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p style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;""NOOOOOO!" br /Darkiplier screamed as he was ripped from reality, desperately trying to cling to what little strength he had left there. But all his efforts amounted to nothing. He was back in the void of thought, where all he could do was watch as Mark took his date to the ice cream shop. Watching the two of them talk so calmly to each other, even after the horror they had just witnessed made his stomach twist with anger. He let out another cry of rage, and his form twisted and changed. Mark's face disappeared from his features for a moment and his true form flickered into exposure. br /"What the bloody hell is going on over there?" The voice that called through the void was deep and slurred, and Dark recognized it instantly. He twisted his neck, and the facade of Markiplier quickly returned to his frame. He turned, and pulled at the lapels of his suit jacket straight as an eccentric figure approached him. br /"Wilford." Dark straightened his tie and nodded curtly to the figure. br /"Well, if it isn't ol' Darkiplier!" Warfstache cried with a chuckle. "Last time I saw you runnin' around here, you had a foolproof way of getting our old pal Markimoo to let you in again." The sly reporter tapped his chin in mock thoughtfulness. "By the looks of things though, it didn't turn out to well, eh?" br /Dark glared, and he felt rage building up inside of him, but he contained it. br /"I was this close." he hissed, holding up two fingers. "This close to gaining control. I had his stupid little date completely hijacked, and the idiot was going along with it, too." br /"His date, eh? Can you elaborate exactly what happened on this...emdate/em?" Warfstache asked, twirling his pink mustache around his index finger. br /Dark turned back towards their window into reality, where Markplier was, of course, making a fool of himself as he ate his ice cream. His date didn't seem to mind though. As always, no matter what that idiot did, people still loved him. Dark clenched his fists, and his form flickered again for a moment, before he turned back to face Warfstache. br /"His power comes from them." He gestured to Mark's date, who was still sitting calmly with their ice cream. "Everything that he's done, he's done because of those emfans/em of his. So I thought, why not take what makes him strongest for myself? If emhe/em won't let me in, maybe THEY will." br /"And I take it that didn't go to well?" Warfstache asked as he pulled at his suspenders. Dark pushed his hair out of his eyes, and frowned. br /"I was tHIS CLOSE," he said, his voice breaking into yells as he struggled to contain his anger. "I had them in the palm of my hand, but HE came back, and they chOSE HIM OVER ME. AGAIN." He glared down at the pair at the ice cream shop. Mark was sitting silently with a goofy grin on his face, and the date was staring straight ahead, unmoving. No doubt, Mark had just offered them another choice, perhaps to start the date over. Dark's blood ran hot just thinking about it, and he felt cracks beginning to form in his cool demeanor. "I offered tHEMbr /aNYTHING THEY WANTED. I pROMISED them tHEIR HEART'S DESIRES. But they always go running bACK to HIM." br /"You know..." Warfstache slurred, "It's not surprising. Mark knows better than to let you in, so they do too." br /Dark's mask broke for a split second at those words, and a twisted yell escaped from inside him. Warfstache waited until the glitching subsided, then continued as if nothing had happened. br /"But me," he grinned mischievously. "He's not as afraid of me as he is of you. None of them are." br /Dark laughed at that; a low, sinister sound that echoed around them in the void. br /"They really should be," he said, a cool smile playing across his stolen face. br /"Now, I know that, and you know that," Warfstache agreed. "But THEY don't know that, do they?" he pointed out, wiggling his eyebrows. The two of them looked back through to reality, where Mark was starting his date all over again. "Now," Warfstache continued. "I have an idea that may be just what we need...and I've already got several of the others on board." br /Dark cocked his head /"Who do you have in mind?"br /"Bim Trimmer and Doctor Iplier want in, and Google's considering it. And that's just the beginning! Everyone can benefit from this! Especially you." br /Dark regarded the proposal thoughtfully. Wilford Warfstache wasn't the most stable of individuals, but he was powerful. He would likely prove to be a useful /"What exactly is your plan?" Dark asked. Warfstache grinned. br /"Oh, just you wait, Darkimoo!" He stretched out his suspenders with the tips of his thumbs, and his grin widened. "It's gonna be emrevolutionary/em."/p
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p style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"If you have suggestions for what Markiplier characters to include in this fic, let me know by either sending me a review or following me on tumblr ironwoman359 and sending me an ask. I have plans for Darkiplier, Warfstache, and Googleplier for sure, but I'm open to more ideas. Thanks for reading!/p
