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Celine/Darkiplier/Damien Moodboard by ClanWarrior Celine/Darkiplier/Damien Moodboard :iconclanwarrior:ClanWarrior 36 9
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Never Forget|Wilford Warfstache x Reader
'Where has that doofus gone? I haven't seen him at all today...'
That thought had clouded your mind from the moment you stepped into the meeting room of the egos.
Everybody was there...except for Wilford.
It was most unusual considering that he was typically the first person in the room. On any other day, you'd see him bouncing around and giggling to himself, eager to discuss his so-called "revolutionary plan" to take over Mark's channel once they've arrived.
Now, least to say, you didn't think his "Markiplier T.V" idea was going to get them very far, but who were you to judge? He might've been crazy, but that didn't mean he wasn't a smart man.
Back to the subject at hand, the meeting had to be called off after 10 minutes had passed and Wilford did not walk through the door. Before you left, however, Dark had tasked you with finding him...and he expected you to not come back empty-handed.
But now you felt like giving up.
You've searched high and low, asking the other
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Literature
Argument|Antisepticeye x Reader
It was just another day in the Septic household....where you were all arguing over which Halloween movie you wanted to watch.
Since the egos all had distinct personalities, it was no surprise that they would have different and specific tastes in films, while you and Jack really settled for anything that was good.
However, you noticed that the only one who wasn't in the debate was Anti. You glanced over at him for a brief moment to see a scowl on his face as he twirled his knife in his hand absentmindedly, watching the scene before him.
His eyes soon met yours, and his frown only deepened, so you looked away just in time to see Jackieboy Man trying to grab the remote out of Henrik's hands. 
"Hey! Stop zis childish behavior at vonce, Jackieboy!" The German growled. "I zought you vere more mature zen zat!"
"Well as the hero I think I should choose the movie that's best for all of us!" The superhero snapped back at him.
"Oh yeah, up vith ze old "I'm ze hero so I can do vhatever
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Literature
Hide n' Seek|'Bendy' x Reader
You sat in the Little Miracle Station, curled up on the floor of it.
While it was fairly cramped and the seat would have probably been more comfortable, you knew that sitting on it would increase the ink demon's chances of finding you in there ten-fold.
In your trembling hands was the Tommy Gun, which "Alice" was kind enough to give you as you unwillingly carried out her little tasks. You considered just storming into her room and shooting her in the face but, unfortunately, she was your only way out of here.
Now the gun was amazing; with just a few bullets the Searchers and the Butcher Gang members would drop dead.
However..the only problem was that it made a lot of noise.
And, as "Alice" had warned you before, a lot of noise would attract "Bendy".
You had forgotten that one bit of advice, and now you were here, paying the price in the form of a twisted little game of "Hide n' Seek". God knows what could happen if he caught you, as many times before you had barely escaped
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Literature
Broken Inside|Darkiplier x Reader
It was just like any other day at Ego Inc.
Once the meeting had prematurely ended after it, once again, failed to yield any effective results, everybody had retreated back to their quarters. 
You, however, were walking down the hallway, humming a small tune as you made your way back to Dark's office. In your hands was a hot and steaming cup of black coffee, which he had requested that you bring to him, considering that he didn't sleep too well prior to today's meeting...or so he claimed.
'Do demons even need sleep?' Your mind pondered at this thought, but you then shook your head. 'Eh, demon or not, everyone needs their boost now and then.'

Resuming your humming, it wasn't too long before you reached his office. You knocked gently on the tall, black door. "Dark? It's me. I have your coffee."
Oddly enough, you didn't get any response.
So you knocked a bit louder the second time, just in case he didn't hear you before. "Dark? You in there?"
Now you did get a response
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It's Friday the 13th!! by ClanWarrior It's Friday the 13th!! :iconclanwarrior:ClanWarrior 21 6
Literature
Kinemortophobia|Robbie x Reader
Kinemortophobia.
The irrational fear of zombies.
It seemed like a stupid phobia to have. But, unfortunately, it's one you have been dealing with for as long as you could remember. You had no clue if there was something from your childhood that sparked your deep-rooted fear of the undead....it just kinda..popped up out of nowhere.
And it was unfortunate because you once enjoyed classic zombie flicks such as "Night of the Living Dead".....and now you would quickly switch the channel in a cold sweat if you saw a commercial for "The Walking Dead" playing on T.V.
The other egos knew about and understood your fear, except for Anti and Robbie.
You practically paid them to keep their mouth shut about it when they were around the glitchy demon, for fear that he would find ways to taunt and/or torment you with your ridiculous phobia. Plus, with his slit neck and all...he was, in your eyes, undead, so you always tried to stay at least 10 feet away from him.
And then there was Robbie,
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A Demon's Birthday|Antisepticeye x Reader
"Hey, Anti?"
"Hmm?" The glitch hummed as he laid down in your bed, staring up at the ceiling absentmindedly, debating whether or not he should throw his knife up at it.
"Have you seen Tumblr recently? It's practically blowing up with birthday notifications for you," you chuckled, scrolling through the tags and seeing all of the Anti fanart, edits, etc., with birthday wishes attached to many of them.
It seemed that everybody has established today as Anti's birthday, given that it marked the first day that he was seen on Jack's channel. But it made sense, though.
"Wait..seriously?" Anti blinked slowly, sitting up and glancing over to see you on your computer, before he glitched beside you to take a look. His eyes widened in slight surprise. "Ahh...how nice of them." He grinned, though moments later it faded as another thought crossed his mind. "But...do the others know or..?"

