Markiplier One Shots

Happy Birthday, Dark

You checked on the food that was in the oven and began setting out some of the cold things - guests would be arriving soon. By the time you were finished and you came back out to the entryway, Dark was descending the stairs in his new suit. He looked extremely handsome in it, as always, and the fit was just right. He didn't normally smile much, but there was a big grin on his face as he made his way down the staircase. You could tell he felt great.

"How do I look?" he asked, smoothing down the jacket.

"Devilishly handsome," you laughed. Before he could reply, the doorbell rang.

It seemed as if the entire guest list had arrived at the same time. When Dark pulled the front door open, the two of you were greeted by Wilford Warfstache, who immediately gave Dark a big squeeze and then forced a party hat onto his head while loudly slurring, "Happy birthday Darky!" He was followed by the Jims, who had brought cameras and other filming equipment - you weren't sure if they ever went anywhere without it. After them was Google, who gave a quick hello, and Bing, with his skateboard in hand. The King of the Squirrels was preoccupied with a couple of squirrels in the front yard, which he was talking to, and Eric timidly came in last, tightly clutching his favorite little towel in both hands. The previously quiet house became loud very quickly, mostly because of Wilford, who clearly brought the party with him.

"So much for low key," you mumbled apologetically to Dark. But apart from the party hat he was now being forced to wear, he didn't seem to mind all that much.

You poured wine and other drinks for the party guests and everyone helped themselves to different pastas. You set it up like a make your own pasta bar and each person could choose their pasta shape, sauce, and meat/seafood if they so desired. There was a four cheese sauce, a regular marinara sauce, creamy alfredo, and pesto as well as shrimp and chicken to add in. There were breadsticks, too, of course, and a salad.

The dinner table was a hilarious sight. There were so many different beings sitting there. There was Dark, his aura consisting of mainly blue as he happily ate his favorite entree and sipped on what was the best drink in his book. Then there was Google, with just a glass of water and no food - you never knew him as much of an eater. He was pretty much a robot, after all, just sitting and listening for commands. Bing was just drinking pop and stuffing his face with mostly breadsticks and sprinkling things like, "totally" and "rad" into conversations. The King had come inside and joined everyone at the dinner table, but instead of eating or drinking, he was scooping peanut butter out of a jar and smearing it on his face. Both Jims were drinking wine and having salads and bread, saying, "Back to you, Jim," after almost everything they said to each other. Eric had a small amount of food on his plate and was anxiously playing with his towel still, stuttering whenever he spoke. Wilford had some pink drink with a flowery umbrella sticking out of it (you weren't sure what was in it, he was drinkless one minute and had it the next before you could offer him anything). He was sipping it often and instead of having the main course, he had already gotten into the sweets. He had one of every dessert on his plate, minus the cake that had yet to be cut and served: chocolate pudding, cheesecake, chocolate candies, black licorice, chocolate ice cream, and cookies. And lastly, there was you, with a plate full of y/f/pasta with y/f/sauce, breadsticks, and some salad with y/f/dressing. You were drinking y/f/drink and watching the shenanigans unfold, just glad to see a smile on Dark's face.

After dinner, everyone headed over to the game room. Dark chatted with Wilford, who insisted on taking tons of ridiculous selfies with him wearing party hats and sashes and all of the other random props Wil seemed to pull out of nowhere. The King was back outside with the squirrels presumably, Google and Bing were arguing over darts, the Jims were playing pool, and Eric was hanging back with you, not sure what to do with himself. After a game or two of darts and pool and more drinks, everyone went back to the kitchen to sing to Dark and have some dessert. You put a single candle on the top of Dark's sinful devil's food cake that was decorated with pitch black icing.

"Do we really have to do the singing? I don't know what to do with myself," Dark grumbled, crossing his arms.

"Yes, it's part of the experience! And for the record, nobody knows what to do with themselves when they're being sung to on their birthday," you promised. You lit the candle and counted down from 3, and everyone started singing. Wilford was the most enthusiastic and loud, as drunk as he sounded, while Eric smiled awkwardly at Dark as if to try to comfort him in the uncomfortable moment. The Jims were doing everything they could to get a good shot of Dark during the song.

When the singing was over, Dark looked at you as if to ask what was supposed to happen next.

"Make a wish and blow out your candle, but don't tell the wish to anyone, or it won't come true. Or at least, that's what I was always told," you said. Dark thought for a moment, then blew the flame out. Everyone clapped and Wil gave Dark another big hug.

Cake and ice cream were served to everyone along with the other yummy sweets and desserts, and somehow Wilford managed to fill his plate up with at least one of everything again. Everyone ate, talked, and relaxed for a little while before heading home, full of food and ready for sleep.

"I'm sure it wasn't exactly what you had in mind, but did you have a good birthday?" you wondered.

"Yes, it was a nice first celebration of my existence," Dark smiled. You weren't sure if you had ever seen him smile as much as he did that day, and that made you feel incredibly accomplished and satisfied.