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Starring: Mark, Wilford Warfstache, and Darkiplier
Warning!: Spoilers for Who Killed Markiplier (maybe???)

((Please note: None of this is canon, this is just a small one shot i had the idea for at 3 in the morning)) ALSO: This has one of my major headcanons in it, and please do excuse the poor writing lmao

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It was only around midnight when Mark was startled awake by the sound of glass shattering. He slowly stood up and walked to his door, peeking out. Absolutely nothing was in the dark hallway, so he silently crept down the long corridor. Moonlight flickered through the curtains and fell into graceful patterns on the carpeted floor.

As he was walking down, passing everyone's rooms, he heard muffled crying bleeding through one of the doors. Silently, he approached it, only to find out that the crying was coming from none other than Wilford Warfstache's room. He could tell from the bubblegum pink mustache painted on the door.
"Wil? Are you okay??" Mark questioned, poking his head into the man's room.

The room was dark, the only light coming from the open window. A silhouette sat in front of it, holding an empty bottle with shaking hands. Mark tilted his head slightly, frowning.

"Wilford..?"

The man turned around and Mark noticed the tears streaming down his face, soaking his shirt. A few tears had strayed into his mustache as well. He smiled wearily, taking a shaky step towards Mark.

"Aahhh!! Hello *hic* old friend. What *hic* brings you here?" Wilford's words were slurred and he hiccuped every once in a while. Mark took note of the smell of alcohol.

Mark didn't respond for a moment as he looked around the room. His eyes landed on the broken mirror. 'That must've been the source of the noise..' He thought to himself.

Wilford noticed Mark looking at the mirror and he frowned. "Bah! Don't *hic* worry about that ol' thing..." He trailed off and his voice lowered, sad but cold. "It was broken anyway..."
Mark's frown deepened. "Wilford.. What happened?"
Wilford fell silent as he closed his eyes. He sighed, setting the bottle down.

It took a moment before he finally opened his bubblegum pink eyes, but as soon they focused on Mark, they widened, and Mark could clearly make out the fear that settled into them.

"Wil.. Wilford? What's wrong?" Mark tried to keep his voice steady, but he felt uneasy.

"You..." Wilford mumbled, tears starting to gather in his eyes. "You're not... You're not supposed to be....." He stumbled over his words, making Mark worry even more than before.

"I'm not supposed to be what, Wilford?" Mark kept his voice low, not wanting to scare Wilford any further even if he was confused on how he did so in the first place.

"You're not supposed to be alive..."

Mark's eyes widened. He wasn't scared before, just a little unnerved, but now? Oh boy... "What do you,, What do you mean?"

Wilford fell silent, staring at Mark for a few more moments before he,,, smiled. A large grin stretched across his face and he *laughed*. Mark took a step backwards but Wilford took a step forwards.

"Unless,, U-unless it was all just,, a joke. That's it! You guys were playing a prank on me! Oh Mark you rapscallion." Wilford's voice sounded strange to Mark. He didn't know how to describe it.
Wilford's eyes widened even more. "Of course! You and Damien always liked to mess around with me. But I didn't expect you guys to get everyone else in on it!"

Now Mark was confused. "Wilford.. who's,,, who's Damien?" Wilford froze for only a moment before going back to whatever he was rambling about, ignoring Mark's question.
"Now where's Damien I want to congratulate him on such a good prank! I would have never expected this!" Wilford stumbled towards the door, calling out the name of the man Mark didn't know.

"Oh Damien! Where are you? I found out about your little prank, you can come out now!" Wilford called into the hallway. His voice echoed throughout the big old house. Of course, no answer came, but Wilford kept calling and calling.

Mark hoped that he wouldn't wake anyone up......................