(WARNING! This chapter will contain blood, and stuff.)

(Wilford can tell when Damien, Celine, or both are awake/ asleep. Also, when you open up a portal to leave or go into the Iplier Manor, it appears next to the door)

Mark- Enemy? Friend?

Dr. Iplier (Uncle Iplier.)- Uncle.

Wilford (William, Wil.)-Uncle.

Darkiplier- Father figure.

Google and Bing- Oldest brothers, twins. (Not actually related, Google's older, but they act like twins.)

Yanderiplier (Yan or Yandere)- Older brother.

Blankgameplays (Blank)- Younger brother (Not a Iplier ego, but Dark and Anti took him in. Switches from the Iplier Manor -the new name- and Septic mansion every week.)

Babyplier- Youngest

???- Enemy.

Other egos might be mentioned.

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Terrorlings- Take on many appearances. Monsters that haunt dreams. Job is to take on the form of the things you fear, and make you face them.

Shadows- Can look like anything, but look like they're made of black smoke. Basically, 'evil' pets. Sometimes monsters, ghosts, or beings made from a dark ego's magic. Examples; Char (Dark Chica), Dim (Dark Tim), and Hern (Dark Henry).

Demons- Can look like anything, pure black. known as the 'judges' of the worlds, they decide whether you're going down a good path or not by fighting you, and if your heart is free of guilt and destruction, they let you go. If not, they attempt to steer you in the right direction. Seen as evil, don't believe in evil or good. Great judges of character. Made of negative emotions.

Angels- Can look like anything, glowing white. Don't be fooled by friendly appearances. When the first Angel formed, the person who it belonged to thought it was an angel, so that's what he called it. That man was not a good person. Angels are formed from; being self centered, narcissism, incapability of seeing mistakes, or believing that something you did wrong was good, when it wasn't. Etc. They're worse than demons. Cold aura when 'hunting' someone for their owner. Like Shadows, they can be controlled.

---A somewhat normal day for the Iplier egos (Same day as the Septics)---

---7:00 a.m.---

The Iplier Manor, previously known as Markiplier Manor, was calm, unlike the Septics'. If you listened closely, you could hear someone cooking, eggs and bacon with pancakes.

Darkiplier, the loved dark ego that was commonly mistaken for evil, was making breakfast for his fellow Ipliers.

"Damien! Are you in here? I- Oh, uh... Celine! Good morning! What are you doing? And, uh, you're alone? where is Damien?" Wilford entered the room, only to see Dark without his blue highlight. "You should know by now that Damien doesn't wake up until eight." Darkiplier somewhat answered. "Well, okay then! I'll get Yan up." He then left to wake Yandere up.

Darkiplier put the food on the table, then went back to his room. Yan rushed downstairs and ate breakfast, then ran to the bathroom to brush his teeth. "Well, I suppose I should get the Google up for work, and might as well get the others up while I'm at it." Wilford grabbed a gun, and went outside, shooting upwards.

By now the Ipliers were used to this, it was like their alarm clock. They all got up and went downstairs to get breakfast. Wil went inside and sat down to eat, Yandere walked back into the dining room, "Thanks uncle Wil!" he called. "For what?" Wilford asked, confused.

But Yanderiplier already left though a portal.

---8:00 a.m.---

Dark came downstairs, with both of his highlights. Google was somewhat dressed and about to leave for work, although, he never told anyone where he worked except for Dark, and Wil worked with him, so, he already knew. They both knew that he gave those brats from the 'original' world information on Demons, Shadows, and Terrorlings. Other dark egos wouldn't appreciate that, but, its not like its his choice.

"(sigh) come here Google." Dark helped Google tie his necktie. There was a meeting today, so he had to wear something other than his usual outfit. But, his only other outfit was a suit he only wore once.

He wore a black dress shirt with a blue vest and necktie, blue dress pants and black shoes, and, of course, a small glowing white G on the left side of his vest.

"There." Dark finished and looked at Google, then scowled. He gently grabbed Google's arm and dragged him away to brush his hair.

"There he goes again." Blank sighed, turning to Wilford, who had hid from Dark, "yeah, I'm just glad he didn't get me this time!" Wil chuckled, opening a portal, "bye Blank!" But before he stepped through, a hand stopped him. Blank snickered as he saw Google standing next to Dark, frowning. They looked so identical, for a second Blank thought Dark had a son.

