Author's Note: Welcome to chapter 15. This is going to be about "A Date With Markiplier." I hope you enjoy. It is a long one because I wanted to get all the endings in.
A few more weeks have passed since the wedding. I have been so happy lately. I have been finally able to relax. Tyler and I have been talking back and forth since then. Turns out he is really good friends with Mark. I have not brought myself to tell him about what happened at the manor.
It is getting close to Valentine's Day. Damien and I have plans to go out on a date together. Just us. Warf says he has been trying to look for a partner but has not had much luck.
The sound of my phone buzzing brings my attention back to reality. I grab my phone off of the counter and check it. There is a message from Tyler that reads: "Hey. Mark has a plan for a new project that he wants you in. Think you could stop by this place?" Attached to the message is an address.
"I will have to talk with Damien and Warfstache…" I respond and look over the message. I do not really want to go, but it is another way to get more attention. As if on cue Damien walks into the kitchen.
"Everything okay?" He questions as he walks up and wraps his arms around my waist from behind.
"Yeah… Mark wants me for another project. I do not know what though…" I touch my tea cup in thought. The warmth spreads through my hands.
"If you decide to go, please be careful." Damien kisses the top of my head. I look up at him with a small smile.
"I am always careful." I reach up and kiss him gently on the lips. He pulls me closer to him and traces my back. The sound of footsteps entering the room pulls us away.
"Good morning you two." Warf sleepily says as he walks into the room. His hair is a mess.
"Good morning Warf." I take a sip of my hot tea and watch as he crosses the room and starts up the coffee maker.
"What were you two talking about?" He questions and leans against the counter as he faces us.
"Mark wants me for another project. I am thinking about going and at least seeing it." I comment and rub the side of my cup. "It is at some kind of warehouse in about an hour."
"I think you should go. Maybe that means the fans like you?" Warf says with a yawn. I nod and keep sipping my drink.
Not long later I find myself at that warehouse. There are a few cars outside parked along the side. I slowly walk up to the rusty door and knock. I am greeted by a guy with bright blue hair and glasses. He has a bright smile on his face.
"Bonjour! You must be Alex. Come in come in! I am Ethan." Ethan exclaims and lets me in the building. There is what looks like a fancy table set up for dinner. There are two lit candles sitting in the middle of a two person table. Tyler is talking with some people over in the corner.
"What am I going to be doing here?" I question as we walk in a little farther. I see Mark standing there wearing a dark grey suit with a red tie. It is almost the exact same one as when we went on the Heist. He is talking with someone who is about his height and looks like he has messy black hair. His back is to me so I cannot see his face. He is wearing a red and black flannel shirt with jeans.
Mark sees me and smiles. He waves us over. As we get closer the other man turns with a smile. He looks just like Mark. Exactly like him. He is wearing glasses which is different.
"Hello Alex. I am glad to finally meet you." The man says with an all too familiar voice.
He is the guy from the manor. The creator. The one who helped me escape. I finally manage to find my voice again. "Oh um. Hi. Yes…" what do I call him?
"The name is Mark. As to not get too confused you can call Markiplier just Actor if it helps. I am kind of your director." Mark smiles and holds out his hand. I slowly reach out and shake it.
"It is nice to meet you too… What am I doing here?" I question and look around.
"Well it was kind of an idea that Actor and I had. We want you to film for us." Mark says and pulls out a camera. "That is all you have to do. No speaking. Just filming. No one will know it is you." Mark reassures me. I blink a few times at the camera.
"Why me?" I question.
"Well…" Before he can answer someone walks up next to him.
"Everything is ready when you are." A woman's voice says. I look over and take a step back. It is almost like looking in the mirror. She has blonde hair and brown eyes. Our faces are the same.
"Thank you Amy. Just have to talk with Alex." Mark says and kisses her cheek. She walks off to talk with Tyler and Ethan.
"Who is that?" I manage to get out. Why does she look like me?
"Oh that is Amy. She is my girlfriend." Mark says and extends the camera out to me. I slowly take it.
"Why does she look like me?" I question and look over the camera.
"Well… I kind of based you off of her. That is just how it turned out." Mark smiles and runs his hand through his hair.
"Is that why Actor is so interested in me?" I question dumbfounded.
"Kind of. But he is destined to never be with anyone. That is why you and Damien are so connected." He winks and motions for me to follow him. I have so many more questions, but I stay quiet. "Alright. Here we go." Mark leans over and presses a button. "Just follow along. You know how this works."
In the blink of an eye the scene changes. I am back outside of the building. Everyone is gone. The camera I was holding seems to be gone. Not sure how it works but I have to keep in character. I blink a few times at the sudden change. I step forward and open the door.
"Bonjour!" Tyler's voice rings in my ears as I walk into the orange lit room. He is wearing his old butler suit. I walk forward and stay quiet.
"Ah bonjour. Your table awaits." Ethan says and motions to behind him. Markiplier is sitting at the small table while trying to organize his white napkin. As I walk up his eyes meet mine.
"Oh wow. You look amazing. Hold on. I have something for you." As I sit down he reaches into his jacket and pulls out a red rose. "A rose." He sniffs it then throws it off to the side.
What have I agreed to? I watch as Tyler and Ethan walk up with water glasses and fill out glasses.
"Oh thank you. Bonjour bonsua!" Mark says and looks back at me. "You look so familiar. Have we met?" A salad passes under our heads. Mark leans over and sniffs. "Good year." He comments and smiles.
I guess no one will know it is me. More food passes under us.