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p style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;""NOOOOOO!" br /Darkiplier screamed as he was ripped from reality, desperately trying to cling to what little strength he had left there. But all his efforts amounted to nothing. He was back in the void of thought, where all he could do was watch as Mark took his date to the ice cream shop. Watching the two of them talk so calmly to each other, even after the horror they had just witnessed made his stomach twist with anger. He let out another cry of rage, and his form twisted and changed. Mark's face disappeared from his features for a moment and his true form flickered into exposure. br /"What the bloody hell is going on over there?" The voice that called through the void was deep and slurred, and Dark recognized it instantly. He twisted his neck, and the facade of Markiplier quickly returned to his frame. He turned, and pulled at the lapels of his suit jacket straight as an eccentric figure approached him. br /"Wilford." Dark straightened his tie and nodded curtly to the figure. br /"Well, if it isn't ol' Darkiplier!" Warfstache cried with a chuckle. "Last time I saw you runnin' around here, you had a foolproof way of getting our old pal Markimoo to let you in again." The sly reporter tapped his chin in mock thoughtfulness. "By the looks of things though, it didn't turn out to well, eh?" br /Dark glared, and he felt rage building up inside of him, but he contained it. br /"I was this close." he hissed, holding up two fingers. "This close to gaining control. I had his stupid little date completely hijacked, and the idiot was going along with it, too." br /"His date, eh? Can you elaborate exactly what happened on this...emdate/em?" Warfstache asked, twirling his pink mustache around his index finger. br /Dark turned back towards their window into reality, where Markplier was, of course, making a fool of himself as he ate his ice cream. His date didn't seem to mind though. As always, no matter what that idiot did, people still loved him. Dark clenched his fists, and his form flickered again for a moment, before he turned back to face Warfstache. br /"His power comes from them." He gestured to Mark's date, who was still sitting calmly with their ice cream. "Everything that he's done, he's done because of those emfans/em of his. So I thought, why not take what makes him strongest for myself? If emhe/em won't let me in, maybe THEY will." br /"And I take it that didn't go to well?" Warfstache asked as he pulled at his suspenders. Dark pushed his hair out of his eyes, and frowned. br /"I was tHIS CLOSE," he said, his voice breaking into yells as he struggled to contain his anger. "I had them in the palm of my hand, but HE came back, and they chOSE HIM OVER ME. AGAIN." He glared down at the pair at the ice cream shop. Mark was sitting silently with a goofy grin on his face, and the date was staring straight ahead, unmoving. No doubt, Mark had just offered them another choice, perhaps to start the date over. Dark's blood ran hot just thinking about it, and he felt cracks beginning to form in his cool demeanor. "I offered tHEMbr /aNYTHING THEY WANTED. I pROMISED them tHEIR HEART'S DESIRES. But they always go running bACK to HIM." br /"You know..." Warfstache slurred, "It's not surprising. Mark knows better than to let you in, so they do too." br /Dark's mask broke for a split second at those words, and a twisted yell escaped from inside him. Warfstache waited until the glitching subsided, then continued as if nothing had happened. br /"But me," he grinned mischievously. "He's not as afraid of me as he is of you. None of them are." br /Dark laughed at that; a low, sinister sound that echoed around them in the void. br /"They really should be," he said, a cool smile playing across his stolen face. br /"Now, I know that, and you know that," Warfstache agreed. "But THEY don't know that, do they?" he pointed out, wiggling his eyebrows. The two of them looked back through to reality, where Mark was starting his date all over again. "Now," Warfstache continued. "I have an idea that may be just what we need...and I've already got several of the others on board." br /Dark cocked his head /"Who do you have in mind?"br /"Bim Trimmer and Doctor Iplier want in, and Google's considering it. And that's just the beginning! Everyone can benefit from this! Especially you." br /Dark regarded the proposal thoughtfully. Wilford Warfstache wasn't the most stable of individuals, but he was powerful. He would likely prove to be a useful /"What exactly is your plan?" Dark asked. Warfstache grinned. br /"Oh, just you wait, Darkimoo!" He stretched out his suspenders with the tips of his thumbs, and his grin widened. "It's gonna be emrevolutionary/em."/p
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p style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"If you have suggestions for what Markiplier characters to include in this fic, let me know by either sending me a review or following me on tumblr ironwoman359 and sending me an ask. I have plans for Darkiplier, Warfstache, and Googleplier for sure, but I'm open to more ideas. Thanks for reading!/p
