Funny Markiplier Novels & Stories

He sighed, disgustedly putting his controller down and taking a swig of Mountain Dew, "That's the third time these idiots beat us." "No, kidding, what the hell are they, professional mercenaries?" I removed my headset not caring if the clowns we were playing heard me or not. "Nah, he said they just have no lives." Mark laughed listening to them talk on his headset, "They want to know if we want to play together with them in a four on four." "Yeahh, sure." I said, "But I need to take a leak and give my eyes a couple of minutes off." "Sure, just give us a few." Mark said, then leaning back in the old car seat he had gotten at the scrap yard and used as a gaming chair. Then, he started playing

Lily shrugged, facing the others. “What's the theme for the trip?” I asked, crossing my arms. “Didn't you notice there are more single staff here?” Mark asked, curling his lips and I faced him. Mark had a somewhat gay personality. He sometimes act like a man but more like a woman, flinging his head and keeping his hand in the air. As much as it was ridiculous, it was a habit that everyone grew to understand. “What do you mean?” I asked, trying to hide my curiosity.

The half naked man that was Mark in front of me? At any rate I was awfully calm and normal saying those words. I was calm, but Mark was not. If anything he finally had a reason for a good laugh. "Oh fuck me!" His voice rang out, chuckles resounding all around us. Amidst the buzzing of skin and music. "What, What's funny?" I stared at him, "I'm serious." "You?" He paused, smiling. "You're serious? I don't believe that. I'll believe anything but that. Seriously!"

I let out a breath, my knees buckling as I sank to the dirt. “Ugh, that was NOT funny!” Mark smirked, his hand rubbing my back in that annoyingly calming way of his. “You’re so dead for that,” I muttered, but I couldn’t help the smile tugging at my lips as he leaned in, still chuckling. With one smooth move, he stood me up, wiping the dirt from my knees. His eyes flashed a ‘sorry, but it was kind of worth it’ look. I shoved him away with my palm to his forehead. “So, you do have a personality.”

I couldn't resist joining in, clapping and chanting, "Kiss her! Marry her!" Chris turned to look at me, his face a picture of shock. "Fiora, have you lost your mind? I'm your mate!"

“I want you to kill Christian Walker.” I burst into laughter. I laughed so hard that I was clutching my sides in pain and a couple heads turned to look at me with irritation written all over their features. I was pulling too much attention to myself. And for someone who wanted to be incognito, I wasn't doing a very good job at it. One look at Mark's face told me that he didn’t find my sense of humor amusing. “Mark, that’s crazy, even for you. That was really funny though, you really had me there with that one.”

“Mark doesn’t know anything. Let’s change another one: He’s Shaun the sheep, he’s Shaun the sheep. He’s not afraid to make the intellectual leap. For brains and guile. With a wink and a smile…” His sexy Adam’s apple was rolling up and down his throat, his helpless deep voice leaking from his lips. “Shall I sing: Can’t compete with Shaun the sheep. La la la la, La la la la…” Summer tried hard not to laugh, but she could not help herself. She was holding her belly, bending forward in a muffled laughter, tears falling down from her eyes. That muffled laughter did not escape Mark’s ears. He clenched his jaw and glared at her. “How is this funny? Why don’t you give it a try?”

He asked. "I can teach you at 10-12.. how's that?" I asked and he gave me a thumbs up. "Deal.” "Okay Marky.” "Okay Ailey" "Ailey?" I asked. "You gave me nickname so I give yours." He smirked and I laughed. Mark is a really easy going person and he's just really fun guy to be with. I never thought I will make friends this fast. He's just really kind and funny, he jokes a lot and sometimes saying sarcastic comments.

I smiled triumphantly and said, "I'm not the fig plucker. Nor the fig plucker's son. But I'll pluck figs, till the fig plucker comes." He sighed and murmured bitterly, "I'm not the fig plucker. Nor the fig plucker's son. But I'll---" "It has to be faster!" "Fine. I'm not the fig plucker. Nor the fig plucker's son. But I'll fuck pigs, till the---" "You nasty!" I interjected and everyone burst out laughing. Although it was not that funny, Clark's priceless expression was worth making a meme.

He slipped off as soon as he passed the message. “We are going to wind up the banquet.” Mark frowned as he thought of an excuse to end the party. “You need an excuse?” Neil caught the gist of Mark dilemma as he pulled Matthias who was walking past them “Here is your readymade excuse.” “Uncle, how good are your acting skills?” Neil asked with a mischievous smirk. “Top notch” “Excellent.” Neil clapped his hand “Uncle in another 2 minutes you need to faint.” Mark’s lips curled up as he saw through Neil’s trick.