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Voxhollow
Hi everyone! I've decided to take a crack at writing a fanfic featuring some of my favorite egos from Markiplier and Jacksepticeye. (I'll probably include egos from other fandoms in the future). I know I'm not entirely the best at writing but I'll do my best. In the meantime, enjoy this prologue to get a sense of what story I'm making. Thank you!
Prologue
In the sprawling metropolis in the city of Ashvale, where gears turn with purpose and steam billows from towering factories, there exists a figure shrouded in mystery and cloaked in shadows - a man known only as Dark. A successful entrepreneur with several ventures that makes him a force to be reckoned with. His silhouette is an intimidating presence amidst the flickering gas lamps and the clattering of mechanized contraptions that dominate the cityscape. As the gears of progress grind relentlessly forward, Dark emerges as both a product and a master of his time with his head held high towards his next venture into business. In this world where technology and mystique collide, it’s easy to lose one’s own self in this vast environment of advancement. People are optimistic for Ashvale’s future and look on with enthusiasm to see what will come next.
However, the seemingly prosperous façade in this city would be shattered thanks to an unknown criminal with a mysterious vendetta against Dark and the system. Come along on this tale of uncertainty, a journey of redemption or ruin, yet to unfold amidst the clinking of gears and the hiss of steam that echo through the city's forgotten corners. Enter now, if you dare, into the realm where darkness meets invention, where the line between man and machine blurs, and where this story begins.
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Chapter 3: Ripples of Change
It had been about a month since the last arson attack took place in Ashvale. The sudden gap of peace and quiet didn’t quell the people’s fears, rather they intensified. Everyone could only speculate who would be the next target of Anti’s reign of terror. A handful of people had the dim hope Anti was done with his villainy and the city could return to its blissful state of ignorance.
Dark knew that wasn’t the case. Much like any criminal mastermind, they always took a break in between their escapades, the next job being bigger than the last. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t concerned about this. Always discreetly attending all of the morning meetings about any reports related to suspicious activities at his establishments along spending his afternoons personally inspecting the buildings himself incognito. Each time nothing came up. He couldn’t shake off this sickly feeling building in his gut. Dark knew this paranoia wasn’t worth losing sleep over. He was just being cautious is all. At least that’s what he wanted to believe.
Wilford noticed the changes in his demeanor and became worried. It was the littlest things he could pick up on. He wanted to say something to Dark, but he wasn’t sure how to approach him. He knew he would tell Wilford not to worry about him and that would be the end of the conversation. He sighed and put a hand through his suave pink hair getting ready for another day at the office. He stepped over to the door and took a deep breath. “Another day, another dollar.”
Walking to the office, Wilford fully takes in the surroundings. A city that keeps moving forward, a place with bright aspirations for the future, the perfect target for someone to smash into pieces. Wilford knew even this city was not free of its flaws no matter how much people try to deny it. He doubts anyone believes Anti is done with his spree of arson. Ignorance leads to nothing but trouble. His thoughts then begin to linger about the same kind of people always jumping to conclusions about everything and everyone; it makes him feel slightly frustrated about his own experiences with those same individuals. Sure he might present himself as an eccentric goofball but hardly anyone ever gives him a chance to really get to know him better. Instead people just write him off as an idiot who is extremely lucky he’s friends with such a powerful figure. Dark has assured him time and time again that’s not the case at all, he does sometimes wonder how Dark puts up with him and his sporadic behavior.
Wilford snaps out of his thoughts when he hears the loud whistle of a traffic signal. He brushes those feelings aside and crosses the street. Along the way someone nearly bumps into him hurriedly walking in the opposite direction. Strange, he thought. “I wonder why they’re in such a hurry, it's only eight in the morning? Eh oh well must be late for work or something.” He heads into the office, greeting all of the receptionists as he makes his way to the top floor.
When the door opens he is greeted with the sight of Dark preparing coffee and some toast. He took in a deep breath taking in the intricate aroma of a morning brew. A warm comforting embrace to truly wake him up. He headed over to the kitchenette to prepare his share of breakfast.
“Good Morning Wilford.” Dark said as he poured coffee into his mug, black coffee with only two cubes of sugar was his go to in the morning.
“And a good morning to you my friend! How are you doing on this fine day?” Wilford responded. He proceeded to make his own mug of coffee with a boatload of cream and sugar. It sometimes sent a shiver up Dark’s spine, wondering how Wil could take so much sugar early in the morning. He took another sip of his own slightly bitter drink, walking towards his desk to take a seat.
“Same as always. And you?” Dark asked, taking his seat to look at last night’s reports from security.
