Mark yawns, stretching out his arms and leaning farther into the comfy brown couch. He stands up from his bliss and stumbles tiredly to the kitchen, where he sits at the island.
"Hey babe." Amy says, wrapping her arms around him from behind and kissing his cheek. He mutters something that neither of them really understood, and Amy let's go of him. She walks around the island to the stove, where she pulls out a pan and pancake mix.
As if a robot, she completes her task of cooking easily and quickly, because she has done this almost every morning.
I can't wait... Dark chuckles in the back of Marks mind. Mark returns with a shake of his head, his black hair messily waving around.
Can't hide us forever buddio... Wilford Warfstash chuckles. Mark puts his head in his hands, clenching his jaw.
Y-y-you ar-are a ddddisgrace to A-Amy... google glitches. Mark squeezes his head in his hands, trying to silence them.
Hehehehe Amy is gonna go!!! Septiplier will be real! Yandere Mark giggles evilly.
"SHUT UP!" Mark screams, startling Amy who drops a glass plate, shattering it.
Mark looks at Amy, shaking and trying to cover up his mistake. "uh- shut up nurse!" He lets out a forced and nervous chuckle. Amy just watches him for a moment before letting out a small breathy laugh herself, then sweeping up the glass and disposing of it.
"I'm sorry honey." Mark says before hugging her. She returns the hug and smiles,
"It's okay Mark."
Amy makes plates of pancakes for the two of them, and they sit at the table across from eachother.
"This is amazing! Best I've ever had!" Mark says with a mouth full.
"You say that every morning." Amy giggles happily.
Mark smiles at his girlfriend then lowers his gaze to his watch, and jumps up.
"I have to go record!" He sets his plate in the sink and sprints down the hall to his recording room, where he throws himself into his chair and begins recording, "hello everybody my name is Markiplier!"
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Crowded mind //Markiplier//
FanfictionMark struggles against his restraints, his hair matted to his forehead from sweat. He watches as googliplier twitches, Wilford chuckles while spinning a knife in his hand, and a yandere mark who was not named giggled while staring at a picture of an...
