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"The Author" with my brother @nickjonas is OUT NOW, and debuting it live "from my hometown" just felt right.

Hi Chip!! I’m not sure if you still are into markiplier stuff but I think about this prompt a lot so I wanted to complete it! I hope you have a lovely day c:

     Their heartbeat was loud, thundering as they hide.

     He knew they were somewhere in the room as he slowly pushes open the door but ah, of course. Not a single soul in sight. The room is fairly cluttered, with a bed pressed against a wall and a large closet against another. As he scans the room more, he notes it must have belonged to a child with all the toys and trinkets scattered around. There is even a large chest at the end of the bed. However, given how dusty and broken most things are, he knows a child has not been in here for quite some time. His dark eyes scan around the room again, hunting for his prey, and he clicks his tongue, giving away that he was in there. 

     A small whimper escapes his newest…friend and he cannot help the smile that etches its way into his face. His voice is sweet, sickeningly so as he calls out to them, 

     “Ah, come on out, pet. It is only a matter of time before I find you.” 

     He waits a moment before sighing softly and taking a step into the room. He rests his bat on his shoulder as he says, “I suppose we have to make things fun, no? Give the audience a show? Would be a very boring story with a game in it, yeah? I like how you think!”

     His laugh is borderline manic as he walks towards the chest and cracks his bat down on it, grinning as his prey shrieks. Of course, they were not in said chest but the noise was enough to send them shooting out of the closet and bolting towards the door. He laughs again, watching as the door slams shut in front of their face. 

     He points the bat at them and cocks his head, grinning still as he says, “Why must you resist? Why fight me? You have to know how pointless your struggle is, no?”

     The anger, the pure hatred, he sees as they glare at him is absolutely beautiful. The kind of emotion that sells so fantastically to audiences. He can see them shaking as they spit out, “Fuck you.”

     He clicks his tongue again, still wildly amused. “Still so much fight…Can’t cut that short can we? Very well, try running again. Maybe this time you can actually find the exit.” As he speaks, the door opens and his prey runs again.

Ty for the request! @fairyscorpicus

Ok so-

Y'all know Actor!Mark and the Author right?

Am I the only one who thinks if they ever met, they would either hate each other with a burning passion or have a amazing friendship?

I mean-

When Actor was corrupted he literally took Damien's body while Author just wanted to control people with the whole writing thing and stuff. They both seem egotistical too.

Have a rough coloured drawing of Dark and Author. And also Wilford watching in the background...

Day 2: Hot Chocolate/Cocoa