I Want Him Gone ;A Markiplier/ Darkiplier story

The Sickness

As I reached the living room, I could barely hear little laughing. It sounded like it was coming from the kitchen so, I quietly moved to the kitchen to find who was laughing. It was Bob and Wade.

I decided I would sneak up on them and that's what I was going to do. I got down low and army crawled over to behind the two of them. I slowly stood up as the two continued giggling.

I let out a quiet chuckle as I placed one hand on one of their shoulders. At the same time, Bob and Wade jumped up shocked and startled. I jumped back laughing at their fright as Bob and Wade gave me a panicked and angry face.

"Mark! You're a jerk!" Wade yelled as I continued laughing. When I finally calmed down, I felt very light headed. Bob and Wade walked over to the couch and sat as I grabbed some headache reliever.

I swallowed the pill and immediately felt worse. I walked up to my room and laid down on the bed. I didn't feel sick but I didn't feel fine either. It felt like my stomach was on fire at the same time as my brain was.

I slowly closed my eyes in decision of taking a nap would make me feel better. As my eyes were fully closed, I was ambushed with images, sounds, and voices in my head.

The images all had Dark, the sounds were terrifying, and the voices were children screaming and calling for their parents while Dark was heard hushing the child. He only repeated hush to the poor terrified child until everything went silent.

Then a tune started to play slowly and softly as a voice joined the music. It was Dark. The words he placed with the tune made it even more terrifying.

Long, sharp Dark claws go up the back
Back of the little child
They get shoved in with force
And pull out the spine

It was spine tingling and bone chilling. It had the tune and melody of the jack-in-box Toy. Dark always had ways of creeping me out. He knew all of my weaknesses, fears, and hatereds. That's why I hate him.

He laughed and laughed at his inhuman song. I opened my eyes to get away from that hellish nightmare. If I see him in my dreams, could that mean he's still out there somewhere? Could it mean he's dead? I have so many questions.

I'm mainly wondering what's wrong with me?

"You have my sickness."

A voice spoke in my head that sounded alot like Dark. It was him.

"I assure you, I'm not dead nor plan being so any time soon."

Definitely Dark. I need to find him and get him back. I'll have to think of something when I get that far, if I do.