Any Pronouns. 25 years of age. fanfic writer and artist (call me Huffle). Tiktok is Hufflestiktok, and ao3 is hufflearchive. I am a big softy. I do not ship real-life people or write it and am not comfortable writing NSFW fics. I love art, fanfics, and comics. Love markiplier and jacksepticeye egos, My Hero Academia, and Venom, and Spiderman.
Murdoc was one of the last egos from ISWM that the others found on their radar, being the third behind Stan Wheeler and Engie. However, he refused to join the others at first and had proven to be dangerous when he captured the host and was able to slip from their grasp. Dark cut his losses with the ego, thinking that he might be too dangerous to join them at the ego inc and it wasn’t the first time an ego never joined their ranks and it was for the better.
However that all changed when Eric was running an errand for Yan and ended up being held by gun point by a couple of robbers. He tried to give him all that he had but he hand nothing of value which angered the robbers deciding to drag him into an ally way to rough him up as revenge. After punching him a couple of times they slam him into the wall, watching as he fell to the ground before pulling him by his hair forcing him to look up as they aimed a gun at him, threatening to shoot him since he saw their faces and didn’t want him to rat them out. Eric would have been afraid if he wasn’t too focused on a figure behind the crooks, before the figure moved at lightening speed, using a knife to kill off the attackers one by one, letting them fall to ground in front of Eric.
Eric watched in horror before the figure turned to him causing him to cower, thinking he was next. However, the figure only knelt down wiping his bloody gloved hand with a handkerchief before reaching out, asking if he was alright. The ego only froze, getting a better look at the figure finding that it was an ego and not just any ego, it was Murdoc, the one they had been after. He hesitated, afraid to take his hand when the other reassured that he was safe, he didn’t kill the innocent. Slowly, Eric took his hand and let him help him up watching as the murderous ego began to look over the bodies checking their persons’ for items. Hesitantly, Eric asked if he was Murdoc which caused the other to pause, questioning him on how he knew his name. He quickly explained that he’s from Ego Inc and that the others were searching for him a while back, that he ran into the host. This sparked Murdoc’s interest, having been thinking a lot about the blind ego for a while after their encounter and wanting to know more about him. So he questioned if Eric lived with the host by any chance which he answered saying all the egos lived under the same roof, and that if Murdoc was interested, there was room for him too. It would take Dark some convincing, but Eric was sure that he’d let him stay if he were on his best behavior. Murdoc wanted to refuse, knowing how he was going to be treated if he stayed there and all the rules that would be enforced on him. But he liked this kid in front of him, it seemed like it was hard to say no to the young ego. He also couldn’t get the host out of his head, and had been itching to see him again, so reluctantly he agreed, following Eric home asking his questions about the other egos, but mostly the host.
When Eric brought Murdoc with him, the others were split on weather he was aloud to stay or not. Dark out right refused at first, thinking he was a danger to the others after his stunt with the host, but Eric argued that he didn’t harm a hair on his head, in fact he practically saved him from being killed. Some sided with Eric, agreeing that any ego willing to protect Eric was a good ego in their book. Dark was still refusing though seemed like he was reconsidering. It wasn’t until the host spoke up on Murdoc’s behalf, saying that although he could sense murderous intent in the ego, he could sense something in the ego that he had before and it was stronger now and maybe with their help they could help him and that he’d offer to keep an eye on him if he ever did anything to harm the others, taking responsibility for him. After that Dark relented, letting the ego stay but if he caused any harm to them, he was gone no exceptions.
At first Murdoc kept to himself, the others seemed very weary of him, and he always seemed to get death glares from their leader (Dark) so he didn’t feel very welcomed around the others. He would just stay in his room and try to ignore his murderous instincts, not wanting to get kicked out right away. He wasn’t aloud to leave the grounds, they didn’t think it was a good idea to let him roam free to continue his murders which angered his slightly. Murdoc knew this would happen, that he would be caged in with no way to itch that horrible scratch he had. It’s not like he enjoyed being the way that he was, he really couldn’t help his murderous intent. It was just how he was for reasons he didn’t want the others know, not yet anyway. So he just kept to himself trying to not go insane, however it was short lived when Eric started to come around him, asking if he wanted to hang out with him and wanting to show him around. Reluctantly, Murdoc agreed letting the ego show him around. Slowly, Murdoc began to hang out with the ego more and more. The others were cautious when he walked in with Eric but over time they began to slightly warm up to him, finding that he wasn’t too bad. However he never hung out for long, finding that he was more reclusive and the others were rambunctious, chaotic and loud.
The host had a hard time talking to the new ego, he was very distant and stayed in his room most of the time. Any time he was actually out, he was mostly hanging around Eric since he wasn’t too scared of him. He was also very hard to read, finding that he had put up a wall that was proven difficult to break through, even through his narrations. Even if he got a chance to talk to him, he was either nice one minute but when actually getting to know him, he’d become cagey and snap at him before disappearing again. The host was getting a lot of mixed signals from the ego.
