A/N: I Smell A Fandom Fire! What A Good Time For Some Nicely Roasted Angst!

So what you’re saying is that we might not have Anti’s real name? That would be an interesting dynamic to explore.

Has Anti ever said that his actual name is Anti :/ ? Like that’s what we and Jack call him but he has never used that himself.

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HE IS S I G N I N G HELP!! HE'S TRYING TO GET US TO HELP HIM

HEADCANON ACCEPTED

Ok so idk what made me think of this but imagine WKM Mark and Celine actually had a baby. Imagine the baby was orphaned after the events of WKM. Imagine he grew up with powers he never fully understood and no one to teach him how to use them. Imagine him having this innate desire for control. Imagine him, all grown up, becoming a best selling Author. Imagine him meeting Dark and Dark just freaking out.

Deceit’s Name.

Okay, so there seems to be some confusion, but I wanted pitch in. Deceit’s name isn’t “Janice”. It’s Janus, after the two-faced Roman god of deception thresholds and decisions (this is an edit, i goofed and got some gods mixed up!).

Hence this pose: 

which is not only a fun allusion to swearing in in court (”I swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth”), but is similar to a typical pose in art for Janus the god:

Alone. (A Who Killed Markiplier Drabble)

The first thing he noticed was that he was in a tremendous amount of pain. His chest was on fire and his head was pounding, it was like every muscle in his body was rebelling against him. His eyes were the only thing that seemed to be working, and all he could see was the domed ceiling and the chandelier above him, oddly tinted and out of focus.

As it came back into focus, he noticed a second problem: he didn’t know who or where he was. Through the blinding pain, there was no name coming, no picture of what he looked like, no friends or family’s faces or names, no fond memories...no memories at all. Just a vague feeling of...dread? Or anger?

He grunted as his arms and legs finally decided to work for him to lift him up, so that he was panting and kneeling on the marble floor. Shaking his head, he looked up, finally trying to guess where he was. His eyes locked with someone else’s.

He was starting backwards, a voice in his head screaming “MURDERER” before he had a chance to think for himself. The other man was on his feet in an instant.

“Oh no, no! It’s okay!”

Colonel. The old title came to him as the man talked about thinking he was dead. Had he been dead? The thought distracted him for a moment so that he lost some of what the man was saying. Surely he wasn’t dead, he was thinking, he was here...and yet...why could he see the Colonel, in front of him, a gun smoking in his right hand? Why could he see two hands...his hands...rising to his eyes, covered in blood? He could almost hear a voice, the Colonel’s panicked voice, saying...

“Did Damien put you up to this?” The name was like a bucket of ice water over his back. He knew it, and he’d been known by it. But...that wasn’t right, was it? Why hadn’t the man recognized him then if he was this “Damien” he seemed to know well? He wanted to ask, but the Colonel wasn’t listening anymore, and he couldn’t seem to make his voice work anyway. As the Colonel wandered away from him, calling for someone to answer, Damien again, and someone called Celine, names he barely knew but felt like he had always known, his heart gave a funny pang. He almost went after the strange officer, going so far as to take a step toward him, mouth forming a name he didn’t remember, but his eyes were drawn to the silver and black cane the Colonel had put down on the table. As he picked it up, another shot of pain went through him, and he looked up.

The face in the mirror before him...wasn’t him. It might once have been, he wasn’t sure, but now...it was different. Hollow, and gaunt...monochrome...

Dark.

He scowled at the face, and it scowled back. More pain stabbed through his neck, and he twisted it to try and alleviate it. There was a loud crack, and when he looked back in the mirror, straightening himself out, he knew he hated that face. But it wasn’t his face, it was the face of a man who had once worn it that he hated, who’d forced him into it now. Vague memories that didn’t make any sense swirled in his head, and they didn’t seem to matter anymore, except for being the cause of the heavy, burning anger that seemed to be all he could feel, the piercing ring that stuck in his ears. There was only one thought in his head as he turned away from the mirror with a jerk and went to clean himself up and get to work:

Mark would pay.

So @fear-is-nameless made this post, wondering about the whisper after Anti says “weak.”

I did a little fooling around on Audacity. The first part of this clip is the audio from that post. The next part, I isolated the whisper and slowed it down to .75x speed. The last part, I isolated the vocals from that.

Doesn’t it almost sound like “until he’s there”?

I always imagine anti as kinda like the grinch, he detests Christmas much to the annoyance of chase

Oh absolutely.

@justsamantha19 mentioned this on my post and I thought I’d reblog it here.

Interesting...

Okay guys. I tried posting this once for some reason it didn’t go on but I played around with the picture.

All I did was lighten the picture in my regular phone settings then I took it into VSCO cam and darkened it and turned the contrast, saturation and clarity all the way up. And here’s the final product.

