and hug the man behind it, but, so as not to look insane, you opened it slowly.

"But thank you everybody so much for watching, and as always, I will see you, in the next video. Buh-bye!"

WHAT IN THIS GODFORSAKEN WORLD COULD POSSIBLY BE ANY CREEPIER THAN SEEING FUCKING DARKIPLIER DOING THAT AS HE WALKS TOWARD YOU IN A DARK HALLWAY LIKE

WHAT THE FUCK

Important Question That Needs Answering:

Can the Markiplier Egos do The Foot Thing™

Okay so I wasn’t super far off with this! That’s nice! I even guessed the encounter with Actor Mark, though I had no idea it was going ot be in that cool of a context. I think instead of it being about the line between life and death, it was more focused on the line between reality and experience, with life and death as an underlying issue. We were lost in a way, but not in the house, not in the literal sense that I expected.

It was amazingly cool to see the spiral into madness from inside Damien’s head. That was something I wasn’t expecting, but I’m so glad about, and that could only have been done with animation. Well done everyone involved!

LAST MINUTE THEORY LET’S GO

Okay, so in the last 90 minutes before the video comes out, let’s discuss what we know so far.

DAMIEN is the story of everyone’s favorite unfortunate mayor POST-Who Killed Markiplier. Now this immediately brings up two questions: Are we following Actor Mark in Damien’s body, Damien in the DA’s body as he becomes Dark, or a combination of the two? My guess is that we’re following Damien, but we’ll encounter Mark, and/or we’ll watch Damien spiral out of control obsessed with finding him.

From what we’ve seen so far, Damien is wandering in the woods. Are we just outside of the House? Are we lost? (I say we because there’s got to be some element of the DA in Dark, which might be why he’s so unsettling.) As seen in the little teaser clip here on tumblr, and in the audio from Twitter, Damien is questioning what to do next, who he is now and why he’s still here. The lines between life and death have blurred for him, but not to the extent that they have for Wil. I think this is going to be what causes him to spiral, this need to finish Actor Mark but not knowing if it’s possible because to them, no death is final.

Final thoughts: I’m in love with the fact that this is an animated project. I’m also curious as to whether we’re going to run into Wil. I’m also also enjoying the pre-premiere chat full of memes and singing.

LET’S GOOOOOOO

Ohhhh FUCK I was NOT ready for that “01″ at the start of the timer today.

okay but every face in this image shows a different emotion. some versions of mark are just shocked to see you - they might even be excited. the mark in the bottom left looks scared of you. the mark on the right side of the core looks upset.

and the mark at the control panel looks cold, and done with you.

this scene feels powerful to me for some reason??

idk just the thought of mark not giving up on building the warp core and spending the endless time doing it

just hits me right in the feels

this.

this makes perfect sense.

this is literally my theory and even i kinda doubt it but like

i see similarities