Onwards and Upwards
Summary: Mark has a new project in the works, and this is the first project Yancy gets to see up close and personal.
A/N: Visitation Day, and I want to say I’m excited for the new Markiplier project. Expect it to crank things with my other works after I’ve watched it and picked through it. I hope we get some new egos, specifically another girl one. Yan needs a girlfriend.
If Yancy and Dark are not in Space I’ll eat my hat and then cry.
The Manor had always been weird to Yancy. It was a strange place that was never-ending in its strangeness. Yancy could be walking through Happy Trails Penitentiary and on his way out to Yard he would find himself walking out into the gardens of the Manor.
The House was strange and twisting. There were people who could feel and tangible as an actual person, and then they would disappear and Yancy would find himself with the other Egos.
They were the only “people” in the House. Abe would suddenly appear to chase Wilford around, or the occasional rumors that Anti had appeared to bother Dark once.
It was a weird place that Yancy didn’t like to think about the logistics of . . . of being an Ego. Wilford was fine with it, he took it all in stride and laughed along with the universe.
Yancy didn’t like thinking of it, but he really didn’t have that much of a choice.
Yancy was still in his cell when he felt a light rumbling and he was dumped out of his bunk and onto the ground. The Penitentiary around him started to shift, rooms moving. Some prisoners vanished, others had their striped outfits switch out for different uniforms.
The Penitentiary was turning into a spaceship. Almost all the Egos were dumped out into the backyard. Silver in particular bounced off the balcony on his way out. Dark and Wilford were the only ones not with them.
Out of all of the Egos, the only one not to land on their face was the Host.
“What was that?” Illinois asked as he picked himself up.
“Must be the new project,” Bim grumbled, shoving himself back up and dusting himself off. “Wilf has definitely been talking about it enough.”
“Was it like this before we’s[1] showed up?” Yancy smiled.
“Yeah, well, it’ll be fun to watch again,” Silver shrugged. “Least you three have a shot.”
“Nothin’[2] we can do about that,” Illinois tipped his hat.
“Well yeah, but—” Silver paused to look around him. “Fuck, where’s Dark and Wil?”
“The Entity and the Madman are still within the Manor’s walls,” the Host answered.
“Why’s[3] not just kick ‘em[4] out?” Yancy asked.
“The Entity and the Madman are an integral part of the Manor, they cannot be separated from it.” The Host was looking in the Manor’s direction.
“Well’s[5] now, that don’t[6] seem very fair.” Yancy rolled his eyes.
“Whether it is fair or not is inconsequential,” the Host said, “it will not change what happens to or around the Egos.”
Yancy was about to retort something when arguing came from the balcony above, drawing his attention away.
“Wilford! Let go of me this instant!” Dark shouted from the balcony overlooking the backyard.
Wilford’s chuckle was just barely audible, but the top of his head and Dark was the first thing the Egos saw as Wilford was carrying Dark out of the Manor and down the stairs to the yard.
“Don’t laugh at me, you buffoon, put me down,” Dark ordered, pounding his fist on Wil’s shoulder but the madman didn’t seem to notice it.
“Come now, Darkling,” Wilford was carrying Dark over his shoulder. The Entity was looking back towards the Manor with pure rage in his eyes. Dark was fuming in pure rage. Wilford’s magic and aura kept Dark from twisting away from him. “He’s busy.”
“He’ll be busy being dead when I get done with him!” Dark shouted.
Wilford just started laughing in earnest now and he did put Dark down next to the other Egos.
“How dare you,” Dark began as Wil just stared at him with a smile.
Wilford pulled out a huge bound stack of papers. The words “In Space with Markiplier” on the front. “Here you go, I know you wanted to take a look at this.”
Dark glared at him, still clearly insulted and angry. He snatched the script away and held the glare for another second before starting to flip through the script.
Slowly his expression turned into one of intrigue, before a devious smile began to spread on his face.
“Yes,” Darkk said before running past Wil and heading back up the stairs and into the balcony.
“Don’t worry, I’ll get him, the little scamp,” Wilford chuckled before following after Dark.
“How’d he get that script?” Illinois asked.
“Prolly[7] stole it,” Yancy shrugged.
“Yeah,” Silver sighed
The Egos waited until the Manor was done rearranging itself, then they all went back inside to wait for the project to finish itself.
It took Yancy forever to actually get to the Yard in the Penitentiary, the House leading him in different places until finally letting him go.
The new project was on its way, and Yancy would rather be in a familiar place when it hit.
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Accessibility Translations:
1. we
2. Nothing
3. Why
4. them
5. Well
6. doesn’t
7. Probably