"I can't wait to get to know you. Although I think we might have." He interrupts himself and sniffs the plate that is exchanged. "I feel like I might have known you for a long time." A piece of cake passes under us. "Oooo." Mark tries to grab it but he cannot. "Anyways. I cannot wait to see what this date has in store." Mark smiles kindly as he straightens his suit jacket. A man walks up beside him. Looking up I see Chef standing there looking pissed off.
"So who's going to pay for this?" He grabs a knife off of the table and points it between Mark and I.
"I ah will pay for…" Mark runs his hands along his jacket looking for his wallet. "This. Just in one second…" He looks panickingly at me. I shake my head which only angers Chef more.
"Oh! A couple of deadbeats are ya!? Well I will show you what we do with deadbeats." He grabs Mark by his jacket and pulls him up. I stand up.
"I-I must have left it at home. If you will just let me go home I will pay you." Mark insists as he gets dragged outside. I follow them and keep my hands up.
"Get in the van." It is bright outside as Chef shoves Mark into a black van. "Oh. You want to join your boyfriend now do ya? Get in there." He shoves me into the van as I land on top of Mark. "Now I am going to show you what I do to deadbeats." He presses a button on the door and it closes.
"I am so sorry. I had so much more planned for this date." Mark says as I pull myself off of him. The Chef gets in the drivers seat and drives off laughing and talking to himself. "I promise I have a very high credit score. I pay all my bills." He adds with a tone that reminds me a lot of our time at the manor.
"I'll show you what happens when you don't pay your bills." Chef turns around and looks at us. Mark looks up at him. "Do you know what happened to the last person who didn't pay his bill?" Mark shakes his head. "Well neither did he!" He laughs maniacally and turns his attention back to driving.
"Okay…I don't really understand that one. But if you will let me go I will go home and gladly pay the bill." As he says this the car keeps jerking around making us lurch forward.
"Shut the fuck up!" Chef yells back at us. Mark turns back to me with a panicked look. He lowers his voice.
"We have to find a way out of here." He looks down and finds a tire iron. He looks from me to Chef.
Not yet. Let's see where this goes. I shake my head and he drops the tire iron.
"Probably a good idea…" Mark says as we lurch forward as the van comes to a sudden stop.
"We're here." Chef says as he turns back to us. He opens the door.
"Where is here? Why is here?" Mark questions as our side door opens. "Look this is just a big misunderstanding." Mark says panickedly.
"Shut up. You get to be tomorrow's meal." Chef says as Mark steps out of the van and gets a black bag put over his head.
"Oh come on." Mark complains as I slowly crawl forward on my hands and knees. I can hear him keep complaining as Chef's attention is brought back to me.
"Don't worry. There is plenty of room in the pot." He laughs again as he puts a bag over my head. My vision goes dark as I can hear shuffles around me
A loud bang enters my ears as I am thrown into a bag that was over my head is now gone and I can see again.
"Get in there and stay in there. You are on tomorrow's menu!" Chef laughs again as he walks off. Mark now has the bag off of his head. He watches as Chef leaves.
"Okay… we have got to get out of here…" Mark fumbles with the handcuffs that are on him and gets them off. "Okay. We have to see what we are working with. Hm…" He looks around the room and then back at me. "I know. Let me see what is in your pants!" He lurches forward and I slap his hand before he can touch me. "Okay okay."
I could easily get out of this room, but I don't think Mark wants it that way… My attention is brought back to Mark who is rubbing his hands over his pants.
"Oh hey… my wallet." Mark pulls his wallet out from his back pocket with an apologetic smile. He tosses it to the side. "Let's see. Oh a rose! Thank you." I turn and watch as he pulls a rose off of a skeleton.
This reminds me a lot of the prison during the Heist. I think to myself as he puts a few things in the bag and spits in it.
"Okay. I think we've got it." He pulls out a phone and turns it on. "Damn it. No service." He throws it across the room. "Hmmm. We need to get out of here before he gets back or else he will kill and eat us…" He crouches down to the floor and taps it. "Well this does not seem too thick. I could try to dig our way out." He glances over at the lock. "Or I could try to pick that lock." He rubs his chin with his hand.
Last time digging was a good way out… I think to myself and point at the ground. He smiles at me.
"Good idea. Good thing I have this." He pulls a spoon out from behind his head. "This should take no time at all." He exclaims and starts to rub the ground with the spoon.
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Nothing happens.
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He does it again…
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And again…
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And again…
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Over and over…
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Again.
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Nothing happens for 10 minutes.
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I blink and I am suddenly outside of the warehouse again. I open the door and am met yet again by Tyler saying bonjour to me. I sit down at the table again.
Not long later we find ourselves back in the cell. Everything leading up was the same.
"What do you think? Should I try to pick the lock?" Mark questions waiting for my answer.
We are not trying to dig out again. I shake my head and point at the lock on the cell door.
"Okay… let's see if I can find something to pick this lock." He reaches into his hair and pulls down a bobby pin that seems to have been holding up his "hair".
What is he doing? I question but watch as he gets closer to the lock.
"I have never done this before." He puts the pin into the keyhole and there is immediately a click as the door swings open. "Perfect. Okay. Come on follow me and stay low."
We walk together out of the cell quietly. The new rook we are in is huge and very open. There is almost no furniture. There is a few chairs that look like they are covered in caution tape. Mark stops for a second and holds up his hand.
"Hold on. I gotta put on my sneaking shoes." He looks back at me and takes off his shoes and pulls on what Bing told me are Crocs.
He waves me forward and we keep walking. With every step there is a loud squeak coming from the "sneaking shoes". We slowly and carefully climb under the caution tape. We stand up slowly and some kind of noise comes from behind a metal door.
