Pretty little psycho (Mark/Darkiplier x reader) [COMPLETED]

Ch. 88: The plan (pt. 2)

The plan had begun. You were with Dark in the attic, keeping him busy.
Mark had his hands full on Warfstache, who was desperately trying to get all information on Mark's dating life. "Come on Marky? You've dated Amy, and now you're dating Y/N. Correct?"
"Yes."
"Alright, alright! Niiiice... Is she your girlfriend?"
"Well, yeah. We've never really said if like that, but I think we both know I really do love her, and she really is my girlfriend even if it's never been said in words."
"Have you fucked her?"
"Wilford!"
"What? It's just a question!"
"Come up with a different question then!"
"Fine. Is she pregnant? Have you seen her have her period in all this time you've known each other?"
"Wilford! A girl doesn't just tell her partner when she's having her period out of nowhere!" Mark yelled at Warfstache. He had to admit though, in all the time you and him had been together you had never seemed to be having your period. You hadn't even asked for tampons or anything. He figured you'd made sure to have them yourself, but he wanted to ask you about it later, just to be sure. Besides, there was no way you would've skipped your period and not be extremely worried, Mark thought as he calmed himself.
"No Wilford, she's not pregnant."

In Mark's random crap dumping room were Ellen and Ethan, asking questions to Google.
"Who wrote the Harry Potter books?"
"What is the most used software for photo editing?"
"Who are all the actors who have played the Doctor in Doctor Who?"
"Dogs or cats?"
"Who are the main characters from My Little Pony?"
"What game is probably Mark's favorite?"
"Is Scott Cawthon going to release a FNaF 6 anyway?"
"Is Ellen ever going to stop asking fandom questions?"
"Is there a human on this planet that is dumber than Ethan?"
After that last question the two were out of breath from talking so much, and looking at each other with shit-eating grins on their faces, before bursting out into laughter.
"J.K. Rowling. Photoshop. William Hartnell, Patrick Throughton, Jon Pertwee, Tom Baker, Peter Davison, Colin Baker, Sylvester McCoy, Paul McGann, John Hurt, Christopher Eccleston, David Tennant, Matt Smith, Peter Capaldi, and Jodie Whittaker. Dogs, obviously. Twilight Sparkle, Applejack, Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy, Pinkie Pie and Rarity. He likes FNaF a lot. Knowing him he probably will. No. He'll be hard to find, but it's possible." Google suddenly said, talking quickly.
Ellen leaned over to Ethan to whisper into his ear. "Did he really just answer every single one of those questions?"
Ethan turned her head to whisper back. "Yes."
"Oh."
Ellen nervously looked into Ethan's colour-shifting eyes. "Then it's time for plan B." Ellen whispered. Ethan nodded.
"Okay Google! We have another question we'd like you to answer." He said. "What do me and Ellen think of each other?"
Google took a moment to think of that. He didn't know that much about either Ethan or Ellen, just the basic facts from the internet. The twist to the answer of this question was that Ellen and Ethan hadn't discussed the answer, so it could practically be anything. Google started glitching, stuttering, and seemingly breaking down. The light drained from him as he fell to the ground.

They had done it. Google was shut off.

I'm really on a roll today, jeez :')
Love, Ellen