"Merkimoo!" You slid down the railing of the non-circular staircase calling for your beloved care taker. "Where be thy?" You once again question his presence, and walk into the recording room.
"Merkip-" you were cut off by a scream enacting from the sound proof room.
It seems Mr.Fishbach found out you could play a demo of FNAF4.
Mark slowly turned round in his chair to face you with a nonchalant grin planted on his face.
"Never mind." You simply stated walking back into your room. You too began to play the demo.
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Really Mark? (adopted by Markiplier)
FanfictionAs an orphan since second grade you knew your way around town. Since your parents were rich fools, and bought you whatever you want, you already had a phone and a laptop. Ever since you got your own room in the orphanage you watched YouTube like it...