"I don't like the sound of that door…" Mark waves his finger at the door. We keep walking and come up to a window with bars on it. Mark grabs the bars and tries to shake them loose. "Well… I think we should split up."
Oh yes great idea. I think sarcastically.
"No no. Not break up. This date is going so well." Mark smiles and winks at me. I roll my eyes hoping whatever method is being used to film this does not pick it up. "I just think it would be a great way to cover more ground."
Anything to get away from him. I nod and he gives me a thumbs up.
"Sounds great. I will go this way and you go that way. We will meet up in a few minutes." I turn away as he says this. There is a loud bang and I turn back around. Mark is laying sprawled out across the floor.
Finally some peace and quiet.
I find myself right back outside the warehouse and hide a sigh. Opening the door again. Sitting down at the table again. Getting put into the van again. I keep following along until we make it to the cell.
"Well what do you think? Should I try to pick the lock or dig out of this place?" Mark asks and looks at me.
We are not digging our way out of here. There has to be a way out. I point at the cell door.
"I can try…" He pulls the bobby pin out of his hair again. With a click we get out of the cell. The building is the same.
There has to be a way out of here. We crouch under the caution tape and keep walking after Mark puts on his sneaking shoes. He walks up to the window and tries to open it.
"Okay. I think we need to split up. No no. Not break up. This date is going so well. I just think we could cover more ground that way." Mark says with a smile.
As much as I want to see him dead again, we need to get out of here. I shake my head.
"Okay. I guess let's keep going then." We keep walking together. Not a few steps later there is a sound from behind me. Laughing.
"Aaaaaah! You two got out of your cage." Turning we see Chef standing there holding a pipe up. He swings it at me and it hits my shoulder. I hold up my arms to try and block it but with no luck. He keeps swinging a few times. There is a strange beeping noise filling my ears each time before he hits me.
"You idiot." Mark walks into my view with a white video game controller. "Just press X." He says and presses a button. Chef stops in his tracks.
"W-what is happening to me?" He looks scared for a second. Then he is enveloped by smoke. I turn to Mark who just waves the smoke out of his face.
"Well that could have gone better. Come on. I think I see the exit." He tries to grab my hand but I pull it away. He runs up to a wall with an exit sign pointing to a door. "This must be it. Come on. Let's get out of here so we can finish this amazing date."
Finally. Let's get out of this place. I point at the exit and we walk together.
"Finally. Freeeedom!" Mark exclaims as we pass through the doorway. Our vision goes white for a second. In that second I think I see Damien wearing Mark's suit, but he flashes by too quickly.
"Well what do you think? Should I try to pick the lock or try to dig out of this place?" Mark questions. Looking around we are back in the cell.
How did we get back here? Looking around everything looks the same. I point at the lock again. We have to keep trying. There has to be a way out.
"Okay… I will try." Yet again Mark pulls a bobby pin out and sure enough it opens easily. We walk together back out. Not long later we are back at the window. "I think we should split up. No no. Not break up. This date is going amazingly."
If I have to hear that line again I think I am going to punch him. I shake my head and we keep walking together.
Just like before Chef attacks me. This time it does not hurt as badly. He explodes and we make it to the exit.
"Come on. What are you waiting for? Let's get out of here." Mark complains and points to the door.
There has to be another way out of here… Mark keeps talking and then I notice something. There is a pinkish red light coming from the other side. Worth a shot. I point at the light.
"Okay… whatever you say… Go ahead.. I will follow you… I will follow you anywhere." Mark says not really trusting my choice. As I walk into the light my vision gets blurry and I feel like I am about to fall over. Music starts to play in my ears.
"GOOD EVENING YOU AND WELCOME TO MY HUMBLE ABODE!" Warf's voice enters my ears. I blink and see his head floating in front of me. There is a pink and yellow spiral is behind him. There are clocks behind him with the hands spinning wildly.
I am so happy to see him! I feel myself smile.
"I don't have an interview scheduled for you just yet… although I am not sure why you are here…" He gives me a questioning look. "Do yooou?" His voice sings as his head spins around. "Throughout your time this game have you even stopped to ponder the possibility that you are not who you think you are?" As we says this question marks pop up around his head. "I know I know. My words might mystify you, but do not be afraid. I might not be able to tell you, but I can put you in a situation where you can find that out yourself." His eyes get large as he says this. "Toodaloo and good luuuuuuck!" As he says this he disappears and a red light fills my vision.
I find myself in a small bathroom. Looking around I try to figure out where I am. There is a sink in front of me with a medicine cabinet over it. The cabinet is open. I slowly walk up and touch the mirror. I close it and I am face to face with a golden retriever puppy. I try to contain my excitement and laughter.
"You are doing great so far Alex." Director Mark's voice enters my ears. I blink a few times and find myself holding the camera he gave me. The dog is still in front of me wagging her tail. I smile and turn to him.
"Thank you. I am kind of having fun." I reach down and pet her head. "She is so cute." I giggle as she tackles me to the ground and licks my face.
"That is Chica. She is the star of the show." He chuckles and pets her as well.
"I am glad you did that. I really did not want people to know that it is me." Her tail is wagging very hard.
"Do not worry. Your time will come." Mark says as I start to feel another pull. "Good luck. You still have more stuff to do."
"How many more?" I question and slowly sit up. The pull is getting stronger.
"There are 10 endings in all. Good luck." Mark's voice fades as I am slowly brought back to the door.
