Five Nights at Freddy's 2 (Markiplier x Reader)

“Why is there another game?!” you exclaimed as you and your boyfriend, Mark sat down next to each other with the words flashing on the computer screen. Mark couldn’t help but chuckle at your long fear of this game… well, more like games now.

Your boyfriend, Mark (who is also more commonly known as Markiplier) was named by his fans as the king of Five Nights at Freddy’s, which was the game that somehow had hatred for you since it would never let you pass Night 1. Anyway, after Mark found out that there would be a said ‘prequel’ to the game, he had instantly bought the game once it was released and there was now a camera set up in front of you, ready to record.

“Well, you can’t just let the mystery be unsolved can you? We have to find what happens,” Mark explained excitedly. He then sat in his gamer chair with a giant smile spread across his face. As if he remembered something, he quickly ran out of the room, only to return with a chair from the dining room table. Your (e/c) eyes widened in worry as you watched the action.

“W-what are you doing with another chair?” You asked, trying to mask the fear in your voice but it came out as a slight stutter. Mark froze but then slowly turned to you with a smirk on his face, looking pointedly at you. Your eyes looked at the chair, and then back to Mark…..

It was then you took off running out of the room. Guessing that you would do something like this, Mark quickly jumped out of his chair and ran after you, catching you only moments later with his arms wrapped around your waist. He then slightly pushed you towards the room whilst you tried to escape his grip, which obviously did nothing to help.

“Please Mark, you know I hate this game. If I were to play this game on my own, I would get nightmares,” you begged and pleaded as he has brought you back to the familiar room, making sure to close the door behind him, he blocked the door so you wouldn’t attempt to escape.

“But (y/n), I’ve been wanting to play this game for a while now and what better way to play this game than with the person I love,” Mark responded back with a cheesy grin on his face. You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help as a red blush spread across your cheeks. Noticing however that you were still hesitant to sit on the other chair, Mark had walked away from the door, grabbed your hands and kissed them in a loving way. “If you really don’t want to play then that’s fine but will you at least stay with me for Night 1, and if you still don’t like it, then you can leave?” Mark suggested. You put your finger to your chin as if thinking about the agreement before nodding, then sealing the deal with a short kiss.

“Can we not record it?” You asked him as you sat on the dining chair and Mark on his very own chair.  Mark smiled, nodding as he understood your discomfort.

“Okay, let’s start now!” Mark shouted excitedly as he moved the mouse to new game and clicking it. The screen went black for a few seconds before the screen shot up again to a new and unknown area. This time, a new protagonist for Five Nights at Freddy’s 2 called Jeremy Fitzgerald was sat in front of desk which just so happened to be in front of an open hallway which was black out completely. Additionally, there were 2 vents on either side of the desk with no doors on them. Knowing that there was literally no way of protecting yourself, unlike the first game where there were doors, had shivers running down your spine.

(Again, this is the phone call to the first night, so if you want to read on please do however you can just skip it ^^)
“Hello? Hello hello! Uh, hello and welcome to your new summer job at the new and improved Freddy Fazbears Pizza! Uh, I'm here to talk you through some of the things you can expect to see during your first week here and to help you get started down this new and exciting career path. Uh, now I want you to forget anything you may have heard about the old location, you know. Uh, some people still have a somewhat negative impression of the company...uhh, that old restaurant WAS kinda left to rot for quite a while. But uh, I want to reassure you Fazbear Entertainment is committed to family fun, and above all, safety. They spent a small fortune on these new animatronics, uh, facial recognition, advanced mobility, they even let them walk around during the day, ha! Isn't that neat...? But most importantly, they're all tied into some kind of criminal database, so they can detect a predator a mile away. Hey, we should be paying them to guard you! Uh, now that being said, no new system is without its...kinks. Uh, you're only the second guard to work at that location...uh, the first guy finished his week, but complained about...conditions...uh we switched him over to the day shift, so, hey! Lucky you, right? Uh, mainly he expressed concern that certain characters seemed to move around at night, and even attempted to get into his office. Now, from what we know, that should be impossible. Uh, that restaurant should be the safest place on earth. So while our engineers don't really have an explanation for this, the working theory is that...the robots were never given a proper 'night mode,' so when it gets quiet, they think they're in the wrong room, so then they go and try to find where the people are, in which case, that's your office. So, our temporary solution is this: there's a music box over by the prize counter, and is rigged to be wound up remotely, so just every once in a while, switch over to the prize counter video feed and wind it up for a few seconds. It doesn't seem to effect all the animatronics, but it does effect...one of them. cough Uh, and as for the rest of them, we have an even easier solution! You see, there may be a minor...glitch in the system, something about robots seeing you as an endoskeleton without it's costume on, and wanting to stuff you into a suit...so hey, we've given you an empty Freddy Fazbear head! Problem solved! You can put it on anytime, and leave it on as for long as you want. Eventually anything that wandered in will wander back out. Uh, something else worth mentioning, is kind of the quirky modern design of the building. You may have noticed there are no doors for you to close. But hey, you have a light, and even though your flashlight can run out of power, the building can not, so don't worry about the place going dark. Well, I think that's it...uh, you should be golden! Otherwise, put on the Freddy head, if you need too, uh, keep the music box wound up, piece of cake! Have a good night, and I'll talk to you tomorrow!” The phone call ended and for some reason, you had more goose bumps than ever.

