Markiplier x SMR

Night 4

"Mark, I can explain," M/N pleads, sheer desperation in his eyes as his hands shot down to try to hide his abdomen from view.

"W-what's going on? This... this can't be real." Mark was clearly stunned.

Well, why wouldn't he be? M/N thought, sitting up and turning to face the raven. He's a human who just found out that his friend isn't. "Mark," the taller of the two gently grabs both sides of his friend's face, guiding it towards his own, "look at me." Almost immediately brown eyes meet E/C. "You need to calm down. Just breathe."

Through his essential panic, Mark gives a dry laugh. "And how would you know about that?"

"Let's... not go into that just yet." A pained smile makes its way onto M/N's face. "Feeling alright?" he asks after a few moments, seeing as Mark's breathing has significantly slowed.

"Alright? Alright?!? My crush was a fucking ROBOT!"

It takes M/N a few minutes to process this. "Crush?"

Mark's eyes widen before his eyes seem to harden and he spits out "Well, yeah. Come to think of it, how could I not have liked you? You were probably made to be the perfect guy!"

"W-what? I'm nowhere near perfect," M/N says before quietly mumbling "Never was."

"What do you mean, you're not perfect?!? You have an amazing body! You're smart and funny, not to mention you — pretend to, at least — actually care about people and ideas. Guess that was all fake."

"No! No, it wasn't! I really do care about stuff! I really do care about you! Why else would I convince the kids every night that you aren't Afton?"

"Who? And what kids? Who would let their kids stay here at night? And how would I not know? It's literally my job to know what's going on inside Freddy's at night!"

M/N visibly winces at his slip up. "Afton was the one who built the animatronics. He also killed a lot of people —mostly kids, some of whom now possess said animatronics."

"I-is that what you are? A ghost possessing a robot?" Mark is clearly afraid at this point, which almost hurts M/N worse than having to explain and — essentially relive — not only the children's past, but his own as well.

"I- not quite."

"Then, what? You're some sort of AI?"

"God no! I'm still human! Or, was, at least. I-I'm- Look, I don't want to talk about it, okay?"

"And you expect me to trust you without knowing who or what you even are?"

"You do know who I am! Just... I'm not ready to talk about what yet."

Mark lets out a sigh. "Alright, then. I guess I'll humor this. For now." He gives a condescending look.

"That's all I'm asking. Y'know, none of the other guards ever actually talked to me. It's been really nice having a friend." As he says this, M/N looks down to the hands folded in his lap, his expression going from a slight frown to a genuinely happy smile near the end. Mark's face — and heart — soften at this. After all, this thing — no, this person — has been his friend for months now. Noticing the more relaxed mood, M/N simply asks with a cheeky grin, "So, crush, huh?"

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New chapter finally! Woo! So, as some of you probably saw in the author's note I published earlier, I've been learning a lot lately about the lore and story behind FNAF. It's really interesting and kinda making me rethink some major stuff about the characters. That said, the story might end up being longer than I originally expected it to be, but a whole lot more exciting (I think so, at least). Also, in case you missed it, in that author's note, I ask something that could greatly impact the story, and I really want you guys' opinions on it.

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