The thing I found kinda interesting about the who killed Markiplier ending was the relationships we had to everyone.
as far as I could tell Damien wasn’t himself from the very start Mark had taken him over. my question is how did we not notice? It appears that Damien was the one we were closest to ( if memory serves the cornel and detective didn’t even know who we were and aside from getting the invitation we didn’t really know our relationship to mark )
Damien however constantly refers to us as an old friend, comfortable coming into our personal space and apperently was in the process of getting us a job with the city ( possibly police work ) so it’s clear he’s the one we’re closest to ( possibly close to Celina it’s hard to tell )
the other thing that stands out to me? Nobody is vexed by or surprised about us having visions, meaning it could possibly be an established fact we had some power ( mark inhabiting Damien’s body may already sense it ) so here’s my own little fun theory I guess
Mark had no real reason to upset with Damien, perhaps his obliviousness but Mark’s rage was directed at the cornel so why would he inhabit Damien’s body? Why not his butler, or the chef or any of the other numerous viable hosts –
I joked a fair bit about us/the pov etc whatever you wanna call it, I joked about us having a crush on Damien or some romantic feelings because of how softly we viewed him, always well kept and lit, sweet and caring with a soothing voice but…. what if we did? What if, knowing we could stop him from taking revenge on The cornel with our power used a crush. What if he knew we had feelings for Damien and exploited that, to keep us distracted and placated not focusing enough to be able to feel what was wrong – not using our powers
and when Celina came he was panicked and scared, knowing she could get us focused long enough to figure out what he was doing before he was finished. So he made sure to kill her, send her to where he sent Damien and even used his powers to manipulate our visions, temporarily leading us off the trail as best as he could such as with the seemingly pointless grounds keeper detour
This makes sense!! (but i still dont trust celine *shifty eyes*)
William sat in the foyer, holding Damien’s cane. He had searched the whole manor, but to no avail. Celine was gone. So was Damien. The cane had been the only trace of either of them he could find, and clutched it now like a lifeline. He glanced over at Y/N’s body, which lay broken and unmoving on the marble floor. He sighed, and put his head in his hands. How could this have happened? Where did it all go so wrong? A noise caught his attention, and he looked up, shocked to see Y/N slowly getting to their feet with their back to him. He sat up, confused. How were they… They turned toward him, and reeled back in surprise…in fear. “Oh no, no! It’s ok,” William reassured, standing and holding out his hand. He stared at them in wonder as they regarded him, a strange look on their face. “I thought you were dead.” A slight smile spread across his face, and he moved towards them, but they backed away again. “I-I mean, of course you’re not dead,” he continued, and his smile grew. “You’re not- how could you be dead? I-I wouldn’t have killed you!” He laughed a short, strangled laugh. “I-I didn’t kill you!” Y/N didn’t speak, they just stood there staring at him, an unreadable expression fixed on their face. “I mean of cour-…I-I mean…of course…” William set Damien’s cane down on an end table, and let out another choked laugh. “I didn’t kill anybody. I-” He laughed out loud then, realization hitting him like a ton of bricks. “It was all a JOKE!” He laughed again, a sense of relief rushing through his entire body. “Of COURSE, it was all a joke!” He turned back to Y/N, who still wasn’t laughing for some reason. “Were you in on this?” William asked, shaking his head. “Did Damien put you up to this? Of course he did. Damien, where are you, you rapscallion?” he called out, stumbling out of the foyer back into the manor. “Where are you? Celine? Oh, it’s time to come out now! It was good, it was good, you almost had me.” He laughed again, waiting for his friends to answer his calls. But he was met with only silence. “Ha…haha…Celine?” he called again.
He wandered through the halls, calling out to his friends, but they still wouldn’t answer him. “You guys are really taking this seriously, aren’t you?” he laughed. “But it’s no good, I figured you out! Where are you?”
“….where are you?”
