Hi you guys! I decided to take on a challenge and create a crossover fanfiction; I also decided on basing this fic off Markiplier's commentary while he was playing the Five Night's at Freddy's games. I heard there was a Five Night at Freddy's movie in the works. To be honest, I would actually enjoy Markiplier being a night guard and even though the movie is supposed to be terrifying, it'd be funny to have Markiplier spaz like he did in his videos. So a quick disclaimer: I do NOT OWN Five Night's at Freddy's or the sequels to that game and I don't own Markiplier. (Though don't you wish you could *Eyebrow Wiggle*)
I played this off the Markiplier quote: "…If I didn't wannna stay the first night why would I stay any more than five?! Why would I stay any more than two?" Well Markiplier here's your answer. :P
Signing Off: The Sunflower Seed
This was not good. The young adult standing in front of his apartment door read an eviction notice.
EVICTION NOTICE:
To Mark Fischbach of Suite 212:
You have one week to pay the total of $100 in utility bills and rent.
If you do not pay by Saturday April 1, 2016 at 7:00 am, we will be forced to clean out your apartment and get the court involved for the unpaid costs.
Mark was frustrated and in complete shock. He didn't know how to really combat this situation. This was completely new. It was actually expected really, shortly after moving into the apartment complex, Mark lost his job at the electronics store because of some lay backs. They were going through harsh times and it sucked receiving that pink slip.
With a heavy defeated sigh, Mark combed his fingers through his black locks of hair and stared at the eviction notice.
'Great, where am I going to get that kind of money from?' Looking down at his feet once then back at the door, he swiped his hands at the notice and ripped it right off the white door. He really didn't have time for this. Crumpling it into a ball, Mark walked into his apartment. It was sometimes nice to be home alone but right at this moment, it wasn't so great.
Mark flopped onto the couch, having yesterday's paper crunched under his butt. He let his hand fish under his butt to find the accursed media source and yanked it out with a triumphant, "AHA!" Opening the pages, he looked for the help wanted. He didn't want to look in the newspaper for a job but it was the only thing he can do so he didn't get kicked out on the street in a week or so. Most of it was bland jobs in which he didn't qualify for some of the special requirements.
"Well this sucks! How the hell am I supposed to get a job if I can't even get to their level in business…thing?" He skimmed a bit more and flipped to the next page expecting to find failure.
Instead, there was a bright and colorful add saying: Do you want to be the new face of Fazbear's Pizza? Apply for the security job as the security guard! Time is from midnight to six a.m. Apply today! Call at (555) 555-4444.
This was an odd ad to say the least. Mark had a mental debate in his head for a moment.
'Should I really take the job?'
'Of course you do! You're about to be evicted ya moron!' The voice yelled inside his head and Mark shook his head at how loud that usually itty bitty voice was shrieking at him. A lot of people called the tiny voice Darkiplier but Mark just thinks it's his conscious. With a grim face he bitterly bit back, 'Well I don't want to stay up for six hours straight!'
'Bitch please! You stayed up longer making Youtube videos. Oh before I disappear into the back of your head, do you remember the restaurant?'
'No not really.'
'I'll pop up some other time then. Peace out!'
'Yeah peace out.' Mark deadpanned as he looked at the ad and decided to call the owner of the pizzeria. He looked around for his cell phone. He checked by putting his hands on his ass to feel for his cell phone, hoping it was in his back pocket.
Nope not there.
Looking wildly around the apartment and by wildly the narrator means he was running around like a headless chicken. He flapped his arms in panic, jumped on a recliner, tipped it over and dashed to the kitchen counter. The distressed Youtuber ran around and started tossing off every item on the counter for the damn phone!
You name it: bread, bills, letters, garbage, and other miscellaneous things were picked up and thrown behind him, smashing against the pantry door. Mark didn't care at this moment; he needed to call Freddy Fazbear's Pizza! Get the job for at least a week to pay the damn bills and not get evicted!
Storming out of the kitchen, Mark ran into the bathroom next and did the same performance he did in the kitchen. Toothpaste splattered against the walls opposite of Mark. He'd clean that up later. He checked himself out in the mirror for a couple more minutes. His red flannel was all disheveled from his journey to find his phone (it was proving fruitless.) Flashing himself a grin, Mark dashed out of the bathroom into his recording studio/bedroom. He threw mounds of laundry everywhere around the room, laundry draping itself over his chair, the bed post, computer screen, and the door handle.
Just when he was about to give up and go to a payphone to call the stupid restaurant…
I'm bringin' sexy back
Them other fuckers don't know how to act
Girl, let me make up for all the things you lack
Because you're burning up, I got to get it fast
(Take it to the bridge)
His cellphone was in his pocket.
"HOW?!" Mark yelled. Seriously? He totally forgot to check his flannel pockets. Smacking himself in the face, the distraught young adult read the Caller I.D. Telemarketers. These guys never left him alone.
'At least they aren't bill collectors. I'd be in deep shit.' Hitting the volume button so the call would be ignored, Mark went back out to the living room to grab the ad and skimmed over the help wanted section one more time for a potential job as a dishwasher but he only qualified for the security guard's job.
With a sigh, Mark turned on his phone and started dialing the restaurant's phone number.
Sorry for the short fic. I got to get up early tomorrow for work and I had a few stressful days so far. I'm not giving up on my job. So my fics may be delayed with updating but I really like this fic idea! R&R please! I'll have a fun poll up to tell me who you would like to see be a part of the FNAF movie as the security guard. Goodnight guys! (Song is Sexy Back by Justin Timberlake. Don't own that song either!)
