"Ugh... what the hell...?" The first thing he became aware of was a horrible pounding sensation in his head, a throbbing migraine that seemed to be getting worse by the second. As he opened his bleary eyes, the light that shone around the room seemed to aggravate the headache, forcing him to shut them once more. He buried his face into the pillow which his head lay on with a groan.
"Mark!" someone exclaimed. The sound was too loud.
"Can you hear us now, Mark? Are you with us?" an older man asked,
"Am I with you? What am I, a ghost?" Mark forced a smile, but it came out as more of a grimace. He made himself to look up, the brightness dazzling him. However, he tried to get himself to continue, giving himself time to adjust. What started off as two shadowy silhouettes of people slowly merged into the forms of his friends. "God, is this what a hangover feels like...?" he mumbled. He hadn't touched alcohol for years, and couldn't remember that specific experience. This seemed pretty damn close though.
"Yeah, that's him, that's the dumb sense of humour we know," his older friend chuckled.
Mark winced at the noise.
"We were worried that you were gonna wake up and... y'know..." Ethan murmured. "You weren't going to be you."
"Can't get rid of me that easily."
"Do you think that you can tell us what happened?" Tyler requested.
"Hang on, let me just..." Mark sat up, but the action made his head swim with distortion. "Whoa... okay..."
"Easy, easy, take it slow," the older man instructed, "There is no rush here."
"I might just... keep laying, if that's alright."
"Just don't pass out again, please? Nearly gave me a heart attack," the youngest man said with a small smile. He reached out a hand blindly and held onto Mark's shoulder, giving it a supportive and reassuring squeeze, in a friendly gesture.
Mark tensed. "Uh... Ethan?"
"Yeah?"
"That's... that's my thigh."
"Oh, f***, sorry," the younger man panicked.
"Don't worry..." Mark failed to hold in a laugh, "Sorry, sorry Ethan, I shouldn't be laughing at this." But the youngest member of the group laughed too. It was the first time he had laughed in a while. It was the first time the group could share a spark of happiness, even though it quickly fizzled away.
As their quiet laughter died down, Tyler spoke. "I hate to have to say this, but do you think we can quickly go over what just happened, Mark? I don't want it to be that you... well..."
"Yeah, I don't want to forget either," Mark said quietly, a look of sadness traced on his face.
"So, what happened?"
"Well, I spoke with Dark." The two other men in the room were surprised that they were not shocked at that statement. A few days ago, if Mark had told them this, they would have thought he was joking. But not now. However, what they heard next stunned them.
Their friend went into minute detail on everything that he had heard and experience, explaining to them the things which he had been told. They listened as he explained to them about what Dark and Anti were, how they were parasites living within a host body with the goal to live, but how they wanted to reach those goals differently. Mark explained what Dark had told him about what Seán had been going through, and how they now had an explanation as to why their friend was so obsessed with the static filled screens as he was being forced to slowly submit to Anti's will, and how the Irish man's body contained two individual consciousnesses with Seán's one slowly being broken. The pair listened as Mark explained the offer which he had been made, and how badly Dark wanted him to accept it, promising that he would be able to help if Mark could help him too.
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Afraid of the Dark
FanfictionThe Insomnia Gaming Festival is a gaming convention held in Birmingham, England, and for the first time in its history, American celebrities have been invited to take part in the various stage shows. Markiplier (Mark), LordMinion777 (Wade), muyskerm...