"Y/N... Y/N? Y/N! Get up!" You were startled awake from your dream by your living alarm clock. You let out a soft yelp of pain as you slipped while rushing to get out of bed. An impatient and annoyed snort came from your doorway. You glanced towards it, a tall, somehow muscular, robotic man glaring down at you with icy blue eyes that matched whatever skin was revealed from his trench coat. He glared back at you and crossed his arms, his foot tapping. It was your boss, the one and only Googleiplier waiting impatiently for you to begin the day. This is a story for mature audiences. Please do not read unless you do not mind sexual content. Googleiplier is not owned by me. The version of Googleiplier that I'm using is owned by Ozumii on deviantArt. Only the story is mine. Any personality twerks that are added are my own and are not part of the actual characters, which also do not belong to me.

This is a sequel of "King of the World", now set in our time.

A whopping two weeks has passed in your new home L.A,yet you can't help but feel something sinister going on under your nose. Maybe it's just your paranoia...but is it possible Dark and Mark are hiding something from you? And why did Wilford just suddenly appear out of nowhere to 'help' you? Find out in the second part of The Dream Is Real.

❌This story contains❌ ·Some slight smut (any chapters with smut with have the red X around the chapter) ·Y/N for your name ·Y/HC for your hair color ·Y/EC for your eye color etc ·Horror and Gore ·Warning you will fangirl Prologue: Its a day like any other you wake up from your bed and groggily make your way to your desk where your lap top sits opened. The screen has static on it 'Huh Thats odd' you think to your self turning it off and back on again. The static remains but this time tints of green and red show up in small bursts, you groan running your hands through your hair trying again to turn it off and on. It flashes static before returning to normal, "Its probably some glitch" you think out loud leaving the room. "She doesnt know we are here" a voice says you are down stairs unable to hear the chatter. "Thats a good thing now lets get back to what we need to do" a calmer deeper voice says before the screen goes black. A/N This is a small sample of my writing if you enjoy it keep reading.

One-shots and Headcanons with Mark's Egos This includes all of Mark's egos except the Silver Shepard or Ed Edgar. I don't know enough about them to write about them. I also don't write NSFW. None of the pictures or gifs are mine.They don't belong to me.

{COMPLETED} This is my first story, so only constructive criticism, please. Also, there's no smut. Sorry not sorry. I ain't writing that shit. Also also, there's probably gonna be some gore, but that's to be expected. I'll keep the character pretty gender neutral, but I'm personally a demigirl so forgive me if the character seems a bit feminine at times. ◊◊◊ You're a pretty average person. Your parents are divorced, but that's not really unique. You're kinda pessimistic, some venture to call you "depressed" or "emo", but everybody goes through that phase. ◊◊◊ "Can't you just leave me alone for one night?" I snap. His laughs only fuel my rage. "I'm here to help you - Can't you see that?" he soothes. I just glare at him. "Yeah, making me kill a guy and driving me insane is real 'helpful'. Thanks." The demon shakes his head. "You don't understand, yet. I'm freeing you from the prison that is your conscience." "No, thanks. I like not being a sociopath." "Do you?"

This is one of my first stories. I made a different one called 'I Trusted You' but I didn't really like how it turned out so I deleted it. Anyways, this will have bad grammar and spelling errors considering I've never really written. Trigger warning for some people. Anyways, on with the story.

This story is about a girl who was born with something that no one understands. One day she activates this "power", and everyone fears her. She was put into an asylum that studies people like her. For years she was tormented...but one day she escapes. On the streets, someone finds her and brings her to his home. His name is Mark Fischbach...

It's your first time at a convention. You aren't really expecting much to come out of this. Maybe buy some cool merch, check out some neat cosplay, and most definitely avoid the horde of fans huddled in front of the famous YouTubers table. Everything should go just fine. Well... it would of if one of the YouTubers hadn't skipped out on the meet and greet. Cover art by Shuploc on DeviantArt.

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