You simply shrugged in response, although deep down, you knew that th
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Literature
Overworked|Shawn Flynn x Reader
~Shawn's POV~

"I don't be seein' what the big deal is. So what if I went and painted some of those Bendy dolls with a crooked smile? That's sure no reason for Mr. Drew to be flyin' off the handle at me! And if he really wants to be so helpful, he could be tellin' me what I'm to be doin' with this warehouse I got full of that angelwhatchimacallit! Not a scrap of that mess be sellin'. Probably have to melt it all down to be rid of it all."
After pressing the stop button on the diary cassette, I propped the old device against the wall before leaning back in my chair.
"Ugh...why am I still at this godforsaken job?" I groaned to no one in particular as I brought my hands to the sides of my head, gently rubbing my temples to soothe the massive headache that was pounding against every inch of my skull.
I didn't really care that I had ink all over my hands. There was really no point in washing them off, as they were just gonna get stained again.
With a sigh, my gaze shifted
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Literature
Not a Freak|Marvin x Magician!Reader
"I think I finally figured it out, [y/n]!"
'What did you figure out?" You asked the magician, sitting on his bed and tilting your head to the side as you watched him grab his spellbook with certain haste.
Marvin spun around to face you, a wide grin on his face. "The ability to shapeshift! It's something I've been studying for months..and I think I can finally do it."
"Oh?" You raised an eyebrow, surprised. "Are you gonna turn yourself into a giraffe?"
"Oh no..although that would be pretty cool, wouldn't it?" A chuckle escape his lips as he looked down at his book, flipping through several pages. "But..it's something very simple and basic....a cat." He pouted slightly, although his smile returned soon after. "Aha..here we are."
Marvin then set down the book, taking off his mask, which was something he rarely ever did. "It..would be better if I didn't have this on once I become a cat, or else it'd be a pain in the ass to take off."
Nodding in understanding, you sat crisscross
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The Rise|BATIM x Reader (Part 3)
Small note: Considering how long the in-game chapter is, the other half of this story will be in Part 4. So do not worry~!
As always, be aware that this obviously contains spoilers for Chapter 3. Read on your own accord~!
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Tick-tock
Tick-tock
The ticking of a nearby clock was the first thing you heard when you opened your eyes. With a slight groan, you rubbed the side of your head, before sitting up slowly. "Where..am I..?"
Glancing down, you realized you were in some sort of cot. 'How did I...get here..?' Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. 'Last time I checked..I was running from Bendy...and then..I saw Boris-'
And just like that, all of your memories came flooding back to you: The Ink Machine, the demonic Bendy, the Searchers, Sammy Lawrence, and...Boris.
You must have passed out earl
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Trick-Or-Treating|Antisepticeye x Reader
"This is dumb..."
"What's dumb?"
"This whole...concept of "Trick-or Treatin'". So we just go to a random person's house and expect them to give us candy?"

"Only if their lights are on or if they have a bunch of Halloween decorations....like that one over there!"
A grin appeared on your face as you pointed to a house down the street. The yard was practically strewn with decorations and props that made it look like a graveyard. Not to mention you could see purple fog and faintly hear spooky sounds coming from that same place.
"That looks like a good place to start. Let's go." You began to walk, but you then stopped and glanced back to see that Anti was not moving. He looked rather hesitant, and you understood why.
It was your idea to take the demon out Trick-Or-Treating this Halloween. There was no particular reason why, you just wanted him to get the full-on "experience".
However, he refused to dress up as anything, insisting that he alone looked terrifying enough. You co
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Celine/Darkiplier/Damien Moodboard
Welp..I gotta say when I made this aesthetic the other way my heart was hurting a little :'V

But anywho I was debating about posting this since ya'll are crying over my other two stories buuuuut hey....if I gotta suffer I'm taking you all with me ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

Hope ya'll like~:heart:

Please do not edit or repost to any other site plz
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'Where has that doofus gone? I haven't seen him at all today...'

That thought had clouded your mind from the moment you stepped into the meeting room of the egos.

Everybody was there...except for Wilford.

It was most unusual considering that he was typically the first person in the room. On any other day, you'd see him bouncing around and giggling to himself, eager to discuss his so-called "revolutionary plan" to take over Mark's channel once they've arrived.

Now, least to say, you didn't think his "Markiplier T.V" idea was going to get them very far, but who were you to judge? He might've been crazy, but that didn't mean he wasn't a smart man.

Back to the subject at hand, the meeting had to be called off after 10 minutes had passed and Wilford did not walk through the door. Before you left, however, Dark had tasked you with finding him...and he expected you to not come back empty-handed.

But now you felt like giving up.

You've searched high and low, asking the others if they knew of the pink mustached-man's whereabouts...but even they were not sure where he may have gone.

So you decided to head back to the breakroom to relax for a little while and resume your search later on.

Humming a small tune, you walked over to the coffee machine to get yourself a nice, refreshing boost of caffeine. But then you noticed the calendar up on the wall and paused, seeing that there was a circle around one of the dates.

Though it wasn't just any date...

It was Friday the 13th, a day that you, Wilford, and Dark all faintly remembered.

'Wait..what's today?' You wondered, realizing that you never had the chance to check for today's date. And so you quickly took your phone out to check.....and you felt your heart sink into your stomach as you realized...

