Who We Were, What We Became

A Domain of Evil, This Is

A little background information. I loved the 'Who Killed Markiplier?' series. It was fantastic. The passion that was put into this project definitely showed through, with the production quality, the incredible writing, and the unique twists and turns along the way. I would be honored to be half the writer that Mark is. Seriously, Teamiplier deserves all the respect in the world. The roundest of applauses to them.

This is my take on the events that took place before and during the main series. The perspectives and snippets we don't get to see. There is obviously so much more to the people, these characters, that we don't get to see. I loved the thought of exploring them a bit further. If there are any other moments you feel as if I missed out on touching upon, you can always let me know. I may just go back as I think of new scenes and write them in. This was written all within about two days. I'm so glad I finally got it done for you to enjoy. All feedback is appreciated!

A/N- The butler provided an interesting choice, mostly because he was one of the most recent people to enter the house. Butlers are privy to secrets others are not, and they have practically a free reign of the house. Plus, Tyler did a great job acting him, in my opinion.

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The job description had included the bit about it being for a mansion, but Benjamin wasn't quite prepared for the enormous size of the residence as he walked up to the place. His stride faltered, eyes skating across the mottled, gray stone walls and pathway leading up to the front steps in mild awe. You didn't see too many places like this. All in all, it came off as a lot more imposing and striking than he'd imagined.

An elegantly detailed wrought-iron gate was left open, welcoming him as he stepped past the threshold of the manor grounds. The interior was sure to be comfortably heated, a far-cry from the below freezing temperatures of the outside air. His breaths fogged before him, reminding him that stopping to stare would only make him late—and cold. His shoes clicked faintly against the stone with each step, carrying him closer to the front entrance of the manor.

He hadn't felt nervous until he stepped up the stone steps of the manor, the two decorative suits of armor standing at attention to either side of the wide, wooden door inlayed with glass. Everything looked so...polished. Refined. Much more sophisticated than Benjamin felt he came off as. His fingers twitched, but he forced them to relax. It would do no good to fall back on bad habits now.

He shook his head, chastising himself. It won't do well to doubt yourself now. Come on, then. Knock, you fool.

A few sharp raps on the door with the knocker echoed into the foyer beyond, and he stepped back a pace, waiting as patiently as he could, considering the frigid air he was forced to stand in.

The answer came quickly, almost too quickly, as an older gentleman clad in traditional tailcoat and gloves opened the door. He was short, though most people were compared to Benjamin's own height, with a squirrel-ish face and bushy gray eyebrows. The older man gave him a squinted look, inspecting him closely, and opened the door wider.

"Hmm? My, quite a cold night for a visitor. What can we do for you?"

"Good evening." Benjamin greeted warmly, nodding his head respectfully. "My name is Benjamin, I'm here for the open position that-"

"Ah, yes, yes, come in, come in, my boy." He interrupted, gesturing into the manor and stepped backwards. "Watch the frame on your way in."

Frowning slightly in surprise, both by the breach in protocol of interrupting a guest, but also the strangely impatient demeanor of the butler as he gestured him to enter the manor, Benjamin did as told, ducking just a hair to step into the foyer.