Markiplier Oneshots

Voodoo Doll: 1 & 2

It was just another day in the chaotic household shared by Markiplier and his friends: Bob, Wade, Jack, Ethan, and Tyler. Laughter filled the air as they gathered in the living room, where gaming consoles and snack wrappers were strewn about. Mark was known for his adventurous spirit, but this time, he had a new fascination that had piqued his interest—a peculiar voodoo doll he had stumbled upon during one of their late-night escapades.

The doll was small, adorned with colorful threads and small beads. Mark found it intriguing, a unique piece for his collection, but little did he know the powers it held.

"Dude, what are you doing with that creepy thing?" Ethan laughed, leaning over to poke at the doll.

"Hey, be careful! It's just a doll!" Mark chuckled back, playfully clutching it to his chest. "I think it has some sort of history, but I'm not sure what."

Jack raised an eyebrow. "You mean like it's possessed or something? That's awesome! We should definitely mess with it."

As the day wore on, the friends began to toy with the doll. They poked, prodded, and joked about how ridiculous it would be if it actually worked. The doll became a source of entertainment, each of them taking turns to poke it with the colorful pins they found. With each jab, they erupted into laughter, never considering the consequences.

Hours passed, and while the friends were busy having fun, Mark began to feel strange. It started as a slight discomfort in his shoulder, then intensified into a sharp pain. He brushed it off, thinking it was just muscle strain from too much gaming.

"Come on, Mark! Let's play another round!" Bob called out, unaware of the turmoil building within his friend.

"Yeah! Join us!" Tyler added, his voice filled with excitement.

But as the pain grew, Mark's laughter faded. He gritted his teeth, trying to keep his composure while the others continued their antics. His body felt heavy, and soon he found himself collapsing onto the floor, the world around him fading into a dull haze.

The friends, still lost in their playful banter, hadn't noticed Mark's absence. It wasn't until a few minutes later that Wade glanced around, realization dawning upon him. "Hey, where's Mark?"

"Probably just sulking in the corner," Ethan replied, chuckling. "You know how he gets."

"Or he's being dramatic," Jack added, rolling his eyes.

But the mood shifted as they searched the house, their laughter replaced with growing concern. They finally found him sprawled on the floor of his room, a sheen of sweat covering his forehead, his body wracked with silent pain.

"Mark!" Bob exclaimed, rushing to his side. "What's wrong?"

Mark gasped, struggling to speak. "I... I don't know. It just hurts... everywhere."

Panic set in as they exchanged worried glances. They gathered around him, each friend searching for answers. That's when Tyler spotted the voodoo doll on the desk, its pins glinting ominously under the light.

"Wait, the doll!" he shouted, holding it up. "What if it's connected to him?"

"What do you mean?" Jack asked, bewildered.

"Think about it! We poked it and... Mark is in pain!" Tyler explained, dread creeping into his voice.

Suddenly, it all clicked. Mark's discomfort, the specific spots where they had poked the doll—it all made sense. The laughter faded, replaced by a sense of urgency.

"Dude, we need to get those pins out!" Wade said, scrambling to the doll.

"Be careful!" Mark hissed, struggling to remain conscious.