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Markisona Origins: Darkiplier

Chapter Two: Mirrors and Dreams, He’s Not What He Seems

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The window he made was a constant in Dark’s life, he cherished the ability to see something that wasn’t an endless space of nothingness. He tried to keep a clock around too, but that infernal ticking sound drove him up the wall.

Or it would, if he was in a room that had walls.

Surprisingly enough, the mirror stayed as well. Dark didn’t have a use for it anymore, but he just couldn’t get rid of it. It stood directly across from his window, and in front of it was a desk, a computer, a chair, a video camera, and a mic. This confused Dark at first because he had seen those in Mark’s room, but why did he need it too?

Today would be the day he understood why.

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