Markiplier Ego Stories

Ch 5

That's kind of what I imagine Dark playing.

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Sometimes- not often- the Egos inside the house will hear eerily haunting yet beautiful music coming from nowhere and everywhere all at once. The first time it had happened, nobody had known what to do, so they'd all gathered in the library for safety and protection.

Wilford had been there too, coming after a few hours and being unable to find anyone anywhere else.

"What are you all doing here?" He asked in the silly accent of his, as if he didn't notice the daunting music.

Someone hissed at him to be quiet and motioned him under a table. It was Bim, noticeably frightened but sending out a calming aura to the other Egos.

"Why is everyone hiding in here?" Wilford asked him, letting himself be swept away for a moment by the peace Bim was exerting.

"The music," he whispered. "Nobody knows what the music means so we're all hiding in here until something happens."

"The music?"

"Yeah, the music, coming from everywhere," Bim looked at him, worried. "Do you not hear it?"

"I hear it," Wilford had said. "But it's nothing to worry about. That's just Dark playing the piano."

"W-what?" Bim stuttered, his aura faltering for a moment. "That's just Dark?"

"Yeah," he confirmed, getting out from underneath the table. "Guys, you can come out. It's just Dark playing the piano."

At once the room was filled with different voices. "I didn't know that dude played the piano," Bing said. "Are you, like, sure, brah?"

"Yes, I'm sure," Wilford said as they all clambered out from various hiding places. "Bop, how did you even...?"

Bop was clambering out from inside the chandelier, grinning nervously at Wilf.

"You know what?" The pink mustachioed man said. "I'm not gonna ask."

"Ba wee an an oo," Bop said, jumping down.

"It's your choice, man," Wilford said. "Now everybody, get back to work. We have a lot to do..."

Ever since then, whenever the haunting music made its way around the house, all the Egos collectively decided it was a day off in the library with the new Egos who had not yet been told it was just Dark playing the piano. Often, some would not show up, but most of the Egos were there, having a break from their work. The Host rarely came, and everyone just assumed he didn't like the music and stayed away from everyone else.

That wasn't the case, however; Host did enjoy the music, maybe to a fault.

One day, the music began to play, and most everyone gathered in the library, having a good time.

Host, however, followed the sound. Being blind, his other senses worked twice as hard to make up for the loss of sight and he was able to tell easily the origin of the music. It came from a mostly unused room, with a ballroom and stage inside it. The piano was away in the corner, glossy and waiting for the next day someone would use it. Host could tell easily what the room looked like ever since coming on his first day and narrating everything to see what it looked like.

Host slipped inside, in the back way, and sat under the stage where it was hollowed out just a little for a speaker to be installed there. Host enjoyed his spot- the music traveled well there and it was just big enough to curl up inside in and listen. Today was no different; he went into his tiny crevasse and curled up inside his jacket and took time to listen.