In a world full of magic and creatures that can wield it, a problem has arisen. For more than a century, one of the three gods has been missing. Despite many attempts to find the deity come to be known as the lost goddess, none have come close until recently. The remaining gods have chosen a group of individuals to monitor those attempting to find their sister, believing that only fairies, the creatures still connected to her have a chance. Due to this, when they erase the memories of a werewolf, they believe that they're only doing their job. However, as they learn more about the situation, they realise the terrible mistake they made. As they try to correct what happened, a much worse event comes to pass. Due to this, they may soon have to work with the man whose memories they removed in order to save one of the few people who may be able to find the lost goddess. Short stories in a universe where the Mianite crew are supernatural creatures.

Description: "Heh, powerful as one can be having the best of both worlds, having the Admin and Watcher magic, you cannot resist against the code no matter how corrupted or clean it may be in your eyes. It's my duty to bring back the balance, meaning destroying the works of the brothers while I'm at it" The white hooded Entity sneered, hatred evident in his glitchy voice. Ruby red eyes drilling into the player's soul. As a smile crept up to its face as it tightened its grip on the winged player. He kicked it as he held his dual swords, by his side. "If you are doing your duty, I'm going mine" He growled. It looked amused despite the inhuman face it held, wanting him to continue. "My duty as the Protector" [-----------------] Disclaimer: I had a lot of inspiration from other writers so I hope you guys understand, I will try to make this as original as possible! Thank you and enjoy the story! [-----------------] Cover drawn and edited by me

[COMPLETED] - - - The Egos and Sanders Sides may not all get along, but they got along for enough time that they could arrange a hang out night for all to enjoy. When branched out in their own little groups, they couldn't cause any danger. Or could they? Marvin had always loved practicing new magic tricks, but his fault was practicing it with everyone else around him. When one of his magic tricks don't go to plan, Marvin is the sole reason the people inhabiting the house are sent away in a frenzy, trying to fine their way through the multiverse of Egos and Sides. They were lost, unable to know where they were until a group of girls were kind enough to help them out. Are these people truly trustworthy, or are they here to make them suffer? - - - ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ; ᴊᴀɴᴜᴀʀʏ-ꜰᴇʙʀᴜᴀʀʏ 2020 ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ; ᴊᴜɴᴇ-ᴊᴜʟʏ 2020 - - - Someone had asked me if their egos could be added into my other story but I said no and now I'm making a story for that person and her egos. I wanted to do this because I felt bad about not letting their egos into my story. I didn't want them to be sad so now they technically have their own book from me! - - - Story rankings; #124 in Anti 18/10/20 #67 in Roman 04/04/21 #49 in Septic 31/07/20 #432 in JamesonJackson 21/07/20 #50 in KingOfTheSquirrels 24/09/20 #123 in IplierEgos 11/10/20 #26 in WilfordWarfstache 22/11/20 #1 in SepticEgos 24/06/21 #64 in Roman 20/06/21 #1 in DrIplier 17/09/21

Markiplier and Jacksepticeye's egos sometimes act childish, but things hit a whole new level when they turn up as actual ankle biters. Will Mark and Jack be destined to learn about parenthood from their own tiny monster clones, or will they uncover the truth about how the egos became children and find a way to reverse it? (( This a long, chapter story. Completed. ** There's now a sequel, "Youtuber Sitting". ** Yup. The egos but as children. This was like... the first fan fiction I wrote. Yeah, it's a weird concept and a weird place to start, sue me! Also, when I made the cover for this book, I laughed the entire time and still laugh every time I look at it. I can't take Mark making that face. So I'm sorry. NOTE: This book was written during Nov & Dec of 2017. When I started writing it, Jameson Jackson didn't have a name yet, and wouldn't until I was halfway through the story. Thanks. ))

"Dark! Dark, open the door! You guys have to help me with them!" I yelled, pounding at the door. "The famous 'Markiplier' can't even handle a few babies?!" Dark called back, clearly frustrated. "There's nine of them! And there's a ton of you! Please, I'm begging you, I'll do anything!" I said finally, frowning at my own move. A split second later, the door opened, and Dark raised an eyebrow, grinning at wicked grin, "Anything, you say?" -_-_-_-_-_- <I fixed all Seàn mistakes to Seán, please stop spamming me about that, I have it handled> (COMPLETED) ((All character rights belong to Jacksepticeye, Seán William Mcloughlin, and Markiplier, Mark Edward Fischbach, and I do not own characters they have specifically trademarked as theirs, as canon, and only own false characters made for this fanfiction, which is not canon)) (Fanart on cover is NOT mine! Credit to owner!)

The "egos" are just some fun characters created by Markiplier and Jacksepticeye. Unless they happen to be two sets of best kept secrets, that Mark and Jack are sick of carrying around with them. When the guys go to strange lengths to try and rid their lives of the paranormal duplicates, things only get stranger. No one expected them to shrink, but now that they have, the guys realize they may have created more problems than they solved. (( This is a long, chapter story. Completed. Yeah, I made the egos tiny. It's another weird story line... because, well, I'm a weird person. Yes, the cover is tiny Mark, checking on his youtube channel. It would be up there on his list of concerns, you know it would be. ))

My name is Sean McLoughlin, I am a twenty-seven year old Irish scientist, and this is a compilation of all of my findings about experiment A.

Mark has always been a peasant. He was born in a thatch-roofed house to two farmers who work the field every single day, making just enough to get by. Nothing was special about the Fischbach family. Despite the lack of money in his family, he had never wanted to turn to stealing. But when a bad growing season turns a poor situation into a dire one, there's only so much you can do before you have to turn against the law. Getting caught wasn't part of the plan. Getting thrown in the king's dungeon for multiple accounts of theft to save his family from starvation was not part of the plan. Out of all things, Mark had never expected to be brought in by King Seán himself and told that he has a secret that even HE didn't know about. Things will be brought to light, and Mark is positive that he'll never be the same. (Cover Art - Drawing by @CrimsonCanadianMC)

"Woah." Mark gasped in awe as he looked around the cave he and Jack had taken shelter in. "I didn't know there was caves in Brighton." Jack admitted as he ran a hand along its wall. "Look, there's pictures!" Jack exclaimed as he pointed at the walls. Cave paintings filled every inch of the cave with beautiful colors and dramatic pictures. "There's something written here." Mark interjected as he ran a finger along the words etched into the entrance of the cave. "Legends never die." Mark read aloud. "What does that mean?" Jack frowned in confusion. "Let's find out." Mark shrugged as he poked his head back into the cave with Jack to read the story.

gen·o·cide/ˈjenəˌsīd/ noun the deliberate killing of a large group of people, especially those of a particular ethnic group or nation. For years, Americans have been telling themselves a threat was upon them. Ever since terrorist attacks rose here and there, citizens have been on edge and ready to strike back, but they began settling down and shoving off their gut instincts. Then the bombs hit. Jack was working towards his American citizenship one day at a time after moving in with Mark and deciding he could live out his life there with him. While Jack held onto his green card, Mark was helping every way he could, helping Jack study for the test he'd have to take and pass in order to get his citizenship in a few years. Needless to say it was exciting for the friends, who were also edging towards something more. Then the bombs hit. [Cover art is not my own] [Somewhat AU - Contains violence, gore, harsh language.]