One day Poods and Marki find a compooder where they can materialize into any game. This book tells the story of the first game they chose; Five Nights at Freddy's.
-After Materialization-
"What the hell?" Poods says. "Where the fuck are we?" Mark' s eyes widen at the sight. He starts to panic. He breathes heavily as he tells Poods everything. "That's not so bad... We're both really good at this game aren't we? So we should be just fine?" Markiplier replies with "You idiot! Have you forgotten what we've gotten ourselves into?" Poods shakes his head. "Nope."
Markiplier narrows his eyes and sighs. "You don't care, do you?"
"Nope."
"Figures."
"And what's that supposed to mean?"
"It means you think everything'll just be PEACHY CLEAN JUST BECAUSE WE BEAT A VIDEO GAME!!!"
"Ayy! Don't you get that fucking attitude with meh, betch." They both laugh and run through the front door to the office and immediately sit down on a couch and a chair. "I never knew Scott put a couch in this game," Mark says. "Weeellll you know, it's behind you so obviously you wouldn't know." xDDDDD They sit and Poods takes the camera while Mark works the lights and the doors. They're all in place. Poods puts down the camera and lays down on the couch. He then hears noise and picks up the camera to see that Bonnie is gone. Mark furrows the edge of his Moustache. Poods checks to see where Bonnie has gone. He continuously moves around until he is in the hallway. He then switches over to the hall where Chica comes because they both hear her in the kitchen. Minutes later and Chica appears in the window. Mark is slapping himself now and sees yellow in his peripherals. He then proceeds to casually and nonchalantly shut the door without looking up. Bonnie is now in the supply closet. "Check the light." Pewdie tells Marksie. Mark replies "Gotcha." He turns the light on to see nothing not even close to the door. He opens up the other door to see that Chicago is gone. Pewds checks to Foxy who is still behind the curtain. Five minutes pass and Chicago had come back. Yes I meant to put Chicago. "NOT TONIGHT, ILLINOIS!!!" Poods and Mark say in Unison. Then a slam in Chica's face. Bon-Bon face goes into the party room. Of course Freddy is still on Stage. He I'd still facing the Party Room thankfully. "Creepy ass stare." Mark says. "GLAD HE'S NOT SHOWING IT." He smiles, puts his rapist face on and goes back to work. Pewds was sitting there looking Kawaii as ever. He then heard Foxy's "Doo da doo doo doo." And foxy, for the first time is walking around in the first game. He walks ever so slowly toward a camera and it looks like he starts to mouth the words. 'I'm here to help.' He then proceeds to slowly walk ALL the way to the office and stand next to the left door. He closes it, knowing that Bonnie had followed him. "How ya' doin' buddy?" Felix questions. Foxy turns and tells him. "alright, and yourshelf?" Yes, he meant to say SHELF. Pewds tells him, quite surprised, "I thought you were gonna talk like a Pirate."
"Oh no, that's only for shows. I only say matey off stage, matey. That Arr shit tires me out, and that's why I'm glad I'm no longer working all that. But this is a different universe. In here, we're not dead children's souls. We are like our own type of species. NO ONE was murdered here. But they want to murder you. And that's why I'm here to help. The 2 nod in unison. "Gotcha," they manage. "Well good thing we love us some foxy. Lead the way, good sir," Mark puffs his chest out, furrows his eyebrows downward, straightens out his lips to form a straight line all the way until his mouth can't, then holds his right hand up to his forehead. "Ready?" Foxy asks. "Ready," they say.
