Markiplier Face Cam Novels & Stories

My left cheek had a horrifying old scar running from the corner of my eye down to my chin. With tears in my eyes, I said slowly, "I have an injury on my face. That glamorous person in the video isn't me! "Last week, while livestreaming at a factory in Calford, I got slashed by a knife, and it left a scar that ruined my face. That's why I'm wearing a mask." Everyone around me gasped, clearly not expecting this twist. Emma and Noah were also stunned.

I just hung up. I was about to pull back onto the road when another text from Ben came through. Ben: You seeing this? Mark’s doing a live interview. I almost rolled my eyes. Of course he was. I killed the engine and opened the streaming link Ben sent. There was Mark, sitting in a too-stiff chair in what looked like a local news studio, a smug, concerned expression plastered on his face. The caption below him read: “Neighbor Speaks Out: ‘A Pattern of Deception’.”

“That’s right; they’re sneaking around behind Miss Emma’s back to be together.” “This news will be hot tomorrow; it’ll be front-page on every paper.” “I never imagined people as filthy as Lily and Mark could exist.” The noise and continuous camera flashes irritated Mark, shaking off his sleepiness. He was about to curse at whoever was making the racket when he jolted awake, lifting himself up and glancing around. The sound of cameras kept echoing in his ears. Without thinking, he quickly grabbed the blanket to cover his bare body and then turned, shaking the woman beside him. Completely panicked, he had no idea how to handle the situation.

“Here... Just make sure you don't expose my face!” She adds seriously. I'm sure she doesn't want her face to go viral and neither do I want to make her look bad to everyone. “Don't worry about that.” I say. “We have experts for that.” I assure her. I hand the camera to Jasper who goes through the video together with the detectives, laughing their asses off. Thank God the restaurant is deserted with only a few patrons. “Good job!” Jasper says to no one in particular. “Excellent!” “In that case, I'm leaving.”

My blood ran cold, and a paralyzing fear consumed me. “No…” I choked out, on the verge of tears. All I could do was pray that the video hadn't shown my face. But fate was not on my side. The camera zoomed in, turning to reveal my face—clear as day, even stained with blood. On the screen, I looked like a demon from the underworld, and worse, I was smiling. How could I have smiled? Why was I smiling at such a moment? And how had this footage surfaced here, now, of all places?

I did not hesitate. Mark finally saw me. The color drained from his face. “You,” he said under his breath. I stopped beside the stage. “Hello, Mark,” I said calmly. “Congratulations on your engagement.” The room erupted. Security moved. Cameras flashed. Questions shouted in half a dozen languages. Camille looked at me with something like disbelief. Then fear. Mark reached for the microphone. “This has no affiliation with Helios,” he said loudly. “Whoever is doing this is acting maliciously.”

Mark increased the volume. I sat at the table and Sophia turned towards me. Only my back was seen and so Mark changed it into a different camera view, showing mine and Sophia's face. Our conversation could be heard so easily. This is going to be embarrassing. I thought you could only see and not hear anything.

Mark chuckled. " The face reveal challenge is won by Ceo Caspar Mcadam," his brother Karl laughed. And before he could say another word, Alex was quick to kick him and punch his face, making him crawl on the dirty floor. I choked Mark Devis's face in my hand, causing him to suffocate. Ugh, his bloody face was irritating me, I loosened my grip on his jaws and clapped my hands together, wiping off the blood on Mark's jacket. " Alex, give me the file."

A shiver ran through me, not of desire, but of disgust. "Beautiful…" his voice was low, dragging. "So much prettier like this, with nothing to hide." I closed my eyes. Not to deny reality, but to deny him the satisfaction of seeing me break. That’s when I heard it. The dry click of a phone camera. The red light blinking on the lens, focused on me. "Let’s give your dear Liam a present, hmm?" Marcos let out a low laugh, the rough sound echoing through the warehouse walls. The phone pointed at me, his disgusting smile. And his hand.

Instead, he told Alex to stay on his back with his legs spread wide. "Don't move," Marcus said, his voice quiet but firm. Alex watched, confused, as Marcus aimed the phone's camera at him. There was a soft click and a flash. Alex flinched, his heart hammering. "What... what are you doing?" he asked, his voice trembling. "Marking my property," Marcus replied calmly. He took another picture, this time a close-up of the tattoo on Alex's thigh. Then another, of Alex's red, swollen hole, leaking cum. He zoomed in, capturing every detail. "Turn over."