Your POV

Rivalry. That's all I've known since I was born. Rivalry between the SepticEye's and the Iplier's. I'm an Iplier. Y-N Iplier that is.

Daughter of Darkiplier. I'm 12, if you didn't guess. You may know my Dad from Uncle Mark, or Markiplier, as you may call him.

Yep. My Dad's the greatest demon there is. Satan's best guard. But, that boy had to get involved. AntiSepticEye.

A boy from a poor family, picked at random to begin training to be a guard for Satan. He's around the same age as me now. Still in training.

His brother, Jack, lives in the UK or something. I don't pay attention because I don't care. He's a SepticEye, and he can't be trusted.

Though, Anti is kinda cute. What! I am not thinking that! He can't be trusted! He can not! Though...

Screw you, brain! And, today is 'Take Your Kid To Work Day'. Uncle Mark says that Anti's not a bad kid. That's when I had to stop Dad from killing him.

And that's why Uncle Mark lives somewhere else and not in the mansion. For a good reason.

Me and my Dad are somewhat alike. We both have black hair, dark eyes, and are really hot, plus our smarts and cold manner.

Well, I'm not that cold. I'm also like my mom, Y-M-N. She is short-ish. Long hair and just as hot as me and Dad.

My Dad is not that comforting and it gets hard at times. And mom is not always home, so...I mostly sit alone in my room.

And, Dad gets mad easily, it's his weakness and power. He normally kidnaps innocent people with Uncle Wil, and takes his anger out on them.

And he's always saying something about taking control of Uncle Mark. And when Dad gets angry, I normally sneak out my window and go to Uncle Bim's house, where he lives with his wife and two children.

He says that I'm always welcome there when Dad is being an ass. He is my second favorite uncle. My first is Uncle Wil.

He has a sense of humor, and teaches me about guns and knives. And I love the way he talks, it's so funny!

He lets me hug him and poke his mustache. My Dad just sits at his desk and works on stuff. And if I need something he says, "Y-N, you can do it yourself. I'm busy."

He's always busy. And I hate IT! I hate him! And, recently...he's been hitting Mom. Telling her that he should've married someone named Amy.

And, sometimes I feel alone in the world. I feel like I'm not meant to be. I feel like Dad hates me, wishes that I was nonexistent.

And, Uncle Bim moved away last summer for a job to be a host of a game show, like he always wanted.

Uncle Wil is in prison for murdering this lady, her husband, the neighbor, the dog, and possibly even their baby.

So, I'm alone. I can't talk to Dad about my feelings, he doesn't care. Mom's at work, or at her 'coworkers' house.

As I'm thinking this, Dad comes into my room. "Come on, we have to go, or we'll be late." He says.

I get up from my bed and follow him to the car. I get in the back, since I don't want to sit next to him. We drive off to my Dad's work in Hell.

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A-N:

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