That day, Friday the 13th, is today.

"Shit..." You mumbled to yourself, shoving your phone back into your pocket as you bolted out of the breakroom and towards the flight of stairs, knowing exactly where your friend was.
......

By the time you reached the rooftop of the building, your legs were aching and screaming for rest. But you managed to ignore the pain as you walked towards the metal door and opened it, leading you directly outside.

The moment you stepped out was when you saw Wilford sitting near the edge of the building, although not too close to it. His back was turned to you and he seemed to be mumbling gibberish to himself.

Of course, this was not a new sight for you.

Yes, you were there in that cursed mansion, where the friends you loved and cherished more than anything else in the world were torn apart, shattered, and murdered over the span of four days. And while you had fled along with Benjamin and the Chef, you returned not too long after to find William stumbling around, laughing and calling out the names of the two people you knew were no longer alive. It was clear he had descended into madness, the once confident and sane colonel now a mere shadow of his former self......and it completely and utterly broke your heart.

Then Dark appeared to both of you, explaining how he was both Celine and Damien. They shared both a single body and a burning desire for revenge against the one who wronged them. This obviously became an immense shock to you, but you eventually came to understand....but William...William simply laughed, saying how it was the best prank they've ever pulled on him and asked Dark where they were for real.

Neither of you had the heart to tell him that the seer and mayor no longer existed in the physical world....and that he would never truly see them again.

And ever since that fateful day, Willia--Wilford had clung to the belief that they were out there somewhere, living their lives to the fullest. 

And on every Friday the 13th, he would come up here, where it was quiet and he could be alone, and spend hours reminiscing about the fun times. Either you or Dark would visit him and console him, and when he'd ask if they were still around, you'd tell him yes.

But as the years passed, it became harder for you to hide the truth from him, although Dark insisted you did it for his sake...and for their sake.

You quietly shut the door behind you, letting out a quiet sigh to let the journalist know that you were present.

"A-Ah..h-hello [y/n]..."

That did not sound like the cheery and bubbly voice you grew accustomed to hearing everyday, even on a day like this. Something about his new tone didn't sit right with you at all. It sounded... depressed, heartbroken, and melancholic, something which Wilford typically excelled at concealing with a happy facade.

"Wilford? You okay?" You asked him cautiously, taking slow steps over to where he was.

Even if you and him were friends who went way back, you were aware that he would put a bullet in you without a second thought, all because of what happened to them that made him believe that death was only a temporary thing....and that everybody comes back after dying.

"O-Oh...everything's just s-swell," Wilford mumbled, not turning around to face you as he bowed his head. "Everything's d-dandy...e-everything is..f..f-fine.." His voice became even more shaky as he spoke..and you knew for a fact that he wasn't fine.

Sighing once more, you took a seat next to him, and that was when you saw the cane--Damien's cane--cradled in his arms....the only memory he had left of him.

When you looked over, you could see the tears pricking the corners of his eyes as he rocked himself back-and-forth, inhaling and exhaling shaky breaths.

You swallowed the lump in your throat. There was absolutely no way you could break it to him when he was like this.

Not today....not this time.

"E-Every year..it...i-it gets harder for m-me to believe it, [y/n]..."

You blinked in surprise, your stomach tying itself into a knot as Wilford spoke those words.

This wasn't something he's said in years past.

"...a-and...I don't kn-know why.." He bit his lower lip softly, trying to suppress the sob that wanted to tear its way out of him, before he glanced over at you. "But s-surely..we..w-we would've heard f-from them by now, right? I mean of course wh-what had happened..w-was most certainly a-a traumatizing experience for...a-all of us but..."

"Will...c'mere.." You sighed, lifting your arm towards him, offering to him a hug that he so desperately needed after all that he's been through--the wars, the safari, the mayhem at the mansion...everything that played a role in turning him into the broken man he was today.

"I-I don't know why I-I'm so sad, [y/n]," he whimpered, "y-you're still here, Damien i-is still here, a-and...and Celine is still h-here...r-right? Tell me I-I'm right...t-tell me I-I didn't kill anybody..." His shaking hands gripped the cane even tighter as he gave you a crazed, yet pleading, look. "Please...j-just tell m-me..."

As much as you hated to lie to him, you knew that saying anything else or even hesitating to give him an answer would send him into a panic. You've learned that after the first time.

"Yes, William," you said to him, a fake smile plastered to your face. "Everyone's still here...and you did not kill anybody."

Hearing those words was all it took for Wilford to finally accept your offer. However, you didn't expect him to suddenly drop the cane, throw both of his arms around you, and hug you so tightly that you could hear every bone in you crack.

"Th-Thank y-you...th-thank you, thank you, thank you...." He repeated those words over and over again like a broken record as he cried into your shoulder, quivering as though he were a child trapped in the midst of a raging thunderstorm.

You adjusted your arms so now they were both wrapped comfortably and securely around the journalist. 'There..that should be better..' Another soft sigh escaped your lips as you rocked him slightly, running a hand up and down his back.

In that moment, neither of you had noticed the presence of the demon himself.

He had come up to console Wilford, having also failed to realize what today was, although he stopped when he saw that you beat him to the punch.

But the two souls that resonated within his very being were, for once, silent as they witnessed the heartbreaking scene before them. It nearly brought them both to tears, but they knew they had to remain strong.

