"Hey," one step into the recording room. "Dude," second step. "Guess what?!" You scream taking your adopter by surprise running up to the back of his black desk chair.
Again like before when confronting him during a game the chair slowly swivels revealing a nonchalant grin.
"I have a theory, dude." Your giant, maniacal smile throws Mark off guard, and he grips the arm rests in anticipation. "FNAF four to be exact."
"Conti-"
"You know the flowers you saw?"
"You saw th-"
"You weren't seeing things."
"Thank G-"
"Do you know why they were there?"
"Because..."
"My input is that you are not only the purple guy's son, but-"
"See I did-"
"The traumatizing thing you saw was your own fate."
"This boy is a fort-"
"You are the kid who was bit in the bite of '87."
"How can you see-"
"You don't want to go back, but your dad is the psychotic owner of the pizzeria."
"I thought purple guy-"
"None of the kids like you, so you never go out, and your dad locks you away because he doesn't want the public to know that you are his son."
"Harsh."
"Because you had this event happen to you you exaggerate the appearances of the animatronics."
"Makes se-"
"I'm not done, but because you were once locked away in the spare parts room you saw the disheveled old robots."
"And your point-"
"Stuff you saw wasn't that off point." You finally breathe after your spiel of words, and calmly walk off to see Mark's next episode. You just left him speechless in his chair, headphones dangling by the cord.
Yes I'm just now watching part 5
DON'T JUDGE
I KNEW IT!!!!!11!!1!
I'm so smart....
How did I do that???¿¿?
Please tell me I'm not dreaming...
YOU ARE READING
Really Mark? (adopted by Markiplier)
FanficAs 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...
