Markiegos preference book

♠How you meet♠

Darkiplier:
You met through Wilford; You had gotten the management position for Wilford's interview show. You had gotten the job easily because Wilford said that you "remind him of someone he knew." Which, was weird, but at least you got the job.

Considering you were now a manager for Wilford, this made you apart of the 'markiplier tv' project, where you got to meet the other egos. Meeting Dark was more intimidating because of his cold gaze and brooding personality... but when he came up to you, his demeanor changed. He had a certain charm to him which contrasted differently from the coldness you saw moments ago.

"Hello, my dear." He takes your hand gently. "You look nervous- don't be afraid. I don't bite..." He began, bringing the back of your hand up to his lips. "...hard." He smirked before placing a gentle kiss to the back of your hand before letting it go.

Wilford:You were actually a guest star on Wilford's show! You got the chance to be interviewed by him, which felt great for you considering you were trying to put your name out there. You were a self-published author, trying to promote your books. Wilford was enraptured by you and your creative mind- you two also had natural chemistry. 

So much so, he asked you to dinner after the interview.

"Well, heya, sugar." Wilford grinned at you, sliding into your view, blocking your walking space. "I enjoyed your company on the interview tonight."

"Thank you," You say with a smile. "I had a lot of fun, as well!"

"I was thinking we can enjoy each other's company even more- let's say, over dinner?" Wilford beamed at you, wiggling his nose slightly. "Whaddya say, sweetness?"

The Host:You were walking home in the rain; you had no other way of transportation and your day had been shitty already. With a frustrated huff, you hugged your jacket closer and took a shortcut through an alleyway, where you bumped into a man...talking to himself in third person. Oh, good grief, he was probably on drugs or something-

"The Host encounters an attractive person who is shivering in the cold rain, they think The Host is crazy but he assures them that he is not, and only wishes to help them get home." He speaks as he pulls out an umbrella and holds it over you, shielding you from the incoming rain pellets.

You look up and then back at the Host, blinking in confusion. Reluctantly, you accept his help, and he walks you home. You thank him graciously and walk inside, but take a moment after shutting the door behind you.

You didn't remember giving him your address.

Google IRL:The new and improved 'Google IRL' had just come out, and you had enough money saved up to get yourself one. You weren't sure what all it entaled, but you were excited! Now you could lighten your work load and have a little companion around the house.

When the package arrived, you brought the box inside and went into the living room. You sat it down, opening the box excitedly. You were quite shocked when a whole ass man popped out if the box....how the hell did they fit him in there..? No matter, you were happy to see how the companion worked.

"Okay, Google!" You said, setting the instructions aside after reading them. There was a small 'ding' noise before he answered; his look was little...sinister...but, you could move past that.

"Hello," He said, practically leering at you.

Reading the instructions, you read the example questions to test out if he worked properly. "Google, what is your primary adjective?"

"Primary adjective is to answer all questions as quickly as possible." He answered simply. "Secondary objective is to destroy mankind."

"Oh, buddy, we're doing that enough ourselves." You breathed out before setting the instructions down. "Alright, let's see what else you can do.."

Bing:

Similar to Google IRL, you got him in a package. Except, he was a lot cheaper. You were staring at the companion in front of you, tilting your head at his 'dude-bro' demeanor. Out the gate, the guy was trying to explain himself and how much better he was than Google and how he wasn't 'just used for porn'.

"Okay..." You breathe out; you had your work cut out for you. 

Yandere:They already knew everything about you from the beginning; but you didn't need to know that. Not yet. Yandere was lurking around the shops you frequented on your down time; today would be the day they finally got close to you.

Acting like they were lost in their phone, they 'bumped' into you, making you drop your stuff. "I'm so sorry," Yan said, kneeling down and helping you pick up your stuff. "It was my fault, I should have been paying attention."

"No worries," You told them as you gathered up your items and bags. You felt their hand brush against yours multiple times, but brushed it off as coincedence.

"No, really! It was foolish of me- let me make it up to you." Yan said as they stood up, looking at you. "Let me buy you some lunch?"

"...Hm...alright!" You smiled at them; you wouldn't say no to free food.

Illinois:

You were his new assigned partner to take with him on different adventures; but there was one thing that set you aside of from the others- You were cautious and you didn't die. You were so confused as to how all his other partners ended up missing or dead...

You also thought Illinois was a little too cocky for his britches; Yes, he was attractive...but he really thought he was hot shit. You decided to humble him quickly. 

"Try not to fall in love with me," Illinois winked at you, but you stared blankly at him.

"Don't worry, I won't." You stated plainly, catching him off guard. "You're not that cute." You scoff before walking away from him to continue looking for the artefact you were supposed to be looking for. Yes, you kinda lied for the sake of humbling him...but the look on his face was worth it.

Little did you know, that only heightened Illinois's interest in you.

Yancy:

You landed in prison for something you didn't even do; but no one would listen...you'd have to wait for your trail date. Until then, you were thrown into a cell with some guy who called himself 'Yancy'.

"Looks like we's got ourself some fresh meat." Yancy chuckled as he watched you enter the cell. "Just to let you's know...it aint that bad in here." He shrugged. "I much prefer it to the outside; lots of these guys wanna get out, but not me. I don't wanna be free."

"Right..." You said as you went to your bunk, side-eyeing him. "Speak for yourself; I didn't even do anything." You grumbled as you sat down, rubbing your temple. 

"Ah, you's one of them innocent types? The ones who was accused wrongly?" Yancy nodded his head. "Well, hey, if you's sticks with me, no problems will come your way. I swears it."

"Uh...thanks...I guess."