As much as it pained them to keep lying to him...they knew it was for the best.

Swallowing back the lump in his throat, Dark adjusted his suit and tie, cracking his neck like he had done many times in the past, before he walked towards you, willing to help you comfort his dear, old friend.
Never Forget|Wilford Warfstache x Reader
Requested by :iconremedyshipsit: (I'msosorryyousaidyouwantedaWarfstachestoryandthisiswhatmystillheartbrokenasscameupwith)

HAHAHA

Ya'll thought I'd forget about Wilford in all of this Angst?? Think again fools~

*fingerguns out of the room, laughing as tears stream down my face*

I wrote this around 10PM-Midnight because I knew that my idea would be gone in the morning. But yeah, I do have a feeling that on every Friday the 13th, Wilford would remember all the shit that went down and it leaves him just...mixed with so many emotions.

But..what if he starts to lose his hopes of reuniting with Celine and Damien as each year passes? Jeez,,, that would fuk me up, my dudes.. :(

Anywho, I think we can all agree that our pink-mustached murder boi needs just as much love as Dark rn...and so I wrote this ^^

So with that, hope ya'll enjoy the story~:heart:

(And I'll apologize beforehand for any tears that I may cause ya'll to shed :'v )
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It was just another day in the Septic household....where you were all arguing over which Halloween movie you wanted to watch.

Since the egos all had distinct personalities, it was no surprise that they would have different and specific tastes in films, while you and Jack really settled for anything that was good.

However, you noticed that the only one who wasn't in the debate was Anti. You glanced over at him for a brief moment to see a scowl on his face as he twirled his knife in his hand absentmindedly, watching the scene before him.

His eyes soon met yours, and his frown only deepened, so you looked away just in time to see Jackieboy Man trying to grab the remote out of Henrik's hands. 

"Hey! Stop zis childish behavior at vonce, Jackieboy!" The German growled. "I zought you vere more mature zen zat!"

"Well as the hero I think I should choose the movie that's best for all of us!" The superhero snapped back at him.

"Oh yeah, up vith ze old "I'm ze hero so I can do vhatever I vant to" bullshit again.." Henrik rolled his eyes. "Zat's you excuse for everyzing, isn't it?"

"N-Now..now.." Marvin chuckled nervously, using his magic to keep the two from tearing each other apart. "There's no need for this to escalate into something bigger.."

"Looks like it already has.." Chase mumbled. "But anyway I think we should watch-"

"How 'bout a good old documentary of Chernobyl?" Angus cut him off. "Lotsa crazy shit goes down there..and it's quite scary t' say the least."

"Eh I'm thinkin' of those classic horror flicks from the 1920's," Shawn suggested.

Robbie then opened his mouth to add his opinion. "R..Robbie wants to wa-"

"É̀͠V̵͘͟ER͜͏Y̢ON̶̷E͝ ͢J̛U̵͡͝Ś̷͘T͢ ͢SH͞U͝T͘͝ ̧͢T͟H̀E ̢F͘Ú̕͘C̵͢K ̷̴͠U̶P̨!̨̡!!͟"

You and the other egos immediately fell silent, frozen in fear as you all turned to look at Anti, who was standing up and glowering down at you. He had his knife gripped tightly in his hands as he huffed and puffed angrily.

"I get it.." The demon began. "We all got different opinions...but why the fuck didn't anyone ask for mine?! Am I suddenly invisible to ya?!"

'...what? That's what he was worried about? I thought it was our arguing that irritated him...' You thought, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion, before you turned to Anti with a frown.

"Anti..you haven't said a word since you walked in here..so..we figured-"

"What? That I didn't care? That I didn't wanna be a part of this..conversation? Even now you all still like to avoid me like the plague!" His eyes turned pitch black as he spoke.

The egos all exchanged glances, shock and confusion written all over their faces. However you, on the other hand, were growing annoyed with how Anti was getting so worked up for no reason.

"Hey, don't get mad at them," you growled, "they thought they'd be be nice enough to invite you to watch a movie with us and yet here you are complaining about noth-"

But once again you were cut short.

"Nothing?! You've been ignoring me for the past half hour arguing about what the fuck ya wanna watch!! If I knew that was gonna happen I wouldn't have come down here!!"

That was the final straw, with the arguing and him cutting you off and acting like a child..you've just about had enough of his behavior. You were hoping this would be a nice evening where all of you would come together and watch Halloween movies.

"[Y/n] just let it go." Jack warned you, seeing that you were about to say something you were probably going to regret. "It's not worth-"

"No, Sean.." You huffed, anger blazing in your eyes as you glowered at him. "Maybe Anti's right. Maybe he should've just stayed in his damn room if all he's ever gonna do down here is bitch and moan like the attention-seeking prick he is!!"

There was a gasp, and you glanced back at Anti, your anger dispersing the moment you saw his expression.

He looked...incredibly hurt and taken aback by your remark.

Shit.

"A-Anti..I..I didn't mean-"

But the demon then scowled, although you could see tears fill his eyes, before he glitched out of the room.

Everybody was still silent in shock, and you immediately wished you kept your mouth shut and try to calm him...instead of rising up to his level of anger.

Finally, Chase broke the tense silence with a laugh.