Everything is the same. I refuse to pay for it again. We get taken into the van by the crazy Chef.
This time I think we should try attacking… There is nothing else left at the crazy warehouse. I think to myself as Mark looks at me while holding a tire iron. I nod and brace myself. Mark lurches forward and tries to swing at him.
"Hey! What do you think you are doing?" Chef yells as the van swerves on the road.
"You are crazy!" Mark yells as the car veers off the road and crashes. My vision goes black.
Some time passes and I slowly open my eyes. Bright sunlight fills my vision. I hold my hand against my forehead to lessen the intensity. I landed on the ground and have a few scrapes.
"Hey, are you alright?" Mark's concerned voice fills my ears as he helps me up. His suit in tattered.
This might not have been the best idea. I nod and walk with him. We seem to be in the middle of a desert.
"Well… maybe we should try the road? We might be able to find civilization." Mark suggests as he stops in front of me. Something reflective catches my eye. I glance over and see some kind of shiny device in the bushes. "Huh? What do you see?"
Last time that lead to aliens… I do not really want to meet them again… I point to the road.
"Good idea. We should see if we can find anyone." As we step onto the road he stops. "Oh! Should we go north or south? You are really good at those kinds of-" A loud explosion, bright blinding light, and rumbles comes from behind me interrupting what he was trying to say. He stares behind me and keeps my attention back on him. He has a shocked look on his face as he stares off into the distance.
That did not sound good…
"Let's just walk this way… I have a back up plan just for this occasion." He holds up a picnic basket with a smile. He unfurls the checkered blanket and we sit down. "There we go." Whistling sound comes straight towards us. A skeleton lands beside Mark with a white t-shirt that says 'Mom' on it. Mark shrugs and pulls out two sandwiches. "I have Peanut butter and jelly or tuna. Which one would you like?"
Peanut Butter sounds good… I reach out and take the sandwich and my vision goes blurry. A voice fills my head. It starts talking about something like that Mark died from a Peanut allergy. As a result I wandered and conquered the wasteland never finding anyone like him ever again.
As my vision goes back to normal I find myself back in the restaurant. I sigh and follow along again. I refuse to pay again. Once in the van Mark attacks the crazy Chef. Pretty soon we are sitting back down on the ground again having our picnic. Mark is holding the sandwiches out to me again.
That means next I have to choose the Aliens. I take a deep breath and reach out for the tuna sandwich. I glance at the skeleton beside Mark and shake my head.
My vision goes blurry and is filled with tuna fish falling from the sky. This time the voice talks about how our relationship blossomed during the post apocalyptic world. How we defended ourselves.
Yet again as my vision clears I find myself going through the same motions as before.
I am finally half way done. Although I am scared to see what happens with the aliens again. I think to myself along the way. Last time I met them they seemed… strange. Although they did not want to hurt us. The car crashes and we tumble out of the car.
"So the road or that strange object?" Mark questions as he stands in front of me. I take a deep breath and point at the shiny object.
The only other option on this side of the game.
"Okay… whatever you say." Mark says with a doubting tone in his voice. We walk up to the strange object to inspect it. Sure enough. Just as before a beam envelops up and I feel weightless.
Where are we. Looking around there are red and blue lights. Mark is in front of me. He looks at me panickedly. Something seems to grab him from behind. He reaches out and tries to grab for me but the force is too strong.
"Aaaaah! No no! Not there!" His voice echoes around the room we are in. Strange mechanical noises fill my ears as well. As quickly as he left he appears again… with some kind of goo on his face. White light envelops him again and he disappears.
I am alone again! I blink and the camera appears in my hands. This means it's not filming. I look around frantically. "Who is there? Show yourself." I try to keep my voice even and strong.
"You still do not remember me." The same alien voice from the heist is in front of me. A figure steps forward. There seems to be pain on his face.
"I have no idea who you are. I have only met you one other time." I stare into his deep brown eyes.
"In this life we have met another time. For some reason you must not remember me. That manor must have made you lose your memories of your life before Mark." He reaches out to touch my face. I do not pull away this time.
My life before the manor… Why… why can I not remember it… I try to search my memories but that part of my life seems to be gone. "What do you mean by this life? Why did you call me Jesamine when we first met?" For some reason I feel calmer now.
"Without hurting you too much… No. It is too dangerous for you to know. I suppose." He pauses for a second. "To put lightly this is not the only world out there."
He is not making any sense. "I am not who you think I am." I pull away from him.
"I know that…" There is that pain on his face again. I can almost feel the sadness coming off of him. "I suppose my influence with you is done. At least this time." He looks back at me. "Good bye Alex. Until your next life. I will look for you. I look forward to it."
A bright light fills my vision as the camera disappears again. I can still feel the sadness. I rub my eyes which seem to be wet from crying. Suddenly I hit the hard ground.
"Ow!" Mark's voice fills my ears. I slowly stand back up. "Let's go to the road this time." Mark walks towards the road this time.
Sure enough I find myself back at the restaurant.
I think this time I should pay… Chef is standing in front of us holding a knife between us. Mark is looking panickedly at me. I reach down and pull out a card.
"Thank you." Chef takes it from me and backs away.
"Ah thank you." Mark stands up as I do the same. "Well now we can continue this date. I have big plans. There is this amazing play." As he says this we walk out of the restaurant to outside. He opens the car door for me. "I promise you the play will be amazing and it is not too far." He says as he gets in the driver's seat. Not two seconds later Tyler pops up beside Mark and opens the door.
"Bonjour!" He exclaims as Mark steps out. My door opens and Ethan is standing there smiling.
