I Want Him Gone ;A Markiplier/ Darkiplier story

Cry

I got to his house after a couple of hours. It was nice looking from the outside, only to hope that I could say the same about the inside. I took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

The door opened to a figure wearing a green hoodie and some blue pants. His hair was dark brown and he had a mask on. "Hey, so I guess you're Mark." He said. I nodded. "Yeah and you're Cry." I smiled. "You can call me Ryan." He said.

He let me in and it was a nice place. He said to find somewhere to put my things and I put them in the guest room. It wasn't that clean in the room but knowing me I won't be here long enough to use it anyway.

The whole day was fine. We played games and watched TV. Then we both recoreded for YouTube. Everything was good until we were playing a game and we started to disagree on how to do something.

"Well, I think you should call in for help and then go in." I said. "No, no. It's cool, I don't need help." He said determined. "Come on Cry. You know you can't handle that many guys." I said laughing. "No it's cool. I can do it." He laughed. "Cry you better call for help." I said. "Uh... No?" He asked.

"Cry." I said staring into his eyes. "No." He said back. "Don't make me press it for you." I laughed. "You better not!" He laughed. I leaned in towards him and almost pressed it when he reacted. He punched me hard in the face. I guess it was supposed to be a light playful one to my shoulder but that happened instead.

I fell back on the ground and landed with a thump. "Mark! Oh my Gosh, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to." He said starting to tear up. I sat up and stared into his eyes. I was hurt in both ways as physically and mentally.

"Cry. What i-is that door over there?" I asked with not a lot of breath. "That's the basement. Why?" He asked still teary eyed. "H-h-help me down there. Quickly." I said. Cry then ran over and picked me up so that I stood. He walked me over to the door then opened it. He then walked me down to a cold metal table in the middle of the room. He stood there seeing me fall off of the table in pain and start to yell.

"Cry! Get o-out!" I yelled at him. He backed up hesitating but then ran up. I heard him lock the door behind him. I only felt the pain in my teeth now. I opened my eyes to see the glowing red from them. I took my finger and placed it on one of my teeth. It was pointed.

I ran up to the locked metal door and banged on it. I heard Cry gasp from behind. I stepped back down the stairs a few and ran into the door as hard as possible. It made an even bigger bang and I knew I was almost through. I stepped back down to the floor and ran. That was when I crashed through and dust went flying everywhere.

I looked through it to see where Cry was. "Come on Cry. Don't hide from me. Were going to have so much fun together." I laughed. All of a sudden a figure appeared from out of the dust. "Yes, Yes we are." It laughed insanely.

It ran forward towards me and pinned me against the wall. I looked at it and realized it was Cry. "Ryan." I said with a smile. "You are going to go down." "I'm not Ryan. I go by the name of....

Mad Cry."