"Wow...holy shit you actually back-talked Anti!" He chuckled, clapping his hands. "That takes guts t-" The ego in the snapback immediately shut up as you all glared at him. He sweatdropped nervously, although he was confused when you stood up. "Where you going, [y/n]? We still have to decid-"

"I..I need to apologize to Anti first," you muttered, not turning around to face him as you sighed shakily, running your fingers through your hair. "I fucked up and....I-I'll be back in a bit."

Before any of them could protest, you walked out of the living room and to Anti's room.

Once you arrived at your destination, you could see that the door was open a crack. You carefully and quietly peered in to see the demon lying on his bed, gripping his pillow tightly with his face buried into it.

Another piece of your heart broke as you saw him there. You knew for a fact that he wasn't asleep.

"A-Anti? It's me.." Knocking on the door a bit, the noise seemed to startled him as he lifted his head up and stared at you with wide eyes. You could see that they were incredibly puffy and red, along with dark circles underneath them....though you weren't sure if that was from the lighting.

But once he saw that it was you, a frown appeared on his face as he laid back down. "Wh..what do ya want? If you're here to apologize...then forget it," he grumbled in a wavering voice before hiding his face again. "J-Just go watch your fuckin' movie without me...."

However, you didn't want to do that. 

Instead you walked inside, closing the door behind you so nobody would intrude. The moment you did, however, you could feel just how chilly it was. The whole atmosphere of the room crackled with heavy static and glitches, which seemed to grow more intense as you walked closer to Anti's bed.

"Anti..I'm not here to just apologize," you told him as you climbed onto it and sat down with your back against the headboard. He was lying in the middle of the bed, so you had plenty of room to sit. "Listen..I-"

"N-No...don't.."

You glanced down at him, tilting your head to the side in confusion. "Don't what?"

"It's..it's my f-fault for fuckin' up everythin'..." He sniffled, lifting his head up to look at you. And you could see how damp the indent in his pillow was. 

"What do you mean by that?"

"Y-You all keep invitin' me down there to play g-games or watch movies or whatever," Anti explained, swallowing the lump in his throat before continuing. "B-But..a-all I do is...e-end up ruinin' e-everythin'." His eyes got teary as he shoved his face back into the pillow once more, squeezing it tighter. "Y-You're right...I-I deserve to s-stay up here..alone a-and-"

"Anti, honey, you know none of that is true," you sighed sadly. Reaching your hand down, you gently stroked his messy, green hair in an effort to comfort him as you heard small, muffled sobs start to come from his form.

Of course, you knew that the demon had his off-days, especially since he wasn't too comfortable being around the people he had killed and attempted to kill just yet, but none of them were as bad as this.

"You deserve to be with us and have a good time, not stay up here and wallow in sadness all day."

"Wh-What I don't get i-is...is why I'm so fuckin' d-depressed about this now. I-I've been dealin' with this shit for so long...I-I shouldn't be cryin' like a-"

"Anti..could you look at me, please?"

The demon seemed hesitant, but after a few moments he raised his head up again. You could feel your heart twist in pain as you saw his tear-streaked face.

"After dealing with such feelings for so long..of course it's gonna come back and hit you out of nowhere. That's perfectly normal...it happens to all of us. There's no shame in crying about it now."

Anti sniffled lightly, rubbing his nose a little. "Y-Ya sure..?"

You nodded in response, giving him a small smile as you continued stroking his hair. "It's okay for you to feel other emotions besides anger. We know for a fact that's not all that you're made up of, despite how you've presented yourself in front of a camera."

He remained silent, and so you took that as a sign to continue.

"Look..the point is..I never meant all of those awful things I said," you sighed, wanting to get straight to the point and be upfront with him. "It's not like me to lose my temper at all. I'm sorry if it seemed like we've been ignoring you. From here on out...I promise we'll include you more in stuff..."

His lips twitched up into the tiniest of smiles at your words.

"...but you have to speak up about it."

His smile faded and he pouted childishly.

"C'mon Anti...you may be able to get inside our heads...but we can't tell what's going on in yours, unless we use Marvin's magic somehow but...y-you get my point."

"I...I guess?" Anti shrugged, chuckling lightly before he sighed and let go of the pillow, sitting up. "But...alright..I'll try to do that instead of sittin' around like a whiny little arse." He glanced over at you, his eyes showing a small hint of guilt. "And I..I'm sorry for my outburst....but..it's just the only way I've ever-"

Without warning, he was suddenly pulled into your embrace. "G-Gah! What are you-?!"

"I forgive you."

He froze up for a moment, blinking with surprise. "Y...You really forgive me that quick?"

"Of course," you replied as you hugged him gently. "It's Halloween...your favorite time of the year, and the last thing I want is to have some stupid argument with you. So please don't hide away from us anymore, alright? We'll work on helping you make amends with the others...however long it takes, but only if you let us."

For several moments longer, the demon remained silent, but then he sighed and hugged you back. "Fine..." He muttered as he rested his head on your shoulder. "...th-thank ya for comin' up here, [y/n]. I...really needed the talk..."

"You're welcome. Now..speaking of Halloween, did you want to suggest a movie?"

"Um..I..I was thinking "Nightmare Before Christmas" or somethin'..."

"I think that's a great idea, Anti."

He tensed up a little with surprise, although he relaxed and sighed in relief. "Alright..we should probably go tell 'em before they start killin'-"

*CRASH*

"-each other.."

The two of you let go and soon quickly made your way to the living room, which grew completely silent as you entered. Anti first apologized to the egos for his ouburst, saying that you and him made up, before suggesting that they should all watch "The Nightmare Before Christmas".