“Do you think we might have to use the mask on Night 1?” you asked him, hoping he could sense the worry in your voice and try to calm you down. Mark gripped your hand and gave it a squeeze before putting it back onto the mouse.

“Don’t worry, nothing usually comes out during Night 1 anyway,” Mark replied back. You sighed in relief only for another query to enter your head.

“Btw, was that the same guy or was it someone different?” It was silent for a moment, and Mark turned to look at you whilst quirking an eyebrow.

“Seriously (y/n)? Even though there are 4, or potentially more, animatronics that could kill us at any moment, you are more worried about who the phone guy is?” You rolled your eyes, choosing to stay quiet and become more alert to any other or the animatronics. Mark chuckled but then clicked on the camera to start the search.

As Mark clicked through the various rooms, he finally came across the correct room with the animatronics. You rubbed your arms, as you look at the new and improved characters.

Chica, had a much more feminine look to her than before however, still kept the same bib with a different phrase “Let’s Party!” Additionally, she held a pink cupcake in her hand with a plastic lit flame. Bonnie was now a much lighter blue instead of the dark purple it used to be. Even though the colour was much better, something about that carnival look the bunny had scared you. Lastly was ol’ Freddy Fazbear. Nothing had really changed with the bear except for it being polished and having the same type of style that Bonnie had. Despite the lack of change, only one word can be used to describe it.

“Is it just me or does Freddy look more creepy in a pedophile sort of way, kind of like he wants to lure children in?” You questioned, continuing to stare at Freddy. It was only a moment later before Mark let out a huge laugh. Not expecting him to let out such a loud sound, you jumped from the fright and put your hands to your heart. Once realising nothing happened, you silently glared at Mark who was still laughing. Mark started wiping away small tears of joy from under his glasses.

As the chuckling stopped, you whacked Mark in the arm. “You dick, don’t scare me like that!” You exclaimed. Bravely, you took hold of the mouse that Mark had let go off, after seeing no progress being done. After finished with the laugh, he watched you with a smirk on his face. It seemed peaceful enough, but when you went back to the main room with the 3 animatronics, your face paled as the blood seemed to drain from it.

“…One of the robots is missing!” You say worriedly as you start to quickly click on the other rooms to find the missing bunny. Eventually, you find Bonnie who was crouched on the ground, ready to crawl into the vents on the left side.

“(y/n), I believe you are forgetting something that could end up being something very important,” Mark quirked up. You almost forgot he was there.

“Mark, I honestly do love you. However that certain fact you just told me is not the best thing to do at this very moment,” You exclaimed as you hurriedly clicked between the two rooms to make sure that Chica, Freddy and Bonnie do not move.

Just as you felt like you had control of everything, especially in this stupide pizzeria, the camera was ripped out of your hands (technically, its Jeremy’s hands) and was replaced with a totally new animatronic which seemed to have a mime like face, jumping out at you, completely filling the screen. A scream ripped through your throat and you quickly covered your face with your hands to shield out the deadly image.

Mark laughed in amusement since he never sees you this scared unless you are playing this game. He wrapped a comforting arm around your shoulders and smiled when you stuffed your face into his shirt.

“What I was meaning to say,” Mark explained as he stroked your hair in a soothing manner, “was that you forgot to check the music box,” You snapped your head away and sitting back in your own chair, staring at him with seriousness.

“And you didn’t think to warn me before?” you hissed, your fists clenching as anger went into your system. Mark gave you a sheepish grin but after seeing no mercy in those eyes of yours, he turned in his chair and sprinted out of the room.

“MARK FISCHBACH GET BACK HERE!!”