Literature
Markiplier x Reader: Monopo-winner
Three hours now, was it? You weren’t keeping track. All you knew was that Ethan had to bow out and only Tyler and Mark were left against you and your reign of terror.
“That’ll be fourteen from you, Tyler,” you announced as his iron token landed on St. James Place.
“Man, I’ve only got, like, thirty bucks left,” he whined, handing you the paper money.
“Get a mortgage,” Mark told him, “I mean, you’ve got Boardwalk.”
“Yeah, but...” Tyler’s eyes wandered to your thimble token, which was approaching Pennsylvania Avenue. “Your choice. You’ll ha