Surprisingly, everybody agreed on that idea and, finally, settled down to watch it. 

And as you did so, nobody noticed that the glitchy demon was actually cuddled up beside you, a smile on his face as he rested his head on your shoulder.

You blushed slightly at this, but said nothing as you put your arm around him and continued watching the T.V, surrounded by all of your friends.
Argument|Antisepticeye x Reader
Okie so somebody did request a story where Anti and the Reader get into some sort of fight....but my dumbass forgot to get the name down. So if you're the person that requested this, PLEASE let me know.

But anywho, my gallery's literally becoming a shrine of Anti x Readers at this point, so I think I'm gonna take a break from making anymore for a little while. Sorry Anti buuuuut I gotta give ma other boys some love, too *cough*lookingatyouDark*cough*

So yeah ^^ I'm actually being productive today since I've been running on Monster Energy since 11 AM :dummy: So ya'll get TWO wonderful fics today~!!

With that being said, hope ya'll enjoy the story~:heart:
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You sat in the Little Miracle Station, curled up on the floor of it.

While it was fairly cramped and the seat would have probably been more comfortable, you knew that sitting on it would increase the ink demon's chances of finding you in there ten-fold.

In your trembling hands was the Tommy Gun, which "Alice" was kind enough to give you as you unwillingly carried out her little tasks. You considered just storming into her room and shooting her in the face but, unfortunately, she was your only way out of here.

Now the gun was amazing; with just a few bullets the Searchers and the Butcher Gang members would drop dead.

However..the only problem was that it made a lot of noise.

And, as "Alice" had warned you before, a lot of noise would attract "Bendy".

You had forgotten that one bit of advice, and now you were here, paying the price in the form of a twisted little game of "Hide n' Seek". God knows what could happen if he caught you, as many times before you had barely escaped his clutches.

Speaking of the ink demon, you jumped a bit when you could heard his footsteps, which grew progressively louder as he neared your location.

Thump

Thump

Thump


'Please don't find me..'
 Clapping a hand over your mouth to cover up your shaky breathing, you closed your eyes and tried to calm yourself down. Instead of panicking you figured that you should run an escape plan through your head:

'Listen..it's gonna be okay..you're armed with a powerful weapon. Even if it doesn't kill him, it will at least stun him. That should be enough time to get away and hide somewhere else. Besides..he limps often so you should be able to outrun him no prob-'

BANG

Without warning, the door to the Miracle Station rattled loudly, making you snap out of your thoughts and yelp in surprise. After realizing what you did, your eyes widened as you clamped your hands over your mouth once more, praying that he didn't hear you.

Unfortunately, your prayers were not answered today as the door swung open and you looked up, horrified, to see the ink demon looming over you.

He had found you.

He stared down at you with that haunting, permanent grin on his face, his growls chopped up as though he was laughing at your pathetic, terrified state.

And you were frozen, although once you saw him reached down to grab you, that was when you snapped out of it and grabbed the Tommy Gun. 

"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME MONSTER!!" You screamed, anger blazing in your eyes and tears streaking down your face as you fired at him without any hesitation. "Bendy" let out a screeching noise, staggering backwards and shielding his face with his arms.

You seized the opportunity, crawling past him and jumping to your feet, before taking off down the corridor.

But then...you heard what sounded like a...whimper?

Skidding to a stop, you slowly glanced over you shoulder to see that "Bendy" had fallen to his knees, his back turned to you. He seemed to be covering his face still and his shoulders were shaking a little.

'Did I..really hurt him that badly?' Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, although the whines of pain that came from his form continued to persist.

With a sigh, you walked back towards him. 'Well I can't leave him like this...I have to put an end to his suffering...just like I did with Norman.' You shivered slightly as you recalled your encounter with "The Projectionist" as "Alice" called him.

The poor guy had been wading around in the inky waters of Level 14, the light on his projector head flashing constantly. With just a few bullets you had ended his misery...he surely would have thanked you for it.

Now you sought to do the same with the whimpering ink demon before you.

You knew he wasn't the real Bendy, but yet another tortured soul wandering a studio that was once filled with hopes and dreams.

He didn't deserve to live like this.....nobody did.

"I'm sorry, pal.." You whispered softly as you reloaded the Tommy Gun, before you aimed it at him. "But it'll be over soon-"

However, before you could pull the trigger, you heard "Bendy"'s whimpers transition into...eerie chuckles as he slowly rose to his feet.

Your stomach did a backflip as he turned his head to look over his shoulder, staring at you with an eerie grin. There were no bullet holes in his face at all....even though you knew for a fact that you shot him at point-blank range.

Before you had time to react, "Bendy" lunged at you, swiping the gun from your hands with ease. You screamed from horror, watching as he snapped it into two pieces, as though it was a mere twig, before tossing it aside and chuckling once more.

You tried to make a run for it, but as you moved, you could feel the floor growing soft and wet, slowing your pace with each step you took. It was almost as if you were trudging through deep waters....

Wait..

Looking down, you realized that you were now knee-deep in ink.

"Fuck! It's like Level 14 all over again!" You grumbled, pushing yourself forward in an effort to get away from the ink demon.

However, when you looked behind you.....you didn't see him anymore.

It was almost as if he vanished into-

A splash, followed by a loud growl startled you, making you glance back and gasp as you saw "Bendy" rise up from the inky pool.

