Comfort Tales

Iplier Egos Comfort Tales

(( Author's Note:  Hi. These aren't the normal stories I write. They're in first person, because I wrote them from my point of view, in times when I was feeling low.
I've been having some... rough mental health times recently. I'm okay, my mental health has always been a struggle and I'm dealing with it. But, I've been writing a lot of ego fan fic recently, and because I use Mark's (and Jack's) videos to help calm myself... somewhere along the line it made sense to write stories of the egos trying to comfort me.
They're just little short stories (some might even be fractions of stories), so I'm smashing them together... I wrote them to comfort myself, but I figured I would share them in case people found them interesting or it comforted them for a moment. Yes, posting them is a little bit awkward.

Oh, and uhm
Warning: sensitive topics!
Topics that involve... anxiety, depression, panic attacks, self loathing, etc.
If these things are upsetting for you to read about at all, find something else to read. <3 I have lots of other books, there's a bunch more on wattpad. Only you know what you can handle.

First up are the Markiplier egos! End explanation intro...))

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[Darkiplier]

I crept slowly to the office door and knocked softly, before leaning in. The man was in a suit of course, he always was. "Yes?" He uttered, the reverberation in his voice noticeable.

"Hey Dark." I mustered sadly, leaning hard against the door frame.

His form straightened up and he looked over his shoulder before he spun his chair around. He promptly got to his feet and adjusted up his suit, cracking his neck before he walked towards me. "You seem... upset."

"Yeah." I sighed heavily, soothed by the familiar echoing of his voice. "It's... I'm having a rough night. I just... needed to talk to someone."

"Of course." Darkiplier gave a soft smile, which always at least felt, genuine. "Come, let us go sit on the couch." He urged. I stepped back a little, letting him out of the office and he led the way to the living room, sitting down on one end of the couch. With a sigh, I sat down at the other end. I turned sideways to face him, pulling one knee up against my chest as I leaned my head against the back of the couch. "What has troubled you?" He asked.

"Do you think I'm a bad person?" I mumbled.

Dark was silent a moment, his eyes scanning my face. "You are asking me this question?" He asked skeptically.

I shrugged, sighing. "Well... yeah."

"Seems an odd choice." Dark pointed out, glancing around the room, then looking back at me. "It should not matter what I think of you anyway. You are the one who needs to believe in yourself. You need to stand behind your choices."

"Did I make the right ones though?" I frowned.

"You made the choices which felt right at the time you made them." Dark explained. "That is all that anyone can do."

I sighed. "Would you give me a straight answer? Am I a good person, or not?"

Dark chuckled softly, a flickering of blue and red surrounding him. "Well, we would need to define good and bad first."

"You're like a politician." I groaned.

"I have had experience there." Dark reminded. "Or... a part of me has."

"Damien." I sighed.

"I would rather not hear that name." Dark pointed out, before cracking his neck and shifting on the couch. "I think you are doing as well as any of the other people."