Markiplier x SMR

Night 1

"Hello, hello? Uh, I wanted to record a message for you to help you get settled in on your first night. Um, I actually worked in that office before you. I'm finishing up my last week now, as a matter of fact. So, I know it can be a bit overwhelming, but I'm here to tell you there's nothing to worry about. Uh, you'll do fine. So, let's just focus on getting you through your first week. Okay?"

At this point, Mark started to tune the machine out. His mind wandered until it settled on one thing: M/N. He kept trying to wrap his head around the many mysteries already surrounding this man.

"-could cause a bit of discomfort...and death. Uh, the only parts of you that would likely see the light of day again would be your eyeballs and teeth when they pop out the front of the mask, heh."

Mark's attention suddenly snapped back to the recording. Wait, death?!? He suddenly wished he had been paying attention.

"Y-Yeah, they don't tell you these things when you sign up. But hey, first day should be a breeze. I'll chat with you tomorrow. Uh, check those cameras, and remember to close the doors only if absolutely necessary. Gotta conserve power. Alright, good night."

The sound of the recording playing goes for a few seconds before the machine lets out a quiet click. Mark starts panicking a bit. Just what the hell did he sign up for?!? Wait... did M/N know about the whole death thing?

Once Mark got to his senses, he immediately checked the cameras. Everything seemed to be okay, that is, until the camera pointed at the stage glitched. When it corrected itself, Mark noticed something was... off. Was that animatronic looking at him?!? Something suddenly grabbed Mark's shoulders roughly, causing him to let out a panicked scream. He whipped around to see... a guy?

Not just any guy. This guy was hot. He was tall with bulging muscles, h/c hair, and stunning
e/c eyes. He wore nicely fitting black jeans, (your choice of either f/c vans/converse, or black combat boots), and an open f/c flannel... with nothing underneath it. Mark felt his face grow hot, and he found it extremely difficult to tear his eyes away from the well-sculpted torso in front of him.

The clearing of a throat is what pulled Mark out of his daze. His eyes suddenly snapped up to the man's face, his own only getting redder. The handsome man gave Mark a charming, slightly lopsided smile and held out his hand for Mark to take. "Hi, there," he said in a deep, dreamy voice. "Sorry about the scare, couldn't help myself. My name's M/N. You're the new security guard, I presume?"

"Y-yeah," Mark stuttered, taking M/N's hand. "I'm Mark."

M/N suddenly peers over Mark's shoulder at the monitor. His face drops. "Hey, I gotta go. I'll talk to you later?"

"Y-yeah, definitely!" Mark realized too late that he probably sounded a little too eager to see this stranger again and mentally face palmed himself.

Despite that, M/N's smile seemed to return instantly. "Great! See ya!" And with that, he left the small office. Out of curiosity, Mark decided to look through the cameras to see either what had made M/N so concerned, or to see where the man went. All he could see though, was that the animatronics were all on stage, as they should be. None looking into the camera or anything.

It stayed like that for the rest of the night. M/N didn't come back (which Mark thought was strange. He was given the impression that the man would be there all night), and the animatronics stayed exactly as they were. Other than talking with M/N, it was a rather boring night.

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Hey, so I may have gotten a little excited and written two characters in one night for this book alone, but I really like this idea. I probably came up with it in like... what, 2016, 2017? Eh, it would've been somewhere around sophomore to junior year of high school. Also, it is currently 1:37 AM, and I can't sleep 😅

Anywho, tell me what you think! Vote if you like it. Any ideas yet on what's up with Reader? Kinda gave an unintentional hint 😂

See ya!