"N-No....p-please....." A small whimper escaped your lips as you stumbled backwards, only to trip on something and fall into the pool, your whole body becoming soaked in the cursed liquid.

"Bendy" simply laughed at your terrified state, your frightened expression giving him a feeling of joy...something that he hadn't experienced in 30 years, before he crouched down, like a predator awaiting to pounce on their prey.

"N-NO!!! JOEY DON'T DO THIS!!!!"

However, you final, desperate plea for mercy fell on deaf ears....as he lunged and your screams echoed throughout the abandoned studio.
Hide n' Seek|'Bendy' x Reader
Requested by :iconshadathedgehog:

Who wants some sp00ky Bendy stories?

Anyone...? Only me...?

Okie :')

Anywho, I did watch a few videos of players who are hiding in the LMS and they see "Bendy" walking around, trying to find them...but in one he actually sees them hiding and goes after them. I figured that's just a bug because that defeats the whole purpose of the stations to begin with....but it was nevertheless a bit terrifying to see xD

And also...the Tommy Gun, while it is the most powerful weapon thus far, cannot kill "Bendy" at all, which makes sense lol But I wish it could at least stun him and give players enough time to get away and hide. Just a thought ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

But anyways, hope ya'll enjoy this story~:heart:
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It was just like any other day at Ego Inc.

Once the meeting had prematurely ended after it, once again, failed to yield any effective results, everybody had retreated back to their quarters. 

You, however, were walking down the hallway, humming a small tune as you made your way back to Dark's office. In your hands was a hot and steaming cup of black coffee, which he had requested that you bring to him, considering that he didn't sleep too well prior to today's meeting...or so he claimed.

'Do demons even need sleep?' Your mind pondered at this thought, but you then shook your head. 'Eh, demon or not, everyone needs their boost now and then.'

Resuming your humming, it wasn't too long before you reached his office. You knocked gently on the tall, black door. "Dark? It's me. I have your coffee."

Oddly enough, you didn't get any response.

So you knocked a bit louder the second time, just in case he didn't hear you before. "Dark? You in there?"

Now you did get a response this time, however...it was in the form of shaky breaths and small whimpers of pain. You blinked in surprise, worry forming a knot in your stomach as you gripped the doorknob. "Hey, is everything alri-?""

But when you opened the door, you nearly dropped the cup in your hand when you saw the state of the room.

It was like a tornado had touched down inside of it: there were papers, ripped up and crumbled up all over the floor, holes in the walls that appeared as though somebody had punched them, a shattered lamp on the floor as well.

And in the middle of it all was Dark, who was sitting behind the desk, hunched over with his head buried into his hands. Even his usually neat hair and suit were a hot mess...just like the rest of his office was.

"Holy shit.."

"William I-!"

You jumped a bit, almost spilling the drink once more as he suddenly snapped his head up, his dark eyes wide and terrified. But once he realized it was only you, he relaxed a little, before drawing in a deep, shuddering breath. "O-Oh..it's..only you.." He mumbled, his face settling into a frown as he brushed his unkempt bangs to the side. "Just...leave the coffee-"

"Dark..what happened?" Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you entered, setting the coffee down next to the door. "Why's your office like this? And..and who is Will-?"

"J-Just..leave, please.." Dark turned his head away from you, squeezing his eyes shut and gritting his teeth together.

He didn't want you to see him like this...

Not while their loud voices, filled with anger and anguish, were pounding against every inch of his skull, nearly drowning out your soft, gentle voice entirely.

One was screaming for you to get out and leave them alone...

The other was crying for you to stay and help them in their despair...

And the final one was silent, knowing that it had no choice in the matter...

Feeling a hand on his shoulder, Dark glanced over, flinching back as he saw that you were now seated next to him, having taken the chair in front of his desk.

"Dark, I'm not gonna just walk out like there isn't anything wrong.." You frowned slightly at him, taking your hand off his shoulder. "...you can tell me..it's okay. I promise, whatever you say will not leave this room. I swear it."

The demon stared back at you, blinking slowly, as he debated on whether or not to tell you. For the longest time now, you and him have been on good terms. You'd always stop by his office to deliver him coffee, talk to him about various subjects, or simply sit in silence and allow him to vent his frustrations over the lack of progress he and the Ipliers were making to you.

Above all else, though, you were the first human being he would actually consider as....a friend.

But could he really confide in you about his past? For all he knows..it could scare-

He shook his head, clearing that thought.

No..you would listen. You always did, no matter what.

You didn't break promises..... unlike Mark.

"A-Alright. I'll tell you. It's a very long story but....I need to get it off my chest and-"

"It's okay, Dark," you reassured him, a tiny smile on your face. "Just take your time."

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he did open his mouth to speak, but it was at that moment that everything came crashing down at once....as instead his head fell into his hands once more, his body now wracking with dry, heartbroken sobs.

Your smile faded in an instant as you stared at him with wide eyes.

Never in your life have you seen the usually calm and collected ego break down like this.

Dark then poured his entire heart out to you, explaining how he was created after a poker night gone horribly wrong, how Mark had tricked everybody and turned them against each other, how the Colonel, aka Wilford, went mad and shot him, and how he was now two people: Mayor Damien and Celine--two, tortured, broken souls starving for vengeance..and for a life they won't ever get back.

What was even worse, he told you, was that the pair was always fighting...always, and it made him wish there was something he could do to stop it.