"Ah bonjour! Welcome to the theater!" Ethan exclaims as I get out. Mark and I walk together to the door and Tyler opens it for us.
"Ah bonjour!" Mark says back and stops in front of a vending machine. "Oh snacks! I know we just ate but…" He pauses and rubs his pants. He clears his throat. "For the…" he keeps rubbing his pockets, "ah play…" he clears his throat again and lets out a small laugh.
Yeah he has no money. I shake my head and try not to laugh. I am kind of having fun.
"Anyway…" He turns and there is a small round table with a few boxes of popcorn. "Popcorn!" As Mark reaches down and grabs one Ethan pops up.
"Bonjour!" He exclaims with a smile.
"Oh yes. Bonjour." He keeps walking and looks at me. "Would you like some? Here you go." He tosses a kernel at me. "How about one for me?" He bites one and laughs.
He is really reminding me of the manor… I shake my head to clear it as we walk up to a booth.
"Bonjour!" Tyler holds out his hand and Mark grabs it. Instead of kissing Tyler's hand he kisses his own.
"Bonjour! Two please." Mark says and lets go of his hand. He stops in front of doorway with double doors. There are two posters. One of them is light and reminds me of a painting the other is black with a skeleton on it. "Okay. We have two options." He spits out a piece of popcorn. "Do we see the romance 'Love Too Soon' or the horror 'The Dark Mark'?" He motions between the two posters.
Dark Mark… that must be where Damien is… I should wait. I point at the romance side.
"Good idea. I always took you for a patron of the arts like myself." As he says this he opens the door and says it in a strange accent. "You are going to love this play." He is walking backwards as we walk into the theater. "And thank you for asking me out on this date… or was it me that asked you?"
No you forced me. We pass in front of the stage and the red velvet chairs are all pointed up. There does not seem to be anyone else here.
"Does not matter. I have heard great things about this play. I am sure you will love it." We sit down in the seats on the front row. "Would you like some popcorn?" I try to grab a handful. "OH! It's starting!" He turns away before my hand reaches it.
Well this should be interesting. I turn to face the stage. Tyler walks onto the stage from one side with a white button up shirt that is open and jeans. Ethan walks in from the other side. He is wearing a blonde wig and black pants.
"Thanks for taking me to this park babe." Ethan says in a high pitched voice. He swings his arms back and forth.
"Thanks for paying for the meal babe." Tyler says and steps closer to him and holds his hands.
"No problem babe." Ethan brushes his hair out of his face.
"Will you marry me?" Tyler questions and looks into his eyes.
"Of course! Who wouldn't want to get married on their first date?!"
This…
"Good thing I am ordained." Tyler says and pulls him closer.
"Me too!"
"I now pronounce you man and wife!" They say in unison. Ethan starts singing the wedding march as he climbs onto Tylers back. I can hear them starting to laugh as Tyler gets on knees and puts his head on the floor.
Mark stands up and starts dramatically crying. i stand up beside him. Mark tries to clap but he is only spilling his popcorn everywhere. He pulls out a napkin and dries his tears as he walks back to the entryway.
"Oh that was so… unique." At the last word his fake sadness disappears. "I am sorry. I just get so overcome just by the beauty of it." He pats the napkin to his eyes again. We walk back outside. "The beauty of two dissent souls that are so in love." He closes the doors to the room. "Sorry. I just need a minute." He looks up at the other door. "Oh. The other play… it starts right after this one"
I think we should keep going. I will come back to him. I glance back at Mark. I am curious to see what he has planned.
"Or we can continue our date if you want." Mark adds and waits. I motion to the door and he nods. "Sounds good. I have a lot planned." He walks away and turn back to Tyler.
"Bonjour." Tyler says and takes the popcorn.
"Ah bonjour!" Mark responds and starts to walk away.
"Au revoir." Tyler responds. Mark looks confused and turns slightly to him.
"... Bonjour." Mark shakes his head and keeps walking. "Anyways. Like I said I have a lot planned for the rest of the day. I have not spared a single penny for this."
"ADIOS!" Ethan jumps out and hands Mark another box of popcorn.
"Ah… guten tag." Mark does a small confused salut as we walk to the door. "Like I said. I have spared no expense today. After you." I walk outside and the bright light of the sun fills my eyes. My vision suddenly goes dark.
What happened!
"Guess who!" Mark's voice rings behind me. He uncovers my eyes and we are in a park. "It was just me." He laughs as he jumps back in front of me. He catches a blue frisbee and throws it back. "Ah suh dude." Mark says and it reminds me of Bing.
"Would you like a balloon?" A man questions as he walks up to Mark. He is wearing a flashy white suit. I think he is trying to imitate some famous singer.
"Ah yes. One for my lovely date." Mark says and takes an orange one.
"That will be one dollar." The man says with a smile.
"I ah… I don't have any money." The man yanks back the orange balloon roughly. "But it's love!" Mark calls after him but it is too late. "Anyways… this date has gone perfectly. The meal. Delicious. The play. Amazing. Now… I have been getting to know you more." He reaches into his jacket pocket.
What is he doing. He stops walking and gets down on one knee.
"I think it is time." He opens a small black box revealing a giant diamond ring. "Will you marry me?"
HELL NO! WHAT THE HELL! I take a deep breath. This better be just for the video. I shake my head.
"Oh…" Mark gets a frown on his face and he coughs. "Are you sure…" He asks and looks up at me with squinted eyes. "I well… I kind of already had an ordained… margigerizer."
"Thank you. Thank you very much." The balloon man jumps into view.
