"Hello Everybody! My name is Markiplier!"
(cheerful music plays)
"These same words were heard around the internet day
by day, letting all those who heard them that a man
with a heart of gold had come to entertain.
Either by getting the pants scared off of him...
(if he were wearing them that is)
Or by reacting to the craziness and insanity that
was the games he played.
This was the life of Markiplier, this was what he
loved. No matter the city, or place, he always
made sure that his fans had plenty to enjoy.
But even as devoted as he was, there was still
a need to relax and enjoy himself. After recordng
this video today, he was going to take a few hours
to relax. And how does Markiplier relax?
By playing games of course!
After moving into this new house, Mark spent some
time browsing the web for any fanmade games to
play and came across a rather interesting one...
It was called, Desktop Tiny Box Tim.
The game was described as a desktop toy in which
you could interract with and play with Tiny Box Tim,
just like the old Tamogatchi toys. Intrigued by this
Mark downloaded the game to his computer but
before he could try it out, he needed to record a
video.
Now finished with his recording, he can finally give
the game a try. Clicking the icon for the game, he
opens it. At first nothing happens, but then his
screen flickers and after a moment, Tiny Box Tim
drops down onto the screen. He smiles widely
and waves at Mark, who has a major awwww
moment at Tim's pure cuteness.
Mark spent several hours playing with Tim, tickling
him, feeding him, petting him, and even watching
over him as he napped. Whoever created this game
seriously nailed it and Mark considered making a
video of this for his fans to see. As Tim got up from
his nap, he stretch broadly and rubbed his eyes,
smilling at Mark adorably. Mark smiled back a
delightful warmth in him and the two were as
happy as they could be..."
(music stops)
"But....Then it all changed...."
(creepy music plays)
"As Mark sat there, playing with Tim, suddenly, the
computer glitched, then froze. The mouse wouldn't
move, no commands from the keyboard worked
nothing seemed to work at all...except, that Tim was
still moving. He was looking around, as though
wondering what had happened. Mark considered
that maybe this was part of the game and that
it would clear up in a moment.
But then...it happened...
In the background of Mark's desktop, a door seemed
to swing open, as though someone had literally
opened the backdoor to his PC. The area beyond the
door led into an expanse of darkness that nothing
could penetrate. Tim turned and looked to the door
seemingly as confused of where it came from as
Mark was...
But wait, this was all a game right? How could Tim
react to this door? But wasn't the door part of the
game? It had to be.
Tim looked back at Mark, looking scared, he didn't
like what was going on. Freaked out a little,
Mark tried vainly to regain control, and as he
pushed buttons on his keyboard, a figure emerged
from the doorway.
A tall man, robed in black, stepped onto Mark's
desktop, his face and body obscured from view
by darkness that seemed to be of the very void
beyond the doorway. He neared closer to Tim, who
backed away, clearly terrified. Mark stood up from
his chair, his heart pounding. This had long since
stopped being funny.
The figure stopped before Tim, who cowered away
pawing at the screen as though reaching for
something, or someone to help. A wide, serrated
grin became visible under the hood of the man's
cloak, his eyes flashing soullessly as he leered at
Tim.
The figure produced a thick black club from under
his cloak, raising it high, ready to strike...
Mark put his hands on the screen and involuntarily
yelled in alarm as the figure struck Tim with a
wicked cackle.
A spray of blood lined Mark's screen as Tim was
knocked backward's with the blow, colliding with the
screen. Mark jumped back in alarm as a solid thud
hit his hands, the whole monitor jolting forward and
the screen cracking. The figure giggled softly to
himself as he put his weapon away, walking forward
to the downed Tim.
Tim feebly looked up at Mark, reaching out with one
shaking arm before the figure grabbed him by his
body and dragged him backwards to the door. Mark
screamed in protest, gripping the monitor firmly
and as the figure pulled Tim through the door, he
smiled at Mark.
A single laugh came from the void beyond the door
as it slammed shut and when it did, the computer
died..."