After listening to his tragic tale, you nearly started crying yourself, not realizing why he was so hellbent on getting revenge on Mark after all these years until now...

It wasn't because he had ignored him...but because he had betrayed them, taking their trust and shattering it into tiny pieces. And now they made him into this...this broken shell of a man, fueled by nothing more than sheer heartbreak.

Once he had finished, you said nothing. You were unsure of what to say to him exactly, but the one thing you did know was that he needed comfort now more than ever.

Scooting your chair closer, you slowly wrapped your arms around Dark, drawing him into your embrace. At first you were a little scared that he was going to push you away or snap at you. But instead he almost immediately returned the hug, resting his head against your chest as tears poured from his eyes, finally letting out all of the pain he had kept bottled up for so long.

All the while, you simply hushed him, combing your fingers through his raven locks and letting your warmth console him.

You've learned that sometimes..silence was better than words.

Suddenly, you felt his body glitch, and you found yourself now holding a crying woman. She was dressed in black and was glowing red. 'This must be Celine..' You thought, but nevertheless still comforted her, rubbing her back in a soothing manner.

Then she glitched, too, and you felt the weight against you increase. This time it was a man in a tuxedo, with slicked-back hair and a blue aura surrounding him, in your arms. 'And this is Damien...'

"Th-Thank you [y/n]..." The mayor wept in a soft, gentle, and echoing voice, embracing you even tighter. "..th-thank you for listening t-to us..."

"You're welcome.." You replied back, brushing your lips against his hairline before giving him a gentle kiss. "I..I'm so sorry about what happened to you guys.....you didn't deserve this...none of you did."

Damien sniffled lightly in response, before sitting up, although he still kept his arms wrapped around you. "It's..it's alright. This is the way things are now. We can't change it. But..now you know-"

"-the truth." His body glitched back to Celine, who had a sad, teary smile on her face. "We..we've been hiding this from the others for so long that we just..needed to tell someone about it-"

"-even if it only took a little bit of the pain away."
 You were met with Damien once more.

With a small sigh, you managed to give him a smile of your own. "Well..thank you guys for trusting me. But..is there anything else I could do for you?"

He shook his head. "You've done more than enough for us."

"But we'll be...alright,"
 Celine spoke now. "Thank you again, [y/n]."

You nodded in understanding, giving her one last hug before her body glitched and Dark was finally back to normal. 

With a deep sigh he pulled away from your embrace, and you let go of him as well. He leaned back in his chair, rubbing his eyes tiredly before he dropped his arm and stared up at the ceiling.

"You okay, Dark?"

The demon glanced at you, nodding his head slowly, although you could see that there was the ghost of a small smile on his face.

For the first time in years..the voices have gone quiet, and he welcomed the blissful silence.
Broken Inside|Darkiplier x Reader
Requested by :iconnarutofoxlover:

Wowie I nearly made myself crai while writing this TwT

But tbh when I woke up today..I wondered if what had happened in WKM was all just a dream........and then I checked Tumblr and realized that YES DARK IS A FUSION OF TWO PEOPLE WHO DESERVED WAY BETTER AND THE COLONEL BECAME WILFORD VIA A BREAKDOWN

So this story takes place years later, when Dark had gathered the Ipliers together as we've seen in Markiplier T.V. I feel that on every Friday the 13th...he kinda remembers what happened during the events of WKM and it just makes his break down over it D':

Seriously he needs all the love and support he can get..plz..

But anywho, hope ya'll enjoy this story~:heart: (Note I will also post this one to my Tumblr so check it out there, too!)
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ajmiller1266 Featured By Owner 1 day ago
Heyo! So, kinda random, but i just noticed that your name is Abigail. That's mine too!!
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ClanWarrior Featured By Owner 1 day ago  Hobbyist Writer
Awh that's cool ^^ Nice to meet cha Abigail
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ajmiller1266 Featured By Owner 1 day ago
Nice to meet you to! :)
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Thatknuxandsilverfan Featured By Owner 1 day ago  Student Artist
hoi wats good ?

what if .. ‘bendy’/bendy meets a gamer in the studio for the first time ever, unaware that technology has advanced ( since i think the studio was created in the 1950’s  or 1987 ) it currently being 2017, and tech is the rage these days  and bendy is basically in awe acting like a small little child. 


was also thinking about a shitty idea , bendy and pkmn crossover, cause bendy was forgotten and there’s a lot of forgotten pokémon like cacnea for example .
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ClanWarrior Featured By Owner 1 day ago  Hobbyist Writer
Everything's swell ^^

And...that actually sounds like a cute idea....hmmm....I'll add that to my list.

And Bendy as a Pokemon would be awesome, too. I could draw him as one perhaps. He could have 3 evolutions....and a Mega maybe
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Thatknuxandsilverfan Featured By Owner 1 day ago  Student Artist
that’s great

also i saw you referenced “bendy” as joey which i 100% agree with

well i mean bendy encountering a pokémon trainer maybe? he never knew about pokémon and that they even existed.

i also got me A shiny cacnea 
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SanagiCgB Featured By Owner 3 days ago  New Deviant Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thanks for the fav!
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ClanWarrior Featured By Owner 2 days ago  Hobbyist Writer
Not a prob ^^
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BabygobooM Featured By Owner Oct 7, 2017  Student
thanks for the fav
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ClanWarrior Featured By Owner Oct 7, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
No problem ^^
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