The host was about to give up on him when the ego surprised him. Host has a problem with keeping his clothes clean due to his affliction. Every time he used his powers his eye sockets would bleed and get on him, mostly his trench coat. Due to being blind, he has a hard time cleaning it off. He was even desperate enough to use his powers to make it disappear only for more blood to drip on it in its place. Murdoc had caught the host using his powers on the coat, watching as the other threw the coat in frustration before storming off, leaving him alone with the coat. Later when the host was reading one of his braille books that King had gifted him, He was surprised when Murdoc walked up with his now clean coat handing it to him. He told him that due to his… profession he was pretty good at cleaning blood out of clothing and that if the host needed any help with that sort of thing, then to come to him. The host felt a bit touched at the sentiment, thanking him before taking the coat from him, offering him to join him at reading, having a regular version of the book he was reading on one of his shelves. He was surprised yet pleased that Murdoc took up on his offer, picking up the same book as they read in silence.
The Host x Murdoc (Murderiplier), based on this post. This is how I think they would meet and I might write a fic on it soon
TW: Mentions of Blood
When the egos get word that there was a new ego needed finding, Dark tasked himself along with Wilford, Bim, and The Host to go find them, mostly using Host who was able to sense his location through his narrations, though he had to be careful with over using his powers if the new ego was a threat and they needed him to stop them.
Somehow, during the search, the host got split up from the others and was accosted and apprehended by the ego, and taken to his hideout where he was tied in a chair by rope. Although the Host isn't able to see he could use his narrations to tell that it was the ego they were looking for, who looked just like Mark with round sunglasses wearing a purple turtleneck and a black coat along with a chain necklace.
The ego was Murdoc or Murderiplier from ISWM, and he planned on killing the host, thinking he was a hired assailant after him, about to unravel his bandages to get a better look at him. But as Murdoc loosened the bandages, the Host was able to stop him by using his narrations by taking away his weapons and loosening his restrains, freeing him from the chair he was tied to. While Murdoc was too stunned to act, the host made the ropes wrap around the other ego and forcing him into the same chair, but the bandages around his face were ripped off in the process, exposing his empty eye sockets to the other who was still clutching the wrappings. Instead of looking at the host with disgust or fear, Murdoc only looked at him in awe, a small smile forming on his face as he remarked how the Host looked like a work of art, watching as the blood from his eye sockets ran down his face, staining his trench coat. Of course the host was taken aback by the statement, trying to ignore as the other began to ask a lot of questions about his affliction, about his powers, everything that the host didn’t want to answer while waiting for the others.
Host gave the others a call, telling them that he found the ego they were looking for and giving them his location so that they could pick them both up, having to listen to the other continue to ask questions, and suggesting that they could be partners in crime and how they would have so much fun together, how host’s powers could make the hunt so much more thrilling. The more the host listened to the other talk he couldn’t deny how much the other reminded him of his younger self, back when he was known as the author. When he himself was too murderous, too obsessed with his stories he didn’t care who got hurt or killed in the process, as long as it made a thrilling story, it was fine by him. But he refused the other’s advances, gently suggesting that he gives up his murderous lifestyle and come with him to the ego manor, where he and the others could possibly help him. However, the other didn’t seem too thrilled at the idea because he some how got out of the restraints and now had a knife to the Host’s throat, commenting that it was a shame the other didn’t want to be partners with him and that he declined his offer, telling him he was too far into it to stop now.
The host tried to reason with him, telling him that if he hurt him now he’d just use his narrations to restrain him again but the other called his bluff, noticing that he looked rather pale from the blood loss and had been leaning on the table to keep himself up, he had used to much of his powers to find the ego and having to use them to tie him up. If he used his narrations like that again he could pass out from the blood loss. The host felt like he was done for but to his surprise Murdoc pulled away but still had his knife aimed at him as he backed away toward the exit. The host questioned why he didn’t strike, he had his chance but decided to spare him. That’s when he told the other that he doesn’t attack those who don’t deserve it. Not anymore anyway and he could tell the host was a good one. He then told him his offer did sound intriguing, but it sounded like a cage and he refused to be locked down with rules. So he smiled at the other throwing him his bandages telling him that he hopped to run into him again and that his offer still stands before he slipped quietly away before the others got there. When the other egos made it they found the host standing alone staring into the spot were there other had disappeared too. They checked if he was alright while the others ran after Murdoc but the host knew that they wouldn’t find him. He continued to stare ahead, clutching his bandages close, he could sense so much corruptions in the murderous ego but he could also sense something else in him and he he’s secretly hoping to run into him again so he could figure out what that was.
