#he controls

I determine what you eat today.

I control your intake.

I͟’̵̢͘ḿ̸̧ ̴̡s̸̀o͏͘͠r͟͟r̶̶ý̨,̴̨͞ ̧͝bu̷͢͡t ́͠I̴͘͝’͏̧m̴͞ ҉͝à͜f̡ra͟i̸̸ḑ ͢ỳ̡͠o̵͠u̡̧r҉҉ ̷͢͡l̢o͜vȩ̶l̵̕͞y͟͞ ̷́ļi̛tt͏̀l̴e͢ ́͢s̶t̶͏͏o͢͏r͝y̸̴ s͟͠o̴ ̴̡̨f̡͘͢ar̢͝ ͠i̴s…̢͟l̛͜ack̛i͞n̨͡g ͟c̶̨ę͢͜r҉ţ͏a͟ín͢͠ ̕͡d̴̕et̛̕a̴͘̕il̢s҉҉.҉͞

Huh…lacking? What do you mean?

H̡̛e̢͞r͞é̡,͏̀ ̧l̸̨͠è̴͠t̵̵̛ ́͜m͜è ̸̡gi̵͢͟v̶͘e̛͜ y̶̸͠ǫ̀u͢ ̕so͟me ̧hèl͝p̸̵f̴̧͝ų͞l̶̨ s̴̴͘ùg̷̛g҉̵͟é̶̛s̸͡tioń̷s̵͡…̸

  The magnificent Darkiplier sat in his spired, bloody throne, tapping his fingers as he lay in wait for his next victim to surrender themself to his all-consuming control. Even now, when he wasn’t even trying to, the influence that flowed from him was already corrupting his host Markiplier, easily and effortlessly, as he smiled and continued to edit, unaware of the darkness taking over his subconscious. Darkiplier could simply have snapped his fingers and had the process over within seconds, but no, that would have been too easy, and besides, it was amusing to him to see just how completely oblivious Mark was to his presence here, in his feeble, cracking mind. He was even saying and acting however Darkiplier wanted him to, and he wasn’t even fully taken over yet, typing out mindless commands over and over again to all of his fans.

D҉̶óņ̸͠’͜t̕͝ ̷͟r̴͢u͞ǹ ̶͘a̴̷̧wa̧y̢̢͢

Ģ̷̸i͟͞v͘e̴ i̵n͟͡.͝͏

D҉̶óņ̸͠’͜t̕͝ ̷͟r̴͢u͞ǹ ̶͘a̴̷̧wa̧y̢̢͢

Ģ̷̸i͟͞v͘e̴ i̵n͟͡.͝͏

D҉̶óņ̸͠’͜t̕͝ ̷͟r̴͢u͞ǹ ̶͘a̴̷̧wa̧y̢̢͢

Ģ̷̸i͟͞v͘e̴ i̵n͟͡.͝͏