//------------------------------// // Chapter 6: Talking To Myself? // Story: Markiplier's Crazy Adventures in Equestria // by Trevor12300 //------------------------------// "Where the fuck am I," I say to nothing but the darkness that surrounds me. "am I...dead?" I ask no one, already starting to get paranoid. I put my hands up in front of my face and count my fingers. "Oh God no, please don't let me be dead," I say whipping my head around. "You're still alive you idiot, you're just unconscious," I jump as I hear a voice say behind me. "Although we did almost die from blood loss, but thankfully someone came to our aid," the voice said. I turn around and jump back in surprise from the pair of eyes that are staring back at me through the darkness. Unfortunately I couldn't see anything but their eyes, so I couldn't actually see who was talking to me. "Wh-who are you, ARE YOU THE CRAZED BUTT STABBER!?" I yell, backing up and covering my butt. "Don't you think that if I was the crazed buttstabber that I would of stabbed you already?" he says with a roll of his eyes. "I guess I should probably reveal myself before you start breaking down into hysterics, even more than you already are, I mean," the voice sighs as a figure steps out of the shadows. The first thing I can see from the figure stepping out into the open, is a very familiar pink mustache. My eyes widen almost to the point of my eyeballs falling out of their sockets. Standing in front of me, is none other than, the one and only sexy beast, Wilfred Warfstache. "Okay, seriously, either I'm dead and this is some sort of limbo or I'm tripping major ballsacks," I say still staring in disbelief, "I don't know which would be worse though," I say as I finally let my eyes go back to their normal size. "You are not dead, like I said before, and you're also not tripping major ballsacks," he said reafirming that I am indeed alive and am not tripping balls. "and to answer your earlier question, we are inside your mind right now," he says to me. "But that doesn't explain what you're doing in my head," I say with a slight frown, "I also still want to know how I got here and why I am in my own mind," I say gesturing to the darkness all around me. "Well, as to how you got here, that might have been my fault and as for why well, I thought it was about time to introduce you to all the different ego's of you that have been living in your head for a while now," he says leaning on his cane and pulling at his mustache. "Wait wait hold on a minute, what do you mean different versions of me?" I ask waving my hands in front of my face, "and what do you mean they're living in my head?" I add with a WTF face. "hold your horses, I was getting to that," he said holding up a gloved hand, "You know how through your Youtube career you've come up with a bunch of different alter ego's of yourself, like me and Doctor Iplier," I answer with a yes, then he continues. "Well on Earth they were just alter ego's, not real, but apparently when you got sucked into Equestria all those alter ego's you've made up over the years have starting becoming real with individual thoughts and feelings," he finishes as he straightens out his jacket. "So wait, how many of you are there then?" I ask trying to remember how many alter ego's I made up back on Earth. "The only one I've seen so far is you, where are the others?" I wonder looking around. "Well I don't know the exact number, I've only seen about 4 or 5 of the others," He says pulling his mustache in thought while leaning on his cane. "I've seen Santiplier, Dr. Iplier, Babyplier, SCP M.A.R.K.I.P.L.I.E.R...OH, and can't forget about Darkiplier, not a very nice guy that one is," he says with a scowl. "the only one I've seen him be nice to so far is Babyplier," he says. "So then, where is everyone else then?" I question, once again looking around seeing if I could see anyone else. "It's like you and I are the only ones here," I say looking back at him. "Well right now I think everyone is either sleeping or are off doing something else," he says looking around. "Oh, wait I think I see one of the others he says," squinting into the distance. I look to where he's looking only to see one of the other me's floating around making "scary" noises. "I'm going to give a guess and say that that's SCP me," I say still staring at him. "Why is he even making those noises when noones even around to "scare"?" I say, adding air quotes to "scare". "I mean, he just looks stupid right now making all those noises," I say as I facepalm at how stupid I must have looked doing that in that SCP video. "You're guess is exactly spot on, don't worry about him though you'll get used to him, eventually," Wilfred says leaning on his cane lazily. "Oh, and here comes Santiplier I think right now, oh and you might want to duck," he says looking in the direction SCP Markiplier came from "What, why would I need to du-" I say before I hear sleigh bells accompanied with a very familiar voice. "HO HO HO HO!" Santaplier says as I duck almost getting decapitated by a sleigh to see a big red sleigh being pulled by elves, with santa holding the reigns that are attached to the elves. "HO HO HOLY CRAP, KIDDIES WE'RE LOSING PROPULSION AHHHHHHHH!" Santaplier yells as he crashes into th floor behind us, one of the elves bodiless heads bumping into my feet. "OOOOOOOOH NOOOOO MY SWEET NUBILE KIDDIES!" he yells continuing to scream. Just as I'm about to go over and try to help him, a door opens up right next to me and a me in a lab coat runs out with a beautiful and voloptouis nurse coming out after him. "Ah, and that would be Mr Dr Iplier," Wilfred says his eyes following Dr Ipliers movement. "Oh, and his Nurse of