I'm thinking about the ship between Celcionna x Engineer Mark and how bittersweet it is in the context of wkm, specifically in Actor point of view. Imagine him, secretly watching them both bicker and arguing, but in a playful way that couples do. He's watching them, and for a split second, maybe he wonders what life could have been for him and Celine if things were different.
So the polls finally ended, and it looks like the ship name, at least on my blog, will be Murdermystery! I will be making headcanons soon, and if anyone has any fic requests about these two, just send me an ask or comment below! Can be fluff, angst, or both!!
Summary: The egos randomly have a conversation about the mustache trend of 2014 and Engie learns something about Dark and Wilford he didn’t know.
Ao3 version is here.
"Damn, I can't find it." Bim grumbled under his breath in irritation getting the other egos' that were in the same room's attention.
A few of the egos were in the living room alongside Bim; who was sitting on the couch with his legs crossed, a Word search book resting on his lap. He held the book with one hand, while holding the pen in the other, using it to scratch the side of his head as he scanned the scrambled words, but he looked like he was having trouble. On the left of him was Bing, looking down at his holographic phone, doom scrolling on TikTok; seemingly ignoring the other's plight, or perhaps engrossed in his scrolling to notice. Engineer Mark, or Engie, was on the other side of Bim, working on a prosthetic leg for Eric that was almost done; he just needed to work out some kinks. Stan the water man was in a chair next to Engie reading a novel quietly to himself. Wilford was in a rocking chair next to the window with a pipe in his mouth, though he wasn't really smoking, because bubbles were coming out of the bowl part of said pipe.
"Can't find what, Trimmer?" Dark sighed, who was in a recliner across from the couch and being the closest to Wilford, donning a pair of reading glasses as he looked over papers, most likely bills and plans for their upcoming videos.
"I can't find the word mustache," Bim groused lifting the book toward Dark who just squinted at it. "I've found much more difficult words on here, I should be able to find a word as simple as that. I even found Onomatopoeia!"
"Oh, it's right there, Pally!" Wilford was now suddenly behind Bim, leaning past his right shoulder as he pointed at the book, ignoring as the show host jumped back in surprise, bumping into Engie.
"JESUS CHRIST!" Bim gasped, almost dropping the book reaching up to readjust his glasses as he glared up at Wilford. "Don't do that Wil!"
"Hey, be careful!" Engie snapped keeping the prosthetic leg on the other side away from Bim. "This took me months to make!"
"Sorry," Bim whispered before looking down to see where Wilford was pointing and sure enough it was in the right corner and was spelled backwards. He looked up at Wilford dumbfounded and slightly annoyed. "Oh of course you'd find that word easily!"
"Hey, do you dudes remember the handlebar mustache trend in like 2014?" Bing suddenly and randomly asked, pointing toward Wilford with his thumb. "It kind of looked like Wilford's."
"Oh yeah," Engie gasped setting the leg to the side as he pointed to Bing snapping his fingers. "Where they had it on literally anything?"
"Man, I remember seeing them everywhere," Bim whispered as he circled the word mustache and went to move on to the next one.
"I remember it as well," Stan chuckled as he folded his novel, using his thumb as a bookmark, joining in on the conversation. "I had a Fanny pack with that same mustache on it… and a shirt… and a temporary tattoo of it on my left-."
"TMI Stan," Engie quickly interrupted causing Stan to pause, looking at him in surprise. "We don't need to hear that."
"It was a dare!"
"Still don't want to hear it," Engie sighed before looking back at the others. "But yeah, it was a crazy trend. Though it's died down a lot since then. Not pretty relevant these days."
"Oh, I wouldn't say that, champ," Wilford frowned, twirling his pink mustache as he spoke. "I've had this mustache since the 30s."
"Yeah, mustaches are still pretty hip." Stan agreed, pointing at his own receiving a nod from the pink ego.
"No I know that mustaches are still cool," Engie corrected quickly with a shrug. "I mean that the trend of having it on everything pretty much died down."
"Not with Wilford," Dark interjected with a chuckle, not looking up from his papers as he got the other egos' attention. "You should see Wilford's side of our room. Even has a pink and yellow suit with them."
"Wait 'our room'." Engie suddenly blinked causing Dark to pause finally looking up from his papers. "You two share a room?"
"Yes?" Dark arched an eyebrow as he looked at the confused engineer. "Why wouldn't we?"
"I mean, there are so many rooms here," Engie said still very confused, getting nervous at the look that the dark ego was giving him. "Why not have… separate… rooms?"
"It's because Darky and I are married, sport," Wilford chuckled as he walked up to the side of Dark's recliner, placing a hand on his shoulder, failing to notice the look of surpise on Engie's face the more he spoke. "Now I know you are young and all but surely you know that once you're married you-."
