Command Curse: 1 & 2

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In a bustling apartment filled with laughter and the occasional chaotic shenanigans, Markiplier—known to his friends as Mark—was sharing a cup of coffee with his girlfriend, Amy, while his friends Bob, Wade, Jack, Ethan, and Tyler were sprawled across the living room, playing video games. The air was filled with a sense of camaraderie, the kind only close friends could forge after years of collaboration and countless memories.

But one fateful evening, as they sat together, a mysterious stranger arrived at their door, cloaked in shadows and shrouded in intrigue. They introduced themselves as an enigmatic figure, an old friend of a friend who had come to warn Mark about a curse that had befallen him.

"The curse is simple," the stranger said, their voice low and eerie. "If anyone says, 'If I ask, then you shall (command),' Mark will be compelled to obey, without question or resistance. It is a binding command, one that cannot be broken without serious consequences. Be wary, for the nature of the command is limited only by the imagination."

With that, the stranger vanished as mysteriously as they had arrived, leaving the group in stunned silence.

Mark, though shaken, tried to shake off the ominous warning. "Guys, it's probably just some weird prank," he said, forcing a smile. "Let's just... forget about it."

But as the days passed, whispers of the curse lingered in the back of everyone's minds. The idea of wielding such power over Mark seemed both amusing and terrifying. The friends made a pact that they would never use the curse, but curiosity often tempted them.

One evening, the group decided to test the waters, all while Mark remained blissfully unaware. "Hey, Mark!" Jack called out, an impish grin spreading across his face. "If I ask, then you shall make us dinner!"

A palpable silence hung in the air as Mark turned to face them. His expression shifted, confusion washing over him, but then he nodded, his movements mechanical. "Okay, I'll make dinner," he said, his voice devoid of emotion.

"Wait, what?" Amy exclaimed, but it was too late. Mark walked into the kitchen, his actions seemingly controlled by an invisible force.

"Dude, did that actually work?" Wade asked, his eyes wide with disbelief.

"I didn't think it would be real!" Bob said, half-laughing, half-worried. They exchanged glances, realizing the gravity of what they had done.

In the kitchen, Mark began to chop vegetables with eerie precision. He moved swiftly, his hands working almost as if they were independent of his will. The sound of the knife hitting the cutting board echoed through the apartment.

"Mark, are you okay?" Amy called from the living room, concern etched on her face.

"I'm fine," he replied, though the words felt hollow. Inside, a storm of fear brewed. He felt trapped, unable to exert control over his own body. "I can't believe this is happening," he thought, panic rising in his chest. "What if they command something dangerous? Something I can't handle?"

Jack, Bob, and Wade watched, a mix of fascination and guilt coursing through them as they observed their friend moving around the kitchen. They began to whisper amongst themselves, the gravity of their actions sinking in.

"Guys, we need to stop this," Ethan said, his brow furrowed. "This isn't funny anymore."

"Mark!" Tyler shouted, his voice urgent. "We promise we won't use the curse again!"

But the words fell flat, as Mark remained in a trance-like state, still preparing dinner under the strange compulsion. The delicious aroma of sautéed vegetables filled the apartment, but it was laced with an unsettling tension.

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