Onestots Markiplier and Jacksepticeye egos

Ze King Docter (King of FNAF & Dr Schneep merge)

King of FNAF (KOF) POV

I fumble with the keys as I unlock the door to the most terrifying place on earth, and the place I work at on a weeknight basis: Freddy Fazbears Pizzaria. As I enter the now dark and abandoned kiddy restaurant, I look around and see the familiar sights of black and white checkered floors, confetti patterned tables with party hats, little kids' drawings, and of course...the stage. Just looking at the taller-than-man-sized animatronics both made my blood boil and grow cold. I didn't stick around the main area for too long. I just know that standing where I am for too long, I might as well be the next mystery meat on the next few batches of pizza. 

I walked along the checkerboard floor with my trusty tactical flashlight, looking this way and that down the west hallway, hearing the whispers I've surprisingly gotten used to. They never made sense to me, they were just there to make me consider getting a different job. 

I pondered the question as I got myself situated in my office. When I pulled up the security monitor, I checked the stage, pirates cove, and then...the backstage.

 There was once a time when I got sick of being stressed about this job, so I took a vacation, and the person working the morning shift had to take the night shift too. I came back two weeks later, suddenly feeling a more ominous feeling in the workplace. Then I smelled a stench of...iron and rot. I knew where it came from, but I was silently praying to myself that I was wrong. Please don't do this, this can't be...I entered backstage and saw a suit in the back. It was a slightly older model of Foxy, I think, and patches of the fur were much, much, darker, and brown too. I nearly threw up from being in the same room as the stench, I was just lucky enough to puke in the nearby waste bin when I saw the dried-blood-drenched fox suit. I knew exactly who was in that suit, and all the guilt in the world crashed upon me. I was devastated, with the only thought I understood being What am I gonna do? And at that moment I looked at the suit and knew that this happened because I wasn't there. So I got up and walked to my office, surviving the night with the only thought being "If I die, then other people will replace me and die sooner."

And there I remembered why I didn't quit this job, and why I won't quit this job. It's a fight for not just my survival, but for the survival of others too.

Dr. Henric Von Schneeplestein pov

Coffee. Zhat is ze only zhing zhat matters to me vight now.

I was sitting in an old grey and rusty metal chair as I was staring at the coffee mug I had, a PMA mug, that was empty. I looked at the crappy coffee machine we had in our lounge area, listening to the mechanical droning noise as it made just-as-crappy coffee. But it was good enough to get me to stay up for the majority of the night. 

I was here mainly to watch Chase and...Jack. But of course, I had to be here in case someone else had come here in an emergency. That's the excuse I use to get these shifts anyways, not that I don't want to save the lives of other people! It's just hard to watch Chase come here every day to watch Jack's comatose state. We weren't more than acquaintances at first, but we bonded over our immense care for our dear friend Jack over time. 

Click! My thoughts are interrupted by the sudden stop of the coffee machine, as it had made the "nectar of the gods" as Jack used to say. My eyes land directly on the coffee pot as I stand up from the creaky old metal chair and make a beeline towards the cabinet, where the coffee machine was placed. I pour the bitter and dark liquid into the mug, enjoying the familiar smell of freshly made coffee. This was a drink that would usually replace most of my meals, and I still enjoy drinking a good cup of coffee. Taking a good long sip, I swiftly turn around, with my coat flowing gracefully behind me as I walk out of the staff lounge and head for Jack's room.