"Wow wait hold up!" Engie interjected waving his hands as he leaned forward, pointing between the two. "You two are married?!"
The room suddenly fell silent, the three other egos looking between Engie and the two married egos, who just looked back at him in shock, though Dark looked more irritated.
"… Yes," Dark drawled, annoyed at how shocked the other looked. "We are."
"But… How did I… When has this been a thing?!" Engie stammered in confusion, looking from them to the others.
"They've been married for years, Engie," Bim answered, slowly closing his book.
"Well, I haven't been around for years!" Engie argued.
"I've been here around the same time, kid," Stan countered, getting Engie's attention. "Even I knew they were together."
"I'm sorry," Dark set his papers forcefully down on the table in front of him, leaning forward, yanking his glasses off his face before pointing at Engie. "You've been living at ego Inc for how long and didn't know that Wil and I were together?"
"I-I don't know! I tried to avoid you the first few months of living here!" Engie exclaimed throwing his arms up in surrender. "You didn't exactly bring out the red carpet for me!"
"To be fair it's all red carpet in the main hall when you first arrive." Wilford chuckled.
"Not to mention you two are pretty… private."
"Just because we don't engage with public display of affection, doesn't mean we aren't together," Dark said causing Engie to press his mouth shut. Dark then glared at him, his aura flaring slightly causing the other to pause. "It's not a problem… is it?"
"No!" Engie snapped shaking his head in worry. "Nonono, not a problem! Just-just threw me for a loop is all!"
"My dude did you really not know?" Bing asked resting a hand on his shoulder. "This isn't a bit or anything?"
"No! Honestly, I didn't!" Engie shrugged Bing's hand off as he glared at him.
"Yan literally calls Dark father and Wilford Papa." Bim squints his eyes at Engie. "You couldn't put two and two together?"
"Literally every older ego adopts the younger ones in this house!" Engie motioned around the area. "How many dads has Eric collected by now!"
"He's got a point," Stan grinned motioning to Engie. "He's even slipped up and called me dad a couple of-."
"Hey, I told you to keep that between us!" Engie snapped his face suddenly turning red.
"Alright, everyone calm down," Dark sighed pinching his nose with a sigh before reaching up and rubbing his head. "Well, you're caught up Engie. Now you know that Wil and I've been together for years."
"I mean, I know I didn't see it before but it makes sense now." Engie shrugged.
Dark blinked at him before squinting his eyes at him. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"I'm… I'm just saying… considering you and Wil's… history." Engie tried gently, backing up on the couch a bit.
"I'm not sure I quite follow," Dark growled, causing Engie to freeze. "Please elaborate."
"Now Darkipoo, let it go," Wilford tried, resting his hands on both of Dark's shoulders. "There's no reason to get all-."
"Aren't you an amalgamation of Wil's ex and best friend?" Engie questioned, ignoring how Bim sucked air through his teeth looking at Engie in worry for his sake.
"I'm going to kill him this time," Dark growled as he got up, trying to storm toward Engie but Wilford held him back.
"Now Darky we don't want to do that!" Wilford protested, trying to keep Dark from advancing toward Engie, but was being dragged by the dark ego, whose aura started flaring. "He didn't mean anything by it I'm sure!"
"Just seemed like Wil's a little greedy is all?" Engie tried to joke beginning to climb over the couch, but that was the wrong thing to say.
"You're dead, Mark!" Dark snapped finally breaking free of Wilford and heading toward Engie, black tendrils seeping from his back and snapping toward the Engineer, who ducked.
"Shit, I'm sorry!" Engie snapped as he jumped over the couch, dodging tendrils as he ran. "I didn't know it was a touchy subject!"
"Your ignorance will be your death, you idiotic excuse for an engineer!" Dark snapped as he whipped another tendril at Engie causing him to scream. "How's that for touchy!?"
"Don't worry son!" Stan suddenly shouted, throwing the book behind him, and poofed into butterflies, before running after the two egos. "I'll save you!
"Not in front of them!" Engie yelled as he ran past Stan.
"Now, Mr. Darkiplier, how's about we calm down!" Stan tried, but fell on deaf ears as Dark continued to chase Engie. "I know! A nice tall glass of water always calms my nerves. How's about we try that?!"
Wilford sighed his shoulders slumping as he watched Dark chase Engie around the room, leaning on the chair that Stan had occupied, which continued to chase after them with water. He then looked over to Bing who had been staring at him with a grin, causing him to shrug in confusion. "What?"
"Well, your greed does sicken me sometimes, Wil." Bing joked causing Wilford to sigh, rolling his eyes a bit.
"I just wanted help with my word search," Bim grumbled watching as Engie tripped over one of Dark's tendrils before being pulled by one of them by his ankle, wincing when Engie let out a high pitched screamed as he was being dragged away.
