Markiplier Egos x Reader

A Regular Meeting?

A.N. Holy crap, I deeply apologize for not updating in so long. School got really stressful and I had a lot of work to do. Not to mention, I didn't even know what I wanted to write in the first place. That being said I finally felt motivated to write something. I hope you enjoy it!

Today was going to be a long day. You could already tell, once you were running late to the meeting. You were given the task to order everyone's coffee choices. However, it seemed the barista was new and still learning because it took forever until your order was ready. Now here you were, running through the building to get to the meeting room while also trying not to spill coffee and tea everywhere. (Otherwise, Dark would most likely have your head.) Either that or you would be the one forced to clean it all up. And that was something you did not want to do.

After what felt like forever the elevator finally opened and as soon as the doors moved out of the way you were speeding off to the room. As soon as the doorway came into view you slowed down just a little bit to help level your breathing. Entering the room you immediately noticed that not everyone was even here yet. So it seemed like you aren't the one that's going to be late today.

Deciding to sit down you handed everyone their drinks and then proceeded to sit down. You would always sit in different places in every meeting, mostly because every ego wanted you to sit next to them so they came up with their own order/schedule of where and who you sit by. Today you were sitting between Dark and the Host.

Since not everyone was here yet you decided to look on your phone on social media to pass the time. Whether you were just looking at funny memes or watching funny videos, you didn't really care.

Time must have passed really fast without you noticing because before you knew it a lot of people were walking in and sitting down. I guess it was time for the meeting.

Putting your phone away you looked up and glanced around the room at everyone. Waiting for the meeting to officially start and someone to talk. Your eyes suddenly landed on an empty chair.

'Ah, of course. Waiting on Wilford as usual.' Speak of the devil, Wilford finally walked in (or more like skipped) into the room.

Dark set the papers that he was looking at earlier down and stared, although you were sure it was more like a glare than anything else, at Wilford.

"Ah Will, so glad you actually decided to join us."

"Oh, it's called being fashionably late, Darkipoo, and besides, all I can say is thanks for having me! Now let's get this meeting started!"

"Now, I have a lot of-"

"Wait."

"Hm?" Wilford stopped from what he was doing and turned towards Dark with an eyebrow raised in confusion. As soon as Will's attention was on Dark, he continued to speak.

"What is that shirt your wearing?"

"Oh, it's just made of cotton and I thought it would be nice and lovely to wear today for the meeting and so I-"

Dark growled and leaned forward on the table. "That's not what I mean. What is on the shirt?"

Looking in Wilford's direction you noticed that he was a little taken off guard by Dark's strange question too. Although, he looked more confused than anything else. I mean what did his shirt have to do with the meeting? Looking back up into Dark's eyes, he replied.

"Why, kittens of course."

"Cat shirts are not appropriate attire for board meetings. Change it."

Did-did you just hear Dark right? Why was he so angry about a shirt that Wilford was wearing? What was the big deal?

You sighed, you already knew that this was gonna be a long day and this only proved your point even further. Out of all the things that could happen today at the meeting, they had to argue over a shirt.

'Why me?' You thought.

Wilford narrowed his eyes at Dark and tilted his head. "But why? They're adorable."

"Because this is supposed to be a serious meeting. Not some little playground where you can do what you want."

"I still fail to find how what I'm wearing has to do with this meeting."

"Cats are not appropriate attire for-"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I heard you the first time. First of all, they're kittens not cats, Mr. edge lord so you can get your facts straight. Second of all, who cares what I wear? It's not distracting anyone, is it?"

"Not at the moment, but it very well could distract someone."

"Well, no one paid any attention to it until you started to throw a hissy fit about it."

The room all of a sudden seemed to shake as if it was the only thing being affected by an earthquake. You looked at Dark out of the corner of our eye and scooted a little closer to Host. Your sure that if this was an anime then you would be sweatdropping right now.

Dark was seething, to the point where you were sure a teapot would be jealous. His hands were so tightly held together into fists that it looked like he was about to start bleeding from his fingers digging into his palms. His face was contorted into a snarl, and to be completely honest if it was anyone else other than Wilford who said that then they would probably be dead by now.

Glancing back and forth between Drama Queen and Miss Gossip Girl, you waited for someone to make the next move.

"You better take those words back Will, otherwise you'll regret it for the rest of your life."

Wilford, as always, seemed to not take the threat too seriously. So, he did the next best thing. (Which you thought was the worst things to do.)

"Oh, cry me a river, Darkipoo."

That did it. Before you could even turn your head Dark practically lunged at Wilford and now they were both fighting and wrestling each other on the floor.

However, it looked more like they were fighting like five-year-olds. Dark had Wilford in a headlock and was still trying to get Wilford to take back what he said from earlier. Meanwhile, Wilford was pulling on Dark's hair before he managed to break free from Dark's hold and grabbed his arm. Then he proceeded to keep smacking Dark in the face with his own arm.

"Why ya hitting yourself? Why ya hitting yourself? Why ya hitting yourself?"

Which seemed to only infuriate Dark even more.

Leaning back in your chair you stared up at the ceiling, while practically everyone else continued to watch the two fight.

"Ugh, I hate Mondays." And from the seat next to you the Host only nodded his head in agreement. It was definitely going to be a long day.