Wilford took notice of this action and internally sighed. He felt that now would be the right time to say something.
“Just dandy!” Wilford exclaimed. He walked over to where Dark was and faced him. He took a deep breath and sighed. Oh boy. Whenever Wil did this, Dark knew he was being serious about something.
“Damien. I’m sure you don’t want to hear this, but I'm starting to get a little worried about you. I know what you’re going to say, that I’m worried about you over nothing, but clearly this Anti criminal is starting to drive you up the wall. Please Dark talk to me, tell me how you really feel about all of this. It is just you and me.”
Dark felt a twinge of frustration course through his body. He usually didn’t like dealing with his own emotions or talking about them. However, bottling up emotions is never a healthy habit for anyone. So, just this once he felt he could partially share what he was feeling.
“William. I understand your concerns over my seemingly anxious behavior about this miscreant. I am truly just taking the extra steps needed to be absolutely safe about this ongoing problem.”
Wilford wasn’t fully convinced of this. Dark could tell by the look on his face. He took a slight pause and walked towards Wil.
“Wil, while it might seem I am being paranoid, it is only fair I feel overly cautious, I have a strong feeling that Anti’s next plan is going to be bigger than the last and it’s only fair to assume… I’m the next target.”
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Chapter 4: Culmination
Wilford wasn’t sure how to respond to what he had just said. “Dark we don’t know for sure that you're Anti’s next target. It’s not like he’s made any proclamation, why don’t you take a few days off to take your mind off things?” Dark chuckled.
“I wish I could old friend but this company doesn’t run by itself. Besides, I don't exactly trust anyone except you to take over.” Wilford made a big sigh when he heard this. He always knew Dark was stubborn; once he sets his mind on something he sticks with it. It's been this way ever since they were kids.
“Dark-”
“Wilford please, I don't want to talk about this anymore. We have more important matters to deal with.” Dark went back towards his desk as he said this. Wilford looked totally defeated. He was really worried about Dark at this point. He wished for just this once that Dark listened to reason. Dark noticed Wil had a downcast look on his face. Dark internally sighed. He hated to see his friend this way. Maybe he is being a bit much about this.
“How about this? I’ll do one patrol at only one of my factories tonight and that will be it.” Wilford closed his eyes and made a deep exhale through his nose. This was probably the best he was going to get out of Dark, he thought. “Okay, but please do get some more rest and don’t stay out too late.” Dark wasn’t entirely sure he could keep that promise.
“Okay I will. Now then shall we move on to business?” Dark gestured. Wilford gave a smile and went straight to work.
The rest of the day went by smoothly and at five in the evening it was time to go home. Wilford wanted to convince Dark to go to the bar with him, but Dark politely refused and said his goodbyes.
It was eleven at night and Dark was patrolling the halls of his first factory he opened ten years ago, The Gearmore Cogwheel factory. It was a project that took years to construct. Dark had put in his blood, sweat, and tears into this place. Even though it wasn’t as grand as his newer factories are, it still held a place in Dark’s heart. His mind went back to the time when Wilford did the ribbon cutting for the grand opening. It put a smile on his face remembering the old days. Dark took a moment then snapped out of his thoughts to focus on the task at hand.
Now being close to midnight Dark was still at the factory. Nothing was heard or seen in the time he had been there. Wilford was right, maybe he was overthinking this too much. With a heavy sigh he decided to leave but not without one last go around. Absolutely nothing. Feeling satisfied, he made his way out towards the exit. Unbeknownst to him, Anti was hiding in the shadows. He waited for Dark to get some distance away from the building. When Dark was far away enough, Anti put his plan in place.
As Dark was walking towards his car, he all of sudden started to get a sickly feeling as the hairs stood on the back of his neck. He stood in place and looked back at the building. He stared at it for a minute and scoffed. “Yeah right.”
He kept walking until the ear-piercing sound of an explosion filled his ears. He clutched his head, falling to his knees as his ears were filled with a deafening ring. It would take him a few minutes to gather himself and get a clearer picture of the sight before him. The factory was now on fire. Dark ran back to the building to see it engulfed in flames. He just stood there in complete and total shock from what he was seeing. Everything around him had gone silent. He felt numb, thoughts swirling. All of the memories of the past; gone in an instant. Dark didn’t even hear the sirens of the fire department as they arrived to put out the fire. Dark thought he could hear someone talking to him, but he just couldn’t think, he couldn't feel anything. He felt his knees give out and started seeing black spots. His vision started to fade, catching a glimpse of the inferno roaring through the rest of his factory, a tear escaping his eye as the world turned black.
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