Disclaimer: I don't own Markiplier or any of his characters. I'm just borrowing them.

Dark listened intently to Wilfred's new scheme, something called Markiplier TV. He winced as the children he was surrounded by started to fight. The King had left the building after muttering something about nuts, The Host was narrating, Dr. Iplier was telling Bim he was dying, much to the annoyance of the game show host, while Googleplier was malfunctioning quite severely (Ed had given him some Moonshine before the meeting. Why was he surrounded by idiots?), and Septiplier was as always, an unwanted presence in these meetings.

But none of that was what was bothering him. No, what bothered him was seeing Mr. Perfect on the TV in front of him, laughing with his friends. Markiplier. The name left a bad taste in his mouth. He had no idea how Will could stay around him and film the shows, but he had gone off the edge of sanity after that day, so who knew what he thought. Oh, how Dark yearned to rip him apart limb from limb until he screamed in agony for what he did to them! But no. There is a time and place for everything, and it was not yet time for revenge.

Dark took a deep breath and exhaled, bringing a hand to his temple. Wilford's presentation would soon come to a close. It was a brilliant idea, one that could provide them with what they need to take care of their Markiplier problem. Using his own channel to bring him down? It was the perfect plan.

The only thing he didn't like about it was Mark. God did Dark hate him. How is it that the man was able to take everything from them, yet still live like a king? It made him sick to his stomach. Well, that and the other problem that he just knew would arise. All the Alias' would complain that their screen time was too short. Well. Surely, they would keep quite when they realized this as the way to kill Markiplier, and could finally get the retribution they deserved.

He watched as Will turned off the TV and faced him, shifting so he could see what he thought of it. He looked tired. His smile was faker than the man who made him crazy, and his eyes looked glassy. It appeared not all was well with the man, and judging by the concerned look Dr. Iplier was giving him Dark was not the only one who noticed.

And for the first time in a long time, Darkiplier, the merging of a broken shell, a seer, a mayor, and a protagonist, was worried for his old friend.

A/N: Review please! I really appreciate your opinion.

Till the next one,

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