"HAHA! You look so dumb, you old fart!" Bing laughed at Google, who glared back. "A-At least-east I don't look like the s-sun met a retarded carto-on character from the 19-1980's"

Dark quickly stopped their insults by snapping, getting Bing's attention, and pointing to the couch, meaning for him to sit. He turned his attention back to Wil, who was wearing his everyday outfit.

"What are you wearing?! You cant wear that to a meeting!" His red highlight got stronger, Blank thought he heard a female voice talking at the same time as Dark, but didn't think much of it. It happened a lot, when the red highlights get stronger, there is a female voice talking with Dark, and when the blue highlights get stronger, a soft male voice talks.

But something about it was odd, it didn't sound like glitching, in fact, to Blank, it sounded too natural.

Dark dragged Wilford off to get a better set of clothing, and he quickly waved goodbye to Google, and Google, even though he's upset, waved back before leaving through the portal.

When Wil came out, his colors were the same, but, he looked way different. He wore a yellow shirt with a pink trench coat that went down to his knees, yellow pants, pink boots, and glasses, which Blank questioned, his hair was like he always has it, but brushed thoroughly. (I might draw a picture to show he doesn't actually look too bad)

Blank came to the conclusion that Wilford chose the colors, and Dark tried hard to find something somewhat fashionable that was comfy and wasn't a suit. He also realized that Dark wasn't satisfied with the clothing, at all.

Dark shooed Wil through the portal.

---12:00 p.m.--- (This is where the 'somewhat' starts kicking in)

Blank was giving Babyplier applesauce while Dark cooked, Dr. Iplier had gone to work, and Bing was chatting with his friend, Chase. "Dude! No way! C'mon, that's not fair! switch places with me! It's boring here! And our dad, Dark, he's an uptight (Grass hole)! I want a cool dad like you!"

Blank overheard his conversation, and for some reason, got really mad. He wanted to say that Bing was far from the truth, Dark was kind, loving, strong, and funny when he wants to be.

"No, no, I take that back, dad's a cool guy, but, he's strict and doesn't let us run or yell in the Manor. He also doesn't like when we call him dad, which is a bummer."

Blank relaxed, and couldn't help but smile, he didn't know why he'd ever doubted that these egos loved Dark like he did, they were like Dark's children.

Chase mumbled on the other end of the phone.

"We call him dad because he's always acting like our dad! Duh! And even when he says otherwise, we all know he likes being called our father." 'Bing has a good point. I call him dad because him and Anti practically adopted me, but they all call him dad because he acts like one. What if he had kids before?'

Somebody else got on the phone.

"Jackie did what to Anti?!" (Mumbling) "I'll tell dad about that." Bing got up slowly, he was unsure. He hung up, and went to Dark "Hey, Don't freak out, but, Jackie hit Anti... And called him a demon... Henrik wants to know if Anti could come over here tomorrow." Dark sighed, patting Bing on the head, "tell him that's fine, Anti is welcome any time." Blue.

Darkiplier was used to it. Dark egos are usually mistaken for Demons, Shadows, and every once and a while, Terrorlings. And although they work together (Except a few) and look alike, it is still far from the truth.

Dark egos are the more civilized of the four groups. They have more reason for 'attacking' people than the other groups do.

The Terrorlings and Demons 'attack' the dreamers because its their job. The Shadows 'fight' because of their owners or dreamers. The dark egos have two to three good reasons; one, its their job. Two, some have a bad grudge. Three; they die if they don't.

Some dark egos find ways to coexist with their counterpart, Dark and Mark did, but... Dark still tries to kill Mark a lot.

Plus, dark egos are just meaner versions of their Youtuber counterparts, their not made, like the others are, its more like they're born, but not exactly. With a couple exceptions like Anti and Dark.

"Lunch is done!" Dark said.

---3:40--- (Here is the 'somewhat'.)

Dark was pacing. Yanderiplier was ten minutes late. He was gonna have a panic attack, 'what if he got to him?! What if he's already dead?! What if I was too late??!!' His breathing quickened. "Calm down! He's probably with his boyfriend." Bing tried.

That only made it worse. Dark stopped in his tracks, squeezing his cane. He spun around and reached for his phone, that was on the couch.

