"Uh...um..."
(Y/N) was trying to finish their homework, but to no avail. How on Earth could they work out how to write a poem? They were stuck. They needed somebody to help them. An idea popped into their head.
Googleplier was finishing a small system check when the four-year-old shuffled up to him and tugged on his arm. "Mr. Google, I need you to help me!"
"Of course, show me what you don't understand."
Two minutes later, Google was sat cross-legged on the carpet, giving the child hints as to what rhymed with 'cat' and 'sat'.
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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!}
