Markiplier & Jacksepticeye Ego One Shot Stories

Quarantine

Darkiplier walked into the living room of the Iplier House, rather distracted. "Google, have you seen-" He hesitated, and stopped to stare at the Jims, who were sitting on the couch, bound together with cables. "Jims?"

"They kept trying to leave." Google explained.

Dark glanced at the android who was standing by the window, watching the street. Sighing, Dark turned to the men on the couch. "Jims..."

"Do you know what's happening out there?!" Reporter Jim huffed.

"Yes, a pandemic." Dark explained.

Reporter Jim shook his head. "No, you don't know! Because the Jims are being silenced! How can you know about the icky sicky if the Jims can't report on it?!"

"We are all in quarantine." Dark reminded, then frowned, looking at Google. "That reminds me, please tell me that you have seen Wilford recently."

Google shook his head slowly, looking over at Dark. "You knew he was going to be a challenge."

Dark sighed. "I really thought I had gotten through to him this time... reminding him of the last time he was sick. Not to mention, all of the clubs he likes to frequent are closed, and no guests or staff would agree to go into Warfstache Tonight. Where could he possibly have gone?"

"Where's who gone?" Came a familiar lisped voice, as the pink mustachioed man himself leaned in the doorway.

"Wilford." Dark sighed in relief, turning to smile at him. "Wherever have you been?"

"I've been around, old boy." Wilford grinned.

"He's been torturing me!" Dr. Iplier cried out as he walked into the room. "Dark, you have to keep him away from me!"

Dark sighed. "We are all getting on each other's nerves doctor..."

"Perhaps if you went out to help with the crisis..." Google hummed, turning back to look out the window.

"I don't want to get-" Dr. Iplier started before he hesitated. "... in anyone's way."

"You don't want to get sick." Google corrected.

Dr. Iplier sighed. "Everyone's dying!"

"E-everyone?!" Came a nervous voice from the hallway.

"Eric?" Dark walked over to lean out of the living room and look at the man, who was nervously wringing his handkerchief, just leaning against the wall in the hallway. "No, not everyone Eric. It is a small portion... listen, you just stay home here, where it is safe, and you are helping everyone in doing that. Alright?"

Wilford wiggled his mustache, and snapped his suspenders. "Sooooome of us could be doing a little mooooore though." He suddenly smirked. "Unless you're not a REAL doctor."

"I am a real doctor!" Dr. Iplier huffed.

"The real doctors are out there fighting this thing." Google pointed out. "You are an essential worker, and the only one Dark said COULD leave."

"I-I-I'm needed here!" The doctor stammered.

"I'm an essential worker!" A voice echoed into the room, causing everyone to freeze.

Reporter Jim gasped. "A ghost!"

"Fab-u-lous." Wilford grinned, glancing around the ceiling.

"It is not a ghost." Google muttered. "It is the Silver Shepherd. He is in the vent."

Dark frowned, turning back into the room. "He is where?"

"I'm training!" Called out the voice. "I SHOULD be out there working! I'm an essential worker! The world NEEDS super heroes right now!"