Markiplier & Jacksepticeye Ego One Shot Stories

Cloak

Darkiplier was sitting at the head of the table, his form flickering with a soft red and blue glow as he watched Wilford Warfstache attempt to explain his new scheme for taking over Markiplier's youtube channel. The rest of the meeting had cleared out about twenty minutes before, except for Googeplier who stayed to point out all of the flaws in Wilford's new plan.

Suddenly the glass doors of the conference room swung open, and none other than Chase Brody made his way in, slamming a cardboard box down on the table. "Dudes! Do you have any idea what those Tuber bros have been up to?"

"Is this about the clothing line?" Dark muttered, eyes scanning over the box.

"You knew? Bruh! No one knew!" Chase gasped.

The glitching form of Antisepticeye leaned in the doorway, shaking his head. "Of course HE knew." The glitch hissed. "He has nothing better to do than follow Mark around like a sad, dark puppy." He giggled, as Dark rolled his eyes.

"I am simply better at seeking revenge than you." Dark snarled.

"I got closer to-" Anti began before a squeal from Chase broke his train of thought.

With the box open, Chase had already abandoned his own shirt, and was pulling on one of the new ones, before pulling one of the sweaters on over top. "These are comfy, bros! You gotta try these!"

"Did you actually interrupt the meeting?" A red clad super hero muttered as he pushed past a growling Anti to get into the room. "I told you not too." Jackieboy Man sighed.

"Try this on!" Chase grinned, throwing a hoodie at him.

"I'm a hero! I can't- oh..." Jackieboy held it in his hands, looking it over. "These are nice."

Wilford Warfstache suddenly appeared on the table, digging the remaining articles of clothing out of the box and tossed them around. "Black, white, grey... where's the pop?!" He turned, looking over his shoulder at Darkiplier. "Why didn't they consult me? Warfstache is the epitome of fashion!" He winked, twirling his mustache around his finger.

"Subtle." Google pointed out. "They are going for subtle. You are-"

"Subtle is bo-oring!" Wilford whined, kicking the box off the table before jumping to the floor.

Chase made his way back to the door with a black sweater, jumping as he threw it over Anti's head. The static being hissed, squirming as he struggled against Chase who helped him into it. "What do you think, dude?" Chase grinned.

Anti glared at him. "I hate it." Frowning, Chase nodded and reached forward, Anti backing away. "What are you doing?" The glitch snarled.

"I was gonna take it back, bro." Chase smiled. Slowly Anti shook his head, then pulled the hood up and left the room. Chase just smirked. "He loves it."

"HATE!" Anti screeched from the hallway.

Chase turned, smiling at Darkiplier. "Do you love it too?"

"I am surprised that a... nearly classy design came from someone like Mark." Dark grumbled, a soft echo following his voice.

"You wanna try some on? It's SUPER comf!" Chase wrapped his arms around himself, hugging the sweater he was wearing.

Google glanced over the mess that Wilford had created, then looked back to Chase. "Are they paying you for this promotion?"

Chase frowned. "I'm no sell out dude! I for one like supporting my original!" He shrugged. "Besides, these are some wicked threads, man!"

After having wandered around the office building, happily waving to all the people working there, Jameson Jackson leaned into the room with an open mouth grin. Chase waved him in, holding out a zip up hoodie. "They're repping your colours bro!" Jameson opened his mouth in a gasp, covering it with his hand, before taking the sweater. He ran it through his fingers, nodding before he pulled it on and fumbled with the zipper before pouting and crossed his arms. "My bad." Chase chuckled, shoulda given you a pull over huh?" He leaned forward, zipping the sweater up for the mute, and Jameson gave him a thumbs up. "Cozy, huh?" Jameson ran his fingers along his arms, before nodding.

Anti suddenly re-entered the room. "I want it." He growled.

Chase turned to look at him, smiling. "You can have it man, that's why I didn't take it back."

"No." Anti rolled his eyes. "I want the company."

Dark suddenly perked up, smiling. "Take Cloak?"

"We're already working on getting the channels, right?" Anti giggled. "Might as well take this too."

"Hidden in plain sight." Dark tilted his head, standing and made his way over to the mess of clothes, picking up a white shirt. "Now, you have my attention."

Chase frowned. "This is why we can't have nice things..."

Google tapped a hand on the table. "I would like to help run the company when you take it over."

"Why?" Anti rose an eyebrow.

"You are not capable...." Google pointed out. "And I am from Google. I like to have ownership of things."

Jackieboy sighed. "This was not the point of any of this."

"I just wanted to be comfy." Chase pouted, sitting back with Jameson as the others sat down at the table to begin plotting the take over of the company, except Jackieboy Man who thought it best to go let Sean know what might be coming his way.

(( Author's Note:
I don't know. Apparently writing weird stories is how I process things now. >.> Shhh... don't question me! This is like the whole point of One Shots. Weird ass stories. ))