"Well… I kind of was banking on you saying yes… You see… I kind of already told your parents…" Two people walk up and wave at me wearing white t-shirts. One says mom the other dad. "They seemed really excited to… have a son…"
My parents are dead. This is just for the video…
"Okay… Ah well. Are you sure? I kind of already changed your last name…" I narrow my eyes at him as "mom and dad" hold up a sign that says 'y/n Fischbach'. "So no… okay… sorry mom and da- I can't call you that…" They slowly walk off. The balloon man is still crouching down next to Mark. Mark looks at him and closes the box. "You know how I couldn't…" The man stands up and angrily walks away.
Almost feel bad. Not really. But almost. Mark stands up and brushes the dirt off of his knees.
"Okay… I ah… I guess a hug of… friendship." Walking up to me he tries to give me a hug. I push him away. "Okay…" He walks away and gets onto what I think Bing called a hoverboard.
My vision goes bright for a second and I am taken back to the warehouse. I have to say yes this time…
Not long later we find ourselves back in the park with Mark on his knee holding the ring. I slowly nod and Mark looks astounded.
"What? Really?! I did not think you would say yes." He stands up and smiles.
Uh huh. So saying no was something different.
"You are going to make me so happy." Mark says as he gets closer to me.
I do not like this. My anger is starting to rise up.
"Give me a kiss." He leans forward and closes his eyes.
No I am not doing this. I will play this stupid role but not this. It feels like I cannot move. Mark stops and opens his eyes.
"Why are your eyes open? Go ahead and close them." He makes a strange noise as my eyes close. Not a few seconds later my eyes open. the scene seems to have changed. We are in some room with a green wall behind Mark.
"AAAAAND CUT!" A man's voice yells. Mark opens his eyes and pulls away.
"Ah finally!" His voice reminds me of the manor a lot now. "Excuse me. EXCUSE ME!" Mark yells as he pushes his way through two people beside us. "Where is makeup?" I follow him as we pass by some other… actors?
"Ahhhhh!" Tyler walks up and wraps his arm around Mark's shoulders. Mark has an irritated look on his face. "Good job you two. But next time more emotion. More emotion." He pats Mark's back and walks off.
"I'll show you talent you sackless piece of-" Mark turns to me as we walk. "This town used to have talented people. But now." He shakes his head as he walks into a side room and grabs a bottle of some kind of alcohol.
There is the Mark I know. Does this mean people are finally going to see his true nature.
"I used to be somebody. I would work on big projects but now I am working on this shit." He rolls his eyes and pushes past me. "Finally. There you are! Where have you been? Any calls?" Mark questions harshly as a woman as she puts on him a white robe with some kind of red symbol on the back.
"Your kids called." She answers just as harsh. Mark waves his hand to dismiss her.
"I don't care. Tell me when my agent calls." He growls and walks to another small room with a mirror. Another woman is standing there. "MAKEUP! THERE YOU ARE. WHAT ARE YOU DOING? I NEED TO LOOK PRETTY!" Mark yells as he sits down in front of the mirror.
"Yes. Yes sir. Here you go." She smacks his face with some kind of white powder. It covers half of his face.
"I used to be somebody." He says defeated and looks over at me. "And this bullshit script! This script. Who would get engaged on their first date?" He cradles his bottle in his arms. "You would. That's who. I could not tell if you were a good actor or waaaaaay too eager." He rolls his eyes.
"Back on set!" A voice yells from behind me. Mark sighs.
"Ready to go again?" Mark asks and looks down at me.
Here we go again. It is time to see Damien.
Sure enough not long later I find myself waiting outside of the theater with the choice of Horror. I point at the horror side and Mark nods.
"Good choice I have not seen this one… I don't know who made this…" Mark opens the door.
"Good luck." Tyler says ominously as he leans over the counter.
"Oh… okay. Bonjour…" Mark waves as he walks into the room. "Anyways. I think of myself as a patron of the arts. I love to support new stories. New Artiists." He chuckles to himself as we stop in front of the seats. We sit down. "Would you like some popcorn?" Mark asks and I reach for the popcorn again. "OH it's staring." We turn to the stage. No one appears.
Huh that is… strange. I turn back to Mark but he is gone. Where did he… I look back at the stage and loud ringing fills my ears. Damien. My vision gets weird as the high pitched screaming gets louder. The stage gets smaller and smaller until it disappears.
"Did you miss me?" Damien's voice rings in my ears as my vision goes black. Suddenly he appears in front of me. He is wearing the same suit that Mark was wearing. Red and blue auras are coming off of him. "I missed you very much."
Does he know it's me? I do not think so. As I look closer his usual eyeliner seems to stand out even more now.
"I have been waiting a long time to see you again." He is leaning forward as he talks to me. "I have been pushed aside. Replaced. Mocked." He stands up straighter and more auras resonate off of him. "And then he had the gaul to not invite me to this little adventure of his. No more. Never again."
He seems really upset… Maybe he does know it's me. Damien seems to have controlled anger at the moment.
"IT'S MY TURN NOW!" His voice echoes in my ears as he glitches again. "I'VE BEEN WAITING PATIENTLY. HE SAID HE WOULD LET ME IN AGAIN." His anger flares up as he yells at me.
He does not know it is me then. He would not be yelling… His face changes. His anger seems to settle down.
"I am tired of giving people a choice." He stands up straighter and fixes his red tie. He lets out a sigh and looks into my eyes. "I suppose I could give you one last option." He leans closer and raises his hands. "Go ahead and choose. Four different options. More than HE could've ever given you." Four boxes appear in my vision. "Now let's see how far down this rabbit hole we will go." He is now quiet and watches me.
