"Same snake different skin" Its only now that the ringing echoes in their ears, a constant hum roar assaults their very senses. "Always spinning his yarns, his webs.. his lies" It's here that he finally shows himself, his form glitching as the final word escapes his lips in a reverberating snarl. Darkiplier is as elusive, coarse as he had always been. Although his eyes as he regarded them didn't seem like they remembered them as the District Attorney all those years ago... it was hard to know if he was evil or a victim created in the carnage of Actor Marks schemes. Either way, it may have been the light, or their naive hopes that thought that those dark eyes didn't seem so cold as they met theirs. //////// Just a self-insert "A Heist With Markiplier" fanfic with a gender neutral reader (with skippable saucy second chapter)