One shots of the ipliers and the septiceyes

Darkiplier x daughter reader (nighttime festivities)

A/N I don't know where I got the idea for this one. But I thought it was cute so. Its also a bit longer than the others.

Dark's PoV
I'm working late and no surprise, I hate it and I want to go to sleep. I work from home but still, I have a lot of paperwork to do for the next ipliers meeting, Wilford has some amazing new idea on a video for marks channel that in his words will 'Blow all the viewers tiny mortal minds'. He says he's calling it something like 'Markiplier TV'. Not my first choice but it has a ring to it.

 I hate working late for only two reasons: one (1) is that it leaves me tired for the next day therefore unable to be productive and function, and two (2) is that I never get to tuck my daughter into bed. Speaking of my daughter, she should be asleep by now, I told her to go to bed at 9pm and no later. I look over to the clock above my desk. Oh no worries it's only 3:46. Wait? What!!! It's 3:46 ALREADY! Shit. I should go to bed and just finish all the piles of paperwork tomorrow. I quietly exit my office, and begin to walk to my room. I decided it would be best to just quickly check in on (Y/N). I creak open her purple coloured door slightly so I can just see her bed. She's squirming a lot in her sleep, and sweating. That's not normal. I open the door more and slip effortlessly into the room, mostly closing the door behind me. As I get closer to her bed, I could hear her whimpering.

(Y/N)'s PoV
~Dreamy Dream land~
I was watching YouTube with daddy. We were watching one of Uncle Mark's 'Markiplier Makes' videos. We were crying with laughter. Uncle Mark was making pizza with Ethan and Tyler. I liked them, they were funny. And they were also really nice in real life. There was a loud bang at the door, like a gunshot. Oh no. I turn and saw a hole in the middle of the door, Uncle Wilfy was mad. He was shouting at me about how I ruined his life. Daddy stood in front of me, Wilfy shot him with the firework maker. Daddy fell to the floor. "(Y/N") he said quietly, almost a whisper. I only cried, response seemed impossible. "(Y/N)" He said louder. I could feel my shoulders shaking. Then there was a loud bang, I cried out in pain. Uncle Wilfy had shot me. He shot at me again. I screamed, I didn't want to die! I want me and uncle Mark and daddy and uncle Tyler and uncle Ethan and auntie Amy to live happily ever after! It's not fair. It's not fair. It's not-. Not- fa-- 
~exit dreamy dream land~
I shot up in my bed with a scream. Head butting my daddy in the process. He stumbled back and fell on his bum. He asked me what happened. I told him everything. I hugged him. He hugged me back. He muttered something that I couldn't quite hear, I chose to ignore it. It was in my best interest to not push daddy when he was in this kind of mood. 

Dark's PoV
"This is why I don't like it when Wilford has his gun out near you." I mumbled. I don't think she heard me though. We hugged for a while, still sat on her bed. She still had tear trails down her face. I'm surprised no one woke up when she screamed. I got an idea. "Hey (Y/N)?" I said softly. "Yeah dad?" Was all I heard in response, her throat was probably sore. "Want some cookies and milk?" I said, a mischievous smirk on my face, I needed a chance to steal some cookies from the septiceye place. Now was the perfect time. "But daddy, it's late and we don't have any cookies. Do we?" She said and looked at me with an questioning yet hopeful smile. "No we don't, but I DO know someone who does."

And just like that we went down the stairs and she sat at the table. I snook over to the septiceye mansion and stole the whole cookie jar. Anti would be pissed. And with that. We had ourselves a daddy daughter nigh- well more like morning. We ate all the cookies, drank some milk and were off to bed. "Love you daddy" she said. "Love you too, my little demon." And to my pleasure, when I woke up that morning, a loud constant knock could be heard from the front door. "DARK I'M GOING TO KILL YOU, YOU COOKIE STEALING MOTHER FUCKER!!" I smirked. My job was complete. I had a happy daughter, a very pissed off Irish green haired demon. Life is good.