𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚎 💔 || ☒

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Mark's pov

I groan as I feel my body wake up, my mind not agreeing.

I sit up, not seeing a use in trying to go back to sleep. I rub my eye's attempting to wype away the tired.

I take in my surroundings, the same room I woke up in yesterday. So it wasn't a dream. I look to my side, seeing an empty space, a cold vibe radiating from it.

Where did Dark go?

I shrug, looking over to the nightstand. I grab my glasses, placing them on my face, adjusting them.

"Good morning." I jump as a deep voice startles me. I look over to my left, seeing an open door, Dark leaning agenst the frame, arms crossed.

He chuckles, walking twords me. He extends his arm, handing me a list. I cautiously take it, reading over.

"It's your chores for today." Dark cuts in.

I reread the first chore, Help Chef make breakfast. I raise an eyebrow at Dark.

"Chef? Is that a nickname or...?" I questions, trailing off. "You should know, you made him up after all." Dark answers. My eye's widen.

"I made him!?" I shout in a panic.

"No no, not that way." Dark shakes his head. "You made him as you created him, like you created me. In a video. You know him as 'Master Chefiplier'." He explains.

"Chefiplier is real to?" I ask, shocked. "Yep, and that's not even the beginning my alter ego." Dark smirks, eye's gleaming. "Now get up."

"Wait, what does that mean?!" I ask, hopping up.

"You'll find out soon." Dark chuckled and walked off. I followed him downstairs, continuing to ask him questions.

Suddenly, a very good smell filled the air. I inhaled it deeply, almost drooling. "Chef! Your helper is here!" Dark hollered.

Then, another me popped his head around the corner, his bright red hair hidden under his white hat.

He smiled, he seems much more kind then Dark. "Hi Dark! Hai Mark!" He greets.

I wave, smiling as well. Dark shoved me forward to Chef, "Yeah yeah, take the slave and make breakfast." I shake a lil as I confront Chef.

"Hay, hay, it okay, Im not Dark. I'm not ganna hurt you." Chef trys to calm me.

I stop shaking, somehow trusting him alot more then Dark. He just had this weird charm.

I slowly approach him, like a hamster to it's new owner. "See? I'm good." He mutters in his deep voice. I stood up straight, silently complaining about how he was a few inches taller.

"Great to see you're less tence, but I wont blame you if your still weary." Chef said, going over to the stove.

I follow, "You can help by making another batch of batter. I already did one, and we need three." I nod as Chef pours some batter onto the pan.

I start making the batter, pouring in the ingredients. Flour, sugar, eggs, milk, and the pancake mix. I grab the electric mixer, and blend the ingredients together, making the perfect pancake batter.

I dip my finger into the batter, tasting testing.

Yep, just like momiplier used to make. I look over at the red head and see him finished with his batch.