NOTE: in no way are these supposed to imply anything about u/markiplier’s mental state. i just used Chica in these poems because she is goodest puppo

day 1: As I boop my dog Chica’s nose, I realize it is… Sticky. I start to fear what might be wrong. I’m agonizing over what it could be. As I think, I notice A parfait. I’ve been thinking about having a parfait for months. It must have been my destiny, Which I cannot flee. I walk toward the yogurty dessert In my nightgown. Chica clearly covets the parfait which She cannot have. But, I realize How incongruent the parfait is to the rest of the room. Chica starts spinning out of control. As she nibbles my leg and Hops up and down, The parfait explodes. It was a bomb. It’s so Frightening. The fear festers inside me. It’s uncanny how Chica knew the parfait Was going to kill me. I look back at Chica. The kawaii-est dog in my life. But besides being cute, she’s tenacious. She keeps holding on to my leg with her teeth. The parfait explodes again. But this time, Chica becomes vivacious. She’s so excited! The parfait explodes into Dog treats. Maybe she was searching for treats in the parfait? Ah… That’s why her nose was sticky.

day 2: As the lights go out in my room, They go “poof”. In my analysis of the cause of the outage, I realize how much pleasure I feel. Although, I feel quite lazy after a while. Since nothing special has been found In my investigation, I lose all sense of vitality. The essence of whatever energy was left in me Leaves me. Like a bunny lying down for a nap. My unrestrained urge to go to sleep instead, My pure desire to fall asleep, Chica by my side, Is incongruent?

--Papa, that word doesn’t make sense here! --I know, honey. Do you want to hear about the rest of the adventure? --Okay, papa…

As I take off my Christmas socks, I whistle For Chica to come over. As she is skipping her way over to the bed, The climax occurs.

--Climax? Papa, that’s disgusting! --No, I don’t mean cum, dearest daughter of mine. If you make any more comments, I’ll be forced to disown you.

I force myself to look outside. It’s still sunny. How is this possible?! I boop Chica’s snoot.

day 3: party hurt doki-doki nature together destiny childhood

I hope to get rid of the awful Shame I feel in my body and soul. The happiness in me goes “poof” Like a lightbulb losing its light. My previously jumpy self is now Sad. I decide to try and get some outside contact. I send my family an email. For a moment I feel joy, But then realize how alone I really am. I thought I would have a fun and somewhat calm life, But I just fear that I’ll lose my friends Like an old man losing his hair. The tears flow down my face They have a party of despair, Taking joy in making me want to die. It hurts so much. I think maybe playing a game will help. So I open up Doki-Doki Literature Club. The happy nature of friends being together makes me feel so comforted. But it’s just a game... I guess... Maybe it’s been my destiny since childhood... To kill myself.