Four options… The boxes all seem to be the same thing. Freedom. The only way forward is Freedom…
"Good choice. But why do we need to choose in life?" He looks from me to something else in the distance. My vision goes black for a second. When it returns we are sitting down at a table with plates and a glass. "If dinner is what you want then I could provide." He motions to the table in front of us.
Dinner would be nice.
"I can take you places you want to go." He leans in closer. "I can especially take you to places you don't want to go." He winks and his voice rings through the room. His red aura seems to create his figure behind him. "It's exciting, knowing that there are endless possibilities waiting for you." His smirk seems to turn sinister. The red aura behind him glitches as a wave of anger shoots off of him. "I CAN GIVE YOU ANYTHING!"
I hope he is okay… His mood changes again back to calm.
"I have been waiting a long time to get some… personal time between us." He motions between us with a smile. His anger flares up again and the glitching seems to get worse again. "AND THERE IS NOTHING THAT YOU OR HE CAN DO TO STOP ME!"
I hope he is not in pain…
"So…" he is back to calm and straightens his tie again. "Now that we are here together we can really get to know each other." There is a loud scream and another entity comes off of him.
This is hurting him! But I cannot do anything.
"You just need to let me in." He leans closer and puts his hands down on the table. "It is that simple." My vision goes black again. We appear outside of the warehouse. He is now walking towards me. I step back.
He is acting very scary. Is he trying to scare the viewers?
"You are never, EVER, going to escape me! Not now. Not-" Damien gets tackled by Mark. "What the! How did you get out!"
"Let's see how you fight with a bag over your head!" Mark announces and puts a bag over Damien's head. I can hear him growl.
"Well two can play at that game!" Dark pulls out the same bag and puts it over Mark's. They start to fight. Neither seems to be winning. Something falls from Dark's pocket. It is a gun. I reach down and grab it. The boys stop fighting and take their bags off.
"Shoot him! That is Dark! I am Mark." Mark exclaims and points at Damien.
"What no. That is Dark!" Damien exclaims and points at Mark. They keep bickering.
I know which one is which… I do not want to shoot Damien but… I point my gun to the right and shoot.
"Hey. Are you okay? You made the right call. Come here." Mark walks up to me and wraps his arm around me. He covers my face briefly. Once he uncovers we seem to be outside some house. "Are you okay? I am so sorry. You had to kill someone. I did not mean for this to go this way."
"Bonjour!" Ethan pops up in a side window. He is wearing an ice cream makers uniform.
"Oh thank you." Mark takes two bowls of ice cream. He sets one bowl down and motions for me to sit down. "We can relax now and enjoy some ice cream." He sits down across from me.
I hope Damien is okay… I look down at my bowl of vanilla ice cream. A buzzing fills my ears. No… I thought. I look up and watch Mark.
"Hello ice cream. My name is Markiplier and welcome to… my mouth!" He takes a bit of ice cream and laughs.
Here we go. This is the last one. I close my eyes for a few seconds. I open them again and find myself outside of the warehouse again. Not long later I find myself holding the gun. I point it at Mark and pull the trigger. Mark falls to the ground in pain.
"Come here. It's okay." Damien walks up to me and wraps an arm around me. I can feel myself relax. He lets go and we are back at the house. "I am sorry. You had to kill someone. But it will be okay."
"Bonjour!" Ethan exclaims and pops up in a window.
"Bonjour. Two please." He takes two bowls of ice cream. He sets a bowl down on my side. "We can now relax and enjoy some nice dairy based snacks." We sit down. "Now relax and enjoy."
Finally. I pick up the spoon. I hear the ringing again and look up. Damien is glitchy again.
"Oops. Looks like you made the wrong choice." He chuckles and tilts his head to the side and then back to center. "But now we get to be together. Forever." He chuckles darkly and smirks. After a few more seconds everything seems to return to normal. I am holding the camera again.
"Damien!" I set it down and stand up. I can feel my cheeks hurting from smiling. He blinks a few times but stands up as well.
"Alex. I did not realize that it was you." He pulls me into a hug. "I hope I did not scare you." He kisses the top of my head gently.
"No. I was worried about you. It looked like you were in pain." I look up at him with concern. He shrugs a little.
"A little but it is okay. I let my anger show a little too much." He rubs the back of his neck a little. "You shot me." He chuckles.
"I did not want to. But I got to shoot Mark which was nice." I smile as some people walk up.
"You did great Alex! Thank you for helping out." The director Mark says as he walks up beside us. I turn to look at him but stay close to Damien.
"It was no problem. I kind of had a little fun." I laugh a little.
"Well I am glad. You can head home now. If I need anything I will let you know." Mark says with a smile.
"Okay. Bye." As Damien and I start to leave Mark's voice stops us.
"Oh. I forgot to mention. There is a convention coming up. I would like both you and Damien to come with me. Alex you will be on a panel with me and a few of my friends." Mark adds and hands me a piece of paper. "I hope you can come." I take the piece of paper and nod.
"I will think about it." I smile as Damien and I leave.
About a week passes. The videos came out a little earlier in the day. People have seemed to love it. They really seem to like Damien's parts. They seem to be calling him "Daddy Darki" or something like that. I cannot help but laugh when I see that.
I finish getting ready and look myself over in the mirror. I am wearing a sleek black dress that goes to my knees. Yan helped me pick it out one day when we went shopping together. She said it would "help me get some", whatever that means. I brush out my hair and leave it long. I pull on some black flats and walk out into the hallway.