So here’s my theory. The mark in the picture isn’t Dark but Dark is in the room. The red and blue is his light reflecting on the window, because you can see it on “Mark’s” face and the mysterious figure’ shoulder. Dark has teamed up with another ego.

is it like official that Engineer!Mark is Actor!Mark? bc like....i wanna believe that Engineer!Mark is just his own character. il ove his story so much even on the surface level bc it’s so fuckin tragic. this absolutely dedicated and loyal man, totally destroyed by his own invention, rescued by the person he always had faith in right when his faith waivered most. it’s a great story. like, it being Actor!Mark adds another level of tragedy i guess but i like them as separate characters.

It’s Theory Time Again!

Mark is hinting at us again and it’s interesting and there’s a lot to dissect so in this post I’m just gonna worry about the two pictures he’s posted on tumblr.

So, here on the good old Hell Hole Site, Mark’s dropped some cryptic images:

Image 1:

Image 2:

Source: Mark’s tumblr

THEORIES AND DISCUSSION UNDER THE CUT BECAUSE THERE’S A LOT GOING ON HERE!

Let’s take a look at the first picture, brightened (Turning highlights to 100% and Fill Light to 100%) and with a couple of things pointed out:

So, discussing in order:

No. 1: It clearly says “Kill” next to “Security Mode”. What/Who is getting killed, and what/who is doing the killing? Initially, I was leaning toward it being Mark on the receiving end and Dark/Will doing the deed. I’ll explain why this thought changed later.

No. 2: Where are we? It looks to be the livingroom/den of a large, wealthy estate, given the marble fireplace and generally elegant trimmings of the room. So the castle that they were filming at in “secret” a while ago? If so, why? Why are we seeing this opulent room, and, possibly more importantly, who’s estate is this?

No. 3: What is that on the table? This might be completely unimportant, but it looked out of place to me.

No. 4: “Designation: Little Buddy.” Now, in the past, Mark has always referred to Tiny Box Tim as his Little Biscuit, and his Little Buddy. So what does TBT have to do with this room? Or, alternatively, who is this “little buddy”? Whose “buddy” is it?

Moving on now to the second image, with the same conditions applied as the first:

Again, discussing in order:

No. 1: Again, we have “Little Buddy” as the designation. Is this a code name? If so, for what operation?

No. 2: Who is the figure on the left? As far as I can see, he’s wearing a trench coat and a deerstalker, lending him a Sherlockian image, which could hint at this being a murder mystery. If that’s the case, then this is our detective, but who is he?

No. 3: Who is the figure on the right? It looks like he’s wearing a suit (or possibly a leather jacket, though I’m not sure why he would be), has something over/on his eyes, and has gelled hair. I’m thinking this is possibly the Host back when he was the Author, which implies that we’re getting a backstory on how he became the Host and lost his sight (WHICH I WOULD LOVE). Another possibility is that this is Dark, but, as some other lovely theorizers have pointed out, his hair is not parted toward us, on the left, as is Dark’s signature. The last possibility is that this is someone new, and if that’s the case, I’m not sure what to tell you other than I’m excited.

No. 4: They’re shaking hands, which could mean a couple of things.First, it could mean that these figures are meeting for the first time, but that has a couple of problems that I’ll discuss in a second. Second, it could mean that they’re making some sort of deal, which seems more likely to me, as Right appears to be smiling, as if he’s gotten something good out of it.

No. 5: The date and time. 1;17am. Why are they meeting so early in the morning? This is my main objection to the idea that this is a first meeting, or that these two don’t know each other. Obviously, this has been set up ahead of time. And the date, October 7th, is today. So this meeting happened today, in the early hours of this morning. What would be so urgent that two people (apparent people?) would need to meet behind closed doors (as suggested by the fact that we’re seeing this through blinds, as if the subjects don’t know they’re being photographed) at one in the morning? This suggests some underhanded deal is happening, something sinister.

Given all of the information these two pics give us, I’ve drawn a couple of conclusions:

1. This is a story about The Host.

2. This story is currently happening, in real time with the clues being given.

3. This story is about a deal (Code-named Little Buddy?), possibly a deal gone wrong, that happen to someone in a position of wealth and/or power. Hence, 

4. The Host was once the rich Author, and made some kind of deal that resulted in the loss of his sight/eyes and his siding with/serving Dark.

But again, this is all speculation based on the two images Mark put on tumblr. This doesn’t even take into account the Instagram posts or the twitter video, or the black-outs of the profile pictures on Twitter, Tumblr, and Insta. If you guys want me to look into those, I can do that too in another post. Let me know what you think about these pictures and my theories, I’m super curious! And on top of that, I’m having a great time Sherlocking my way through all these hints, and I’m excited to see what happens next. So until we find out, remember,

THAT’S...JUST A THEORY.