The others faded years ago, but he wasn’t quite sure how many. Not much point in keeping track of time when there’s nothing to live for. Nothing to look forward to. Nothing.
Mark kept his promise, he kept the channel up after he stopped making videos. That alone kept Wilford and the others around for a while. The fans still cared, after all.
But slowly, they started to lose interest. The weakest were the first to go, those who were only in one or two videos. Yandere, Bop, Bim, Ed, the Silver Shepard, they faded quickly. The Host lasted a bit longer, due mainly to the scope of his powers, but not by much, maybe a month longer than the other five. Dr. Iplier was next, and he spend his last moments bustling around the clinic, trying to cure himself. King, the Jims, the Googles, Bing, they were next. Soon, only Wilford and Dark remained, and then it was just Wilford.
The channel icon, Mark’s face with a pink mustache, Wilford’s face, was seen whenever someone scrolled through their subscription list. That was just barely enough to keep him alive. He was more of a ghost, really, barely corporeal and hardly visible unless he concentrated.
He never did anything anymore. He stopped trying to air Warfstache TV after Bim faded. He stopped leaving his room after Dark faded. There was nothing for him anymore, he was doomed to a lifetime of solitude that wouldn’t end until the last of Mark’s subscribers was gone and there was no one left to see his face.
It was unbearable.
He hated every second of this miserable life.
“Hey, you remember this dude?”
“Oh yeah, we used to spend hours watching his stuff.”
Someone was watching Mark’s videos.
Someone was watching his interviews. For the first time in ages, he felt the power of having an audience, even if it was only one or two people reminiscing.
He left his room for the first time since Dark faded, praying to whatever was listening that they would watch the other egos videos, too.
He looked in each room as he walked down the hall, hoping beyond hope to see someone inside. He checked the Google’s room first, knowing that “Google Gets an Upgrade” was at the top of the live action playlist.
“Hey, is that Markiplier?”
“Shit, I haven’t watched him in years, mind if I join?”
“Googs?” His voice cracked from disuse. “Googs, you in here?”
He checked room after room, still feeling the power of having active viewers. They were still watching.
Every room was empty. His voice echoed uncomfortably through each one. He started to lose hope. Obviously one or two viewers wouldn’t bring the others back, and while he had realized that as he walked through the hall, he just couldn’t keep himself from checking for the others.
“Oh hey, check out this series, it’s one of my faves.”
“‘A Date with Markiplier’ ?“
“Yeah, take the horror movie route.”
He finally reached Dark’s office at the opposite end of the hallway, and opened the door with trepidation. He probably wouldn’t be here either, no one else was.
“Holy shit, hot demon dude.”
“Dark was always my favourite uh, what were they called? Egos? Yeah. He was my favourite.”
“Any more vids of him?”
As soon as he opened the door, his ears started ringing.
Nerd Lord posted a link
Nerd Lord: hey guys watch this
That Damn Kid: oh hey i remember this dude
Hot Diggity: fuckin nostalgia trip
Hot Diggity: imma binge this channel now fuk u
Fucko: yno wat same
That Damn Kid: yeah me too
The ringing got louder. Granted, it was still faint, but it was increasing in volume, bit by bit.
Wilford walked into the room slowly, not really believing the ringing was Dark. Why would it be? He was probably hallucinating.
okay so we always talk about theatre kid aus but they are always the same and honestly wouldn’t happen, so allow me to give you aus based off of my three years of being in my high school’s drama club
you bought a copy of the script when you found out what we were going to do so you would be prepared at auditions and got the lead. i would be mad about your advantage except that you’re really cool and i think i might be falling for you
oh god, your significant other just broke up with you during a five minute break in the middle of rehearsal and now you’re crying in the greenroom and clutching your phone. shit, i’m sorry, but it’s your cue. um, you know what, i’ll just go read for you
i walked in one of the bathrooms while you were changing into a different bra/binding for one of your costumes and i am definitely not thinking about your tits whenever we talk what are you talking about?
our adviser/director this year hates tech/crew and you keep ranting about what a bitch she is when i’m not on stage or practicing my lines and you’re honestly adorable when mad
we are co-directors and i can’t believe that we’ve been friends for years because you are the last person i wanna see rn
okay you are a good actor and might be cute but you do not know how to memorize lines so i’m trying to help you and now it’s a love scene and this is awkward
two cast members were dating irl and just broke up and i s2g the show is falling apart bc of the small civil war splitting up the cast and crew (bonus points if the narrator actually likes one of them because that always happens in my club)
the entire game of “honey i love you” gives you situations like these:
this is the first time i have spoken to you and it’s during this stupid warm up game and now you have a boner which wouldn’t be so bad if i didn’t have a crush on you
we fell because you climbed on me to try and make me crack and almost did the anime kiss thing
i swear i usually don’t crack but you’re hot and i might be in love with you
and the more accurate version of love interests being played by enemies:
i’ve had a crush on you for years and now we’re playing worst enemies and i should not find our arguments this hot
And like…? Are we even watching the same show? Mad Sweeney does not LOVE Laura. He doesn’t even LIKE Laura. I think these stans are confusing guilt over his involvement in her death with affection. Yes, Sweeney is kind of a dick, but he does feel remorse (unlike Laura).
There’s a difference between sexual/romantic chemistry and emotional chemistry. I think Pablo and Emily have the latter, but not the former.