"I'm back!" A portal opened up by the front door. Dark ran to Yandere, checking for injuries. "I told you he was fine!" Bing grumbled. "To be fair, you did say 'boyfriend', and to dad, that means..." Blank didn't finish, Bing knew what he meant.

"Dad, I'm fine!" Yan gently pushed Dark away, Darkiplier tried to calm his breathing, "where were you?!" Yan sighed, "Char and Hern asked me to go on a walk with them." Dark studied his face, he wasn't lying.

"Next time, text me. And stop calling me that." Dark didn't seem upset, in fact, Yan could see that he was relieved. Dark went and sat on the couch, staring at his cane for a minute, "Dad, are you okay? Do you want me to get Uncle Iplier? or Uncle Wil?" Blank whispered.

"N-No... No. I'm fine..." Dark continued to stare at his cane, looking like he remembered something awful.

---12:50 a.m.---

They had just finished a movie, Yandere fell asleep leaning on Dark, Babyplier was in bed, Bing was bored, Dr. Iplier didn't come home because his help was needed at Markiplier's Hub, Blank was worrying about Dark, and Dark was staring off into space, looking paler than usual.

---12:55 a.m.--- (The 'somewhat' gets stronger.)

Wilford, Dr. Iplier, and Google all came out of a newly opened portal, looking very tired. Dark didn't seem to notice, he was still staring off into space, which worried Blank more. Bing went to Google and started talking with him quietly.

Slowly, Blank got up and headed to Dr. Iplier and Wil, and he quietly told them what happened that day. Wil nodded grimly, knowing why his friend was behaving this way. He also told them that around seven thirty, Dark got even weirder, getting paler, staring into space, etc.

Dr. Iplier's eyes widened, and Wil paused, then asked slowly: "Did he ever show his back to you?' 'That's an odd question.' Blank was curious, but didn't ask. "No." The adults exchanged worried glances, thanking Blank, and telling him and the 'twins' to go to bed.

He walked to Dark and mumbled something to him, Dark paused, nodded, and went with the other two grown ups.

---1:00 a.m.--- (Not a normal day at all.)

Blank and Google took Yandere to his bed, and Google and Bing went to their room to sleep, Blank walked down to a cellar he didn't know existed, he hid behind the railing, and watched the grown egos. There was a table, one that they had gotten a few weeks ago, Dark was sitting on it shirtless, getting his back examined by the doctor.

Blank was horrified to see what was on Dark's back.

There was blood. So much blood, and injuries, knife cuts, clean and straight. Burn marks, everywhere.

But that's not what terrified him.

Blank stared at it.

He didn't want to believe it.

He didn't want to believe someone would do such a thing to his dad.

What made it worse was that Dark was a dark ego.

What made it scary was that Blank was a dark ego.

Most people wouldn't have been as traumatized by this.

Two cuts. Long, clean, straight. One up and down, the other side to side, as if to form a 't'.

It was a cross.

Somebody had carved a cross into Dark's back. Burn marks, bruises, and stab wounds covered his back, blood everywhere.

Tears ran down Blank's cheeks, he was scared, so scared. His heart pounded in his chest, he couldn't think straight, his breathing quickened. He was confused. He wasn't even sure why the sight was scary, and he felt like he was gonna puke.

'Who did this? Why would someone hurt him? Why's there so much blood?' Blank was shaking, Dr. Iplier cleaned up the blood, and the scars, being as thorough as possible while reminding Dark to do breathing exercises.

Blank could see Dark clench his teeth. "I don't understand... Why did the scars open up?" Wilford questioned, "okay, pal. Answer each question honestly: When did this happen?" he started.

Dark had to think for a minute, he kept drifting off. "I- uh... seven. Seven twenty something..." He couldn't focus. Dr. Iplier snapped a few times to stop him. "Was your back facing anyone?" Wil continued. "No." Dark frowned. "Was it cold? Hot? Or warm in the house?" Blank tried his best to hear everything, but he wasn't sure what this had to do with anything.

"Cold." Dark flinched, Dr. Iplier was disinfecting the wounds. Dr. Iplier paused for a second, looking at Wil with alarm, Wil nodded back. "Was the door open?" Dark just shook his head, "it was probably an Angel." Blank froze, 'oh' he realized what had happened (sort of).

Rage filled him, but he calmed himself down and went to bed, knowing Dr. Iplier wouldn't let Dark die.