Warf is pacing in the hallway in front of his door. He is wearing a yellow button up with a white jacket over top and a white suit pants. His usual pink bow tie is replaced by a white bowtie with pink hearts. He seems to be really nervous.
"Hey Warf. You okay? Are you nervous for your date?" I question and lean against the wall. He stops pacing and looks at me. His eyes get wide as he stares at me.
"Woah. You look beautiful, Alex!" He exclaims. All of his nerves seem to be gone. I can feel my face heat up.
"Thanks Warf." I look down at my feet and shift my weight back and forth. I hear the door open and close behind me. I look up and turn. Damien is walking out of the bathroom and into the hallway with us. He is wearing a dark silver suit and a black button up with a dark blue tie.
"You look amazing as well Damien." Warf comments as we make our way down the stairs.
"Thanks Will. You look good as well. What time is your date?" Damien questions and wraps his arm around my waist. The movement sends chills up and down my body.
"I will be leaving here in a few minutes." Warf checks himself in the hallway mirror and adjusts his bowtie. "Hope you two have fun." Warf calls after us as we walk to the garage where two cars are sitting. Damien's and mine silver and Warf's bright pink one.
Within twenty minutes we make it to the restaurant. It is fancy and absolutely beautiful. There are even fish in a tank swimming around. We are led to a table in the middle of the room. Damien pulls out my chair for me as I sit down. He leans over and kisses my cheek before he walks over to his side. Within a few more minutes we have ordered our drinks and our meals.
"Thank you for this Damien." I smile as I take a sip of my water. Between us there is a glass to refill our drinks when we need to.
"I am glad we had a chance to go out." He sips from a glass of red wine. I nod in agreement.
"We have been busy. Between the meetings and the projects we have not had much time for us." I smile and take a piece of bread from the basket in front of us.
"What did you think of the final product? Did you watch it?" Damien questions and sets down his glass.
"I watched a little bit of it. I liked it. I read a lot of the comments. The fans really seemed to have liked it." I lean in a little closer and lower my voice. "They seemed to like you, Daddy Darki." As I say this I watch as Damien's face turns pink. I giggle and pull away.
"I-I meant to be scary. Not sexy." He rubs the back of his neck in embarrassment. "Apparently my plan did not work." He lets out a small sigh.
After that we keep talking about a few other things. Not long later our food arrives. Everything tastes amazing. After a little longer we agree on getting some kind of dessert. Before we can order a noise comes from the entryway of the dining room.
"My friends are in there. I need to talk to them!" It sounds like Warf's voice.
What is he doing here? Isn't he supposed to be on his date? I wonder and glance at Damien. He seems to be equally as confused.
"Sir. I will ask you again. Please leave. If you do not then I will have to call the police." Another man's voice is heard. A few people are beginning to notice the scene. "HEY. YOU CANNOT GO IN THERE!" Suddenly Warf runs into the dining room. He looks frazzled. His hair is a mess and he seems to be out of breath. His wide eyes meet ours and he half runs half walks up to us.
"There you two are. I really need to talk to you." Warf pleads while out of breath. The man who he was talking to comes up behind him. He grabs Warf's arm.
"I am so sorry to bother you two. I was trying to make him leave." The man says. More people are watching us now.
"It is okay. He is our friend. Can you get him a chair?" Damien says and stares the man down.
"Y-yes of course." The man lets go and walks quickly away. Within a few seconds he returns with a chair. Warf sits down and grabs my glass of water and takes a sip. He is still breathing hard almost like he ran.
"Warf what happened? Did the date not go well?" I question and reach up to try to fix his hair.
"No no. He was great. He seemed really nice." He pauses and sets the glass down in front of him. He reaches up and unties his bowtie. It is now dangling on both sides of his neck. "I just," he pauses and looks down at his hands, "realized something while I was talking with him… I realized," he looks up at us, "that I was never going to find anyone like you two."
"Will, I am sure you will find someone oneday." Damien begins but Warf holds up his hand to stop him.
"No. You misinterpreted what I said." He takes a deep breath and refills the glass of water. He sips the water again. "I mean… I am not going to find anyone that I can love… like I love you two. Both of you." He looks between us.
"Warf…" He… he loves us? I look over at Damien. He seems to be in shock as well.
"I have loved you both since I first met you. But… well. You remember the situation. No one is going to understand me like you two." He looks down at his hands. "Maybe… maybe this was a bad idea." Tears start to form around the edges of his eyes. "I should go." Warf starts to stand up. Damien grabs his arm and motions for him to sit back down.
"I know how you feel Will, but you know I am not him." Damien glances over at me almost like he is asking a question.
This is all so sudden, but… I feel the same. I know how he feels. I nod for him to go on.
"I know. But I still love you. You are both Celine and Damien. Yet you are also neither. I have fallen for you still. And Alex." He looks at me. His eyes are bright. "I know our start was not ideal but spending more and more time with you… I think…"
"I understand Warf." I glance over at Damien and then back at him. "If we are going to try this…"
"I have looked it up. Not many people do it, but it happens. It is called polygamy." Warf says with a smile.
"You have to realize… it is going to be a slow relationship…" Damien nods in agreement.
"I understand. I do not care." He slowly reaches out and grabs our hands. "I just want to be with you two."
"Then we shall do this." Damien comments with a smile. I smile back. "Let's enjoy the rest of our date then."
Tada! I hope you like the little surprise at the end. It has been something that I have wanted to do for a very long time now.
Side note: Next chapter is going to be a VidCon based chapter. If you want to make an appearance just message me here or on my Instagram hunjess96