Markiplite Stories

The daily life of Markiplier fans everywhere. Pure comedy. MADE FOR MARKIPLITES EVERYWHERE. Go check me out on youtube Agent Stealth

Hi this is my first story I've ever put online. if I have any mistakes in my writing i will get to them as soon as possible. Oh, absolutely no smut in this story if you looking for that this story isn't for you but on the bright side if your younger its safe. And with that lets start!->

This is just a compilation of my favorite quotes of Mark Fischbach on his youtube channel, "Markiplier". Feel free to request any quotes that you'd like to appear in this book. ^-^ These may be hilarious or serious. He has a sh!t-load of amazing quotes, anyway, hahah.

The sequel to "Depression's Key" by PlayerOfWorth7 After discovering that Y/N's whole life with Mark, all their fun times and great relationships, heartfelt moments and meaningful nights spent together, were nothing more than an illusion, Y/N moves to New York as a way to escape from her old, dreary and her oblivious lover to a whole new place. A new world, for her. Different games. Different plot. Different players. But will there be a different outcome? ~~~~~~~~~~ Hey guys,Player here. Get ready for a whole new book of clichès with a possible twist. Since I don't learn from the past I don't have a plan and my DM is always open for suggestions and just short chats about the book. Hope you enjoy it. I will see you inside, bye bye!

MADE BY LIXIANHUB ON INSTAGRAM: FOLLOW ME! What the fuck lol, take these serotonin fuel shit. Features some parodies and weird gags. Play audio for best!

Three months ago, the popular youtuber MarkiplierGAME went missing - and since then, fans of his across America have fallen suite. Determined to find out what happened to her internet idol and the missing fans, a teenage girl takes it upon herself to solve the disappearances, but never thought she'd end up as one of them. Awaking in a world where the trapped fans and Mark alike are being held, she finds that all these stories have a twist of truth to them, and that twist is out for blood. What do you do when the things you thought were once games, turn out to be real?

When Jessie was 14 years old she met a boy named Mark in her hometown, Cincinnati, Ohio. They were the best of friends up until she was 16 years old and moved out to Ontario, Canada with her family. She completely forgot about Mark by her 18th birthday. When she turned 25 she moved out to L.A to become a singer, but what she didn't know was that Mark lived there too, in the same apartment building, and what was even weirder was that they didn't even recognize each other until a long time after they start hanging out again.

Your car broke down. It's very late, but one house in particular has it's lights on. Boy, do you wish you never went in there.... READ TO FIND OUT WHAT HAPPENS

Laureline is 15 and a complete YouTube fanatic. But when she flies to California, something truly tragic occurs. And Mark is the only one who can save her...

We need to win the Fandom Awards! I know we got this!!

Marks alone. His fans have gone. Vanished off the face of the earth. But all is not as it seems.

A Markiplier fanfic First one of him so yeah...

"Mark..." I start. "What the hell was that?" "It's, um... nothing." "That was not nothing." "Please, don't worry about it... for my sake. And...y-yours."

What happens when the one you love, care about, cherish and would absolutely die for, punches their own ticket early? Where do you go? Who do you go to? Who is there to talk to? You're lost, helpless, dazed, numb and confused. How dare anyone have the nerve to tell you that everything happens for a reason, to say there'll always be someone there for you to go to, to tell you that you'll be okay. How can you be protected from your own thoughts and memories? How can you go on, knowing you could've tried to help the one who needed someone the most. Talking about it would be like pouring salt on an open wound, it's painful, dreadful and pure torture. Will you ever talk? Could you ever tell someone how you perceive the situation? Or do you keep the emotions buried inside until your last breath? How can you trust you won't punch your own ticket just to be with the one you lost? How can you live, with them dead..?