I Want Him Gone ;A Markiplier/ Darkiplier story

Mad Cry VS Darkiplier

It looked just like him. The only difference was that this mask had a smile in the form like a lightning bolt and it had cracks in it. It occasionly dripped blood from the mouth but that was it. We stared at each other for a minute. That was when Mad Cry backed up a few steps and then said "Mark, do you still think you can take me down?" He laughed.

He then ran towards me. I got into a stance where I was getting ready to punch him but he clotheslined me. My feet lifted off of the ground for a few seconds and then hit the hard floor with a thump. Mad Cry then came back over to me and grabbed the front of my shirt.

He put me against the wall and punched my face making blood fly out of my mouth and nose. I then fell after he let go of me. I tried to stand but then I fell immediately.

Everything hurt. My shoes shredded and my feet grew. My teeth then hurt. I grabbed my mouth and pulled it down which made my mouth expand times two. My tongue came out making me hiss and my fingers grew to points.

I then stood and stared at Mad Cry. "Who can't take you down?" I questioned laughing. Mad Cry backed up only two steps showing he was a little bit scared but not too much.

I ran at him and punched his chest making him slide back. His shoes gripped and he stopped. I ran to him and my claws stabbed to where his heart was. He yelled in pain while I laughed at him. "Let me go!" Mad Cry yelled. I laughed staring in his eyes.

"Oh Cry, that's not going to happen. I could thought either do this.." I laughed pulling my hand out of his chest letting him fall. I then licked my forefinger. "Or I could put my hand back and let you die slowly. I would much rather do that."

I then stuck my hand back into Mad Cry and he yelled more. I laughed at him because it was funny to me. I then let go of him and fell to the ground. I closed my eyes.

I then opened them to notice I was back to myself and so was Cry. I got up and dialed 911. They got here quickly and put Cry on the gurney then into the ambulance. I rushed to my car and drove after the truck.

As soon as I got in I ran to the desk. "Where is Ryan?! He goes by the nickname of Cry." I yelled asking, tears streaming down my face. "He is in room 20." She told me. I rushed down to room 20 to find Cry laying in the hospital bed with no mask on and bandages wrapped around his chest. He was breathing heavily and wheezing.

I stared at him. I placed my hand over my mouth and started to cry.