course, a very beautiful one that one is," Wilfred says looking at the Nurse. "So..wait if only my other personalities came to life then why did the Nurse and Santa's elves become real with it?" I ask him scratching my head. "Well, my guess is that whoever or whatever actually made us real decided that if it was going to make your alter ego's real that they or it thought they should all have the thing or person associated with that ego with it," he said while waving his hand around. "Of course, this is just a theory, I don't know if that's what actually happened," he finished as he stroked his chin. "Well it's a lot better than the theories I came up with, so we'll just go with that," I said shrugging my shoulders. "but I do want to know what in the hell they are doing over there," I said pointing to where quite a comical scene was taking place. Dr Iplier was hitting Santaplier repeatedly in the stomach muttering something like "I know what's best" over and over again. Meanwhile the elves's bodies lay next to him, their heads sewn back on...but upside down Wilfred facepalms as he sighs. "I don't think even he knows what he is doing," Wilfred says holding his head in his hands and shaking it. "He says that he got his doctors degree from Nicuargua, but I don't really believe that," he says lifting his head up. I look back at Dr Iplier and Santa and cringe remembering all the times in surgeon simulator that I had let Bob die. I sigh "Poor Bob" I say and cringe back as a particuarly powerfull swing lands a hit right between santa's legs, immediately followed by a pained yell/ "AHHHHHHH NOT SANTA'S GUMDROPS!" Santaplier screams in agony. I decided that now was probably a good time to look away. I turn around only to come face-to-face with an one of the other me's I had hoped not to meet. "Well, well if it isn't Mr Goody Fucking Two Shoes," Darkiplier says with a wicked grin on his face showing off his sharp teeth. "What are you doing here in this neck of the woods all alone?" he asks squinting his eyes all the while keeping that same shit-eating grin on his face. "What? What do you mean all alon-?" I ask turning around only to see the others nowhere in sight. "Wait, what the fuck is going on?" I ask just now realizing that it was now all white around me instead of black "Where did all the other me's go, they were just with me?" I ask wondering what was happening. "Well, apparently you somehow accidently stumbled into my room, which if I'm being honest, don't know if I really like," he says finally losing his grin, only for it to be replaced by a sneer. "and although I know we are both supposed to be the complete opposite of eachother I thought I would give you a fair warning, because it also concerns me," he says sitting down in a swivel chair that appeared out of nowhere. "I'll just be blunt and outright say it, The Mark is trying to break into reality," he says with a serious look on his face. "Wait, who is The Mark?" I ask putting a hand up "and would it be bad if it actually escaped to reality?" I ask. "Of course it would be bad, YOU DUMBASS!" he yells waving his arms around angrily "Remember when you played that fan-made game where you could shoot giant pink mustaches at your enemies?" he asks me as I remember what he is talking about. "Oh yeah, I forgot about that," I say sheepishly while rubbing the back of my neck. "Yeah that thing was creepy as hell when I first saw it," I say shivering a little bit. "ANYWAY!" Darkiplier says clapping his hands "If The Mark somehow gets into the real world, life as we know it may never be the same," he says as he starts spinning around in his chair. "Of course there is no telling when he might actually break free," he says while frowning in thought. "So...why are you telling me all this?" I ask spreading out my arms. "I mean I don't think I'm exactly a match for the Mark anytime soon," I say "I mean I can barely control flying fast," I finish throwing my arms up in the air. "I'm telling you this because, even though I hate to admit it, you are probably the only hope we've got of defeating The Mark, and even though you're pretty much worthless right now, I think you can get a lot better with practice," he explains linking his fingers together. "I heard that after you were done training with Luna you were gonna go out on an adventure and start helping people or some shit," he says acting like helping people was the worse thing possible. "But change of plans, after you're done training with Luna you'll still go on that adventure but your training won't be over, oh no, while you're on this journey, Wilfred, another Mark that isn't here yet, and I will train you," he says with a grin. "I can understand Wilfred teaching me, but you, I mean what do you get out of this?" I ask scowling at him. "and what could you possibly even teach me?" I ask. He just chuckles under his breath before returning to his serious mode. "For one thing I get to live and for another, if anyone is going to be trying to take over the world it will be me," he says with an evil grin. "and I don't think Luna has tought you anythiing having to do with Dark magic yet, so that is what I will be teaching you, Warfstache I don't know what he is gonna teach you," he says leaning back in his chair. "and hopefuly while you are out their helping people and shit, I'm hoping that you'll get a lot of experience," he finishes as he stands up and stretches. "So...what happens now?" I ask scratching my neck looking around. "Am I supposed to wake up or something?" I ask him. "Actually, yes and you should be waking up in about 5..4..3..2..1," he says with a smirk. "Wait what are you talki-," I don't get to finish as my whole world goes white.