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When The Mirror Breaks, So Do Our Hearts || Damien x Dark!Reader

Alright so I actually love this concept and who knows, I might, MIGHT, make it into a series! The Idea was proposed by @crowley-is-a-danger-noodle and honestly it's so good. Galaxy Braining at its finest! Obviously, the plot had to be tweaked a little bit for maximum angst™ so things are a wee bit different! Spoiler warning for Who Killed Markiplier?, I guess.

Okay, just finished it and...I think I'd like to make a series, but...should I?

The bullet through their chest sent them reeling backwards, over the railing, and downwards to the ground. William stood at the top, gun out, and Damien stood behind him, mouth agape. Y/N briefly registered him yelling before their body hit the floor, and everything went dark.

When they awoke...something was different. They felt different. Powerful? Maybe. Cold...why was it so cold? And their neck was aching to no end. And the railing...the railing! They'd fallen! How...how were they alive? They'd been shot! Shot in the chest! Y/N then realised that someone was talking to them...Damien?

"Y/N? Wake up, please." They could bear him plead and although part of them longed to abide his wishes the other part of them protested. "William didn't mean to fire, it's not what he wanted. Please. Please get up. Y/N." He continued to talk, and Y/N felt a soft hand take hold of theirs. Oh, why didn't they comfort him? But no. It wasn't allowed.

Y/N waited 'til Damien was gone again, which was a long while, and then they stood, recoiling when William came rushing over, spouting nonsense about how he'd known it was all a joke. Y/N ignored him for the most part, more interested in the mirror. When William finally took his leave, they finally walked up to the mirror, staring at their reflection, before finally rolling their neck.

The mirror cracked suddenly, and Y/N suddenly realised that they were now monochromatic, with no colour at all to be found. And, even weirder, there was now a burning, consuming desire to get revenge on...Mark? Yes, Mark. Him.

Then they noticed Damien behind them. His eyes were wide but he seemed to just know what had happened, and Y/N snarled, upper lip curling, and walked over, backing him into a wall. "What is going on?" They snapped, not noticing the sudden ringing or the fact that Damien was reaching out to them and then suddenly his hand was holding their cheek.

Y/N recoiled from his touch, and they finally took notice of the ringing, and the fact that every now and again a copy of them would appear, appearing to be yelling. What was that? They gritted their teeth, falling to their knees, wanting it all to just stop-

And it did.

The area went darker than the skies at night, and Y/N took a shuddering breath, looking at Damien. "I don't...I don't need your pity. I don't need it." Y/N told him, looking around, avoiding eye contact, avoiding looking at him.

"I'm so sorry. This...wasn't meant to happen. I though Celine-" Damien shook his head wildly. "I thought she knew what she was doing. This house is cursed, Y/N-" He started to explain, but the ringing returned, full force, making him stumble back.

"WELL SHE CLEARLY DIDN'T! LOOK AT ME! WHAT EVEN...what even am I? I'm a mess. I'm an anomaly. I'm...broken. I'm not supposed to be here, Damien, but here I am. Here I am with a broken neck and some other...thing in my body, just a few minutes ago I was dead, and yet here I am." Their temper was momentarily gone, control completely lost as the ringing grew unbearable louder as they struggled to stay in control.

"Y/N-"

"Don't call me that. I'm not Y/N anymore." Y/N told Damien, hands drifting upwards to straighten their suit- when had they put that on? They brushed it off, and finished the action, rolling their neck again, causing it to crack in a way that any other neck that had just been broken would. Damien flinched, but stepped closer again.

"Then I won't call you that. But listen. There's gotta be a way to fix this mess, and I will." He assured Y/N, and they waved him off, the manor returning, and surrounding them again. "No, I will. I promise you..." He trailed off, and Y/N looked up, a name on the tip of their tongue.

"Dark." They mumbled. "I am Darkiplier."

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I don’t know what’s wrong with me.

Over two years ago, Who Killed Markiplier was posted on YouTube. I remember watching it with all my friends and laughing at Jim News.

But that’s not the point of this post.

After the final episode of WKM was posted, about a week later I had a dream.

I don’t know if it can be considered a nightmare or not. It was just unsettling.

Let me explain.

It started off pitch black. I looked around to see if anything, or anyone was there.

Nothing.

So I start to walk. After a good 5 minutes walking, I hear this singing. It’s deep and very calming, but at the same time it’s creepy. Whomever was singing, was singing “Don’t You (Forget About Me)” by Simple Minds.

As I walk closer and closer to the singing, I see a figure sitting in a chair, facing me with their head facing the floor.

I didn’t recognize them till I got closer.

It’s Damien from WKM. Except it’s not exactly him. He is wearing the same suit and has the cane, but his skin was a pale grey and had a 3D effect around him.

I immediately figured out that this was not the Mayor, Damien. No. It was Celine and Damien, together as Darkiplier.

Dark finally looks up and sings,

“Don’t you... forget about me... don’t don’t don’t you...”

And then I woke up.

At the time I was confused as hell on what just happened. And I forgot about the dream.

Until now.

A couple weeks after A Heist With Markiplier was posted and I saw Darkiplier again.

Consciously, I didn’t remember the dream till this past Saturday when I was talking with my cast mates after our show. It came up weirdly, we were talking about deja vu and dreams when I was suddenly hit by the dream again. I told my friend about it and it’s been on my mind constantly since then.

Unconsciously, I think I remembered it. It always showed up somehow. Whether it was the painting I made recently for my show or it was listening to “Don’t You (Forget About Me)” by Simple Minds on repeat without knowing the reason why.

I’m going to make a YouTube video about this, with hopefully more detail as well as maybe an animation to go along with it, so stay tuned for that!

I guess the reason why I’m posting this now is that, I can’t sleep because it’s playing in my head on repeat. Maybe my mind is punishing me for forgetting, or I could just be blowing this way out of proportion... I don’t know.

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Raise of hands

Who here is still not over WKM?

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I'm still screaming.

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Forgiveness

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Celine was on her knees, crying at the feet of her soon to be exhusband, “Please Mark... please i’m sorry... It won’t happen again”.

“Sorry?! SORRY?!? YOU ARE FUCKING MY BEST FRIEND!!” Mark screamed in anger. A vien throbbed on his forehead and his face was as red as a sunburnt tomato. Celine continued to cry below him, she had made a mistake, a massive mistake but can you blame her? Sure she loved Mark but he has grown distant and cold, while William was... lively... and sweet... and handsome and how could she resist a man in uniform?

“Mark I think you need to calm down” the still half naked William said in an attempt to ease the anger.

“C... calm down?” Mark slowly turned to the Colonel “Calm down? CALM DOWN?!” he screamed at the top of his lungs. He grabbed the Colonel by the chest hairs “You.... YOU WERE SLEEPING WITH MY WIFE! YOU FUCKING TRAITOR!!”

“M-Mark please” Celine grabs his arm, tears glistened in her eyes, “Forgive him! H-he-“

“FORGIVE HIM?! how can i EVER forgive you two?!” Steam was practically spilling from his ears

“Mark-“

“Get out of my house” Mark growls at them both

“But-“

“GET OUT OF MY FUCKING HOUSE!”

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Who’s There? (Two) - Who Killed Markiplier - Final Scene (Cover)

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