A hand reached out from behind, and touched his shoulder. He whirled around, and for a moment, his face lit up. “Damien?” But no, it wasn’t Damien. The man standing before him was…grayer, somehow. He was holding Damien’s cane, and was looking at William with an expression that fell somewhere in between rage and pity. William laughed. “You can’t fool me forever, you know. Where are they? Where’s Damien? Where’s Celine?” Something stirred on the figure’s face for a moment, but his features quickly hardened. “They’re gone.” “No.” William laughed again, shaking his head. “No, you don’t get it. They’re just playing a joke on me. Damien’s probably laughing his ass off somewhere…DAMIEN! CELINE! WHERE ARE YOU???” William’s shoulders were shaking now, and he couldn’t tell if he was laughing or crying. The gray man reached his hand out toward’s him for a moment, but stopped before he actually touched him. His movements were stiff and jerky, as if he couldn’t make up his mind on what limb to move when. “It’s not a joke, Colonel,” he said quietly. William kept laughing, tears streaming down his face. “Nonononono, it’s a joke. It has to be a joke, it has to be…” His insides felt hollow, emptied out of everything but pain. It had to be a joke. “Colonel?” He was definitely crying now, his laughs turning into strangled sobs and gasps for air. It had to be a joke, right? It had to be….
“COLONEL!” The gray man seemed to be at a loss for what to do. Then, he flickered, and a red aura reached it’s tendrils out towards the colonel, pushing the gray away. “Will…?” it asked, sounding unsure of the word coming from his own mouth. Will stopped sobbing, and looked up at the gray man. “Will?” he repeated. It sounded so familiar. “Will. Will. She…she preferred to call me Will. Preferred Will. Preferred Will, preferredwillpreferredwill…Wilford…? Wilford!” He laughed maniacally, throwing his head back and roaring towards the ceiling. “Wilford! Such a funny name! Wilford! Is that my name? Yes…yes it must be. Wilford…” The red aura reeled back from Will’s display, a horrified expression crossing the man’s face. Wilford laughed again, pointing at the gray man. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost! What are you doing here, anyway? What are you-” he stopped, and frowned slightly. “What am I doing here? Why is Wilford here?” “Well…” the figure paused, mulling over its words. “It doesn’t matter,” he eventually said, shaking his head. “We need to go.” “Go? I’m not going anywhere! I need to find…I need to find someone…am I looking for someone?” Wilford looked around, trying to make sense of his surroundings. He was sure he had been here before…but when? Why? “I don’t even know your name…” “It’s…” the man paused, thinking. “It’s Darkiplier,” he said, sounding the word out slowly. Wilford giggled. “Well now I know your name! It sounds familiar.” He paused. “Do I know you?” he asked, cocking his head to the side. Darkiplier’s grey aura was punctured by a layer of red and blue at once. “Yes…Wilford.” His voice was rich and layered, as if multiple people were speaking in unison. “You know me.” “Fabulous!” Wilford said cheerfully. “Now, we’ve gotta go! We have to go look for them outside!” “Look for who, Will?” Darkiplier asked carefully. Wilford frowned slightly. “I don’t know.” He shrugged, and grinned. “Guess I’ll know them when I see them!” He bounded out the front door into the morning sunlight. Darkiplier watched him go, then looked down at the cane in his hand. “Maybe you will, Wilford,” He said to himself. “Maybe you will.”
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In light of WKM, I had the following thought. Anti and Dark are lying in bed, kissing passionately. Anti’s hands slip up under Dark’s shirt and run along Dark’s stomach. His thumb rubs over the scar where Dark’s body had been shot by the Colonel and Dark freezes up. Anti has to calm him and knows never to touch the scar again. Eventually though, Dark lets him. Anti ends up loving running his hand over it, to him it’s a thing of beauty. It’s origin may be tragic, but he would’ve never met the man he loves if it didn’t happen.
so the president joked about committing genocide towards gay people……NO ONE should excuse a comment like this, america is such a backwards nation and there shouldn’t be any denial about it
