(Y/N) was tired. There wasn't really a proper reason, just that they were 4. Of course, somewhere along the line they realised that naps were the solution. The only problem was getting comfy. They began to search the house for targets, pillow in hands.
Their bed? No, too soft and squishy. Plus, it was cold.
The sofa/couch? No, too uncomfortable.
They had an idea. Perfect!
"Hey, Mr. Wilford..."
Two minutes later, they were asleep on the great Wilford Warfstache's lap.
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Adopted By Ipliers - Ipliers x Child!Reader
FanfictionI'm sorry for the unoriginal first chapter... You are a four year old, adopted by the alter-egos of Markiplier. PLEASE NOTE THAT MARK IS NOT THE MAIN IPLIER IN THIS! {THANK YOU FOR 20K!}
