Full Title: London Bridge is Falling Down, My Dear Mark [Markiplier X Doll! Reader]
When Mark was no longer in the room, a sweetly sung, quiet tune was able to be heard. It sounded as though it was coming from the doll, "London Bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down... London Bridge is falling down, my dear owner..."
The next morning...
Mark had wakened up from a much-desired nap after he had finished making his videos for the day.
He got out of bed and started his day by brushing his teeth and putting on clothes (except for pants because "Home is where the pants aren't").
After walking out of his room, Mark smelled a peculiar smell: eggs, bacon, and toast.
'No one's over, and I didn't cook anything last night... What am I smelling?' Mark thought, hurrying to the kitchen.
On one of the counters in his kitchen, there was a plate of eggs, bacon, and toast. Nothing else in the kitchen was out of place, messy, or on. Mark started to think that he should call the police.
Before calling the police, Mark wanted to inspect his front and back doors, as well as all of the windows in the house.
As Mark walked over to the front door, he had noticed the doll. The doll was not positioned how he had left it. The doll wasn't even sitting on the chair Mark had placed her on.
(Name) was leaning against the wall closest to the front door, crossing her arms and staring directly at Mark. She seemed as though she was mad.
'Is a doll, that I left over there, staring at me angrily right now?' Mark questioned himself. He stepped backwards, trying to avoid the demon that was standing right in front of him. Or rather, a demon doll.
"You make it seem like you never seen a doll," uttered (Name) angrily. She tsked as she stood herself up from the wall, walking closer to Mark. "Why didn't you come down sooner? I made you breakfast."
Mark found it scary (but it would be funny if it was in a different sort of situation) that a doll seemed to be mad at him for his actions. Believe it or not, Mark had never seen a moving doll or even a talking doll. The whole situation seemed very new to him and he was definitely not prepared for a doll he bought at a creepy antique store to make him breakfast or let alone, come to life. It was so surreal, a doll walking closer to him. Now that's a statement you don't hear every day.
"I asked you a question and in case you didn't know, I want an answer," the doll vocalised. She stopped walking forward when she realized that her owner was scared. "Did I scare you?"
"Uh... I was sleeping...?" Mark answered, taking more steps backward as (Name) had come closer. He breathed a sigh of relief when she stopped moving forward. "And no, I wasn't scared, I was just nervous. I mean... I've never talked to a doll like they were a person. Hell, I've never even talked to a doll!"
The doll looked at him as her features relaxed into a small smile. She began laughing. "Well, I had assumed that when you bought me in that accursed store that you had known exactly what I was! Many people have travelled across the world to find a "living" doll and failed. That's a funny story!" She burst into full blown laughter after seeing Mark's confused face.
"So why'd you make breakfast for me?" Mark whispered, silently hoping that the doll didn't hear what he had said.
"I thought you would be hungry after screaming all last night," she giggled, "so I made my master breakfast."
"Mark. Just call me Mark." Mark cringed at the thought of someone calling him "owner." It just sounded creepy.
'Who knows? Maybe having a demon doll won't be so bad?' he thought as he smiled.
'Humans are so gullible... London Bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down... London Bridge is falling down, my dear Mark...'