Mark finally ran out of breath, he didn't know how long he was running for, but he knew it was too long. He had no clue where he was, but he did know for sure that there was a perfect hiding spot within a pile of boxes, all varied in sizes, and he was going to take advantage of it.
He crawls to the pile and finds a few empty ones. One was a small, dark brown box. Scratch that, it was a tiny dark brown box. On it was a scribbled on face, and on the back was a name; Tim. Mark grabbed the box and found one that was perfect for his size, and he hid under there with him.
"Oooh, Maaarrrkkk~!!"
No. That voice was so far, but yet, it felt so close.
"Listen, I'm not gonna hurt you, I promise!"
That's a lie, and Mark knows it. He looked at the tiny box - Mark renamed it to 'Tiny Box Tim' - and silently prayed that he wouldn't be found.
"Mark? Okay, now I know for sure I've lost you."
Good. Rotten bastard.
The footsteps suddenly ceased, and then there was a sigh.
"You're safe, but I want you to know something, you hear me, Markiplier?" The voice was fading out. About God damn time! "Mark Edward Fischbach, I want you to know this; We. Own. You. You signed your life away the moment you started using our services and the moment you signed up for YouTube, too. Your friends are next. They already got Jacksepticeye; Seán William McLoughlin. That voice you were playing with, oh! It brought me so much joy to see that nobody noticed, not even you or other friend, Robert Martin Muyskens. Sorry, you call him 'Bob'. Every one of your friends is going away to become part of our newest AI system. And you'll be the first person to watch the rest of them all perish in agony, and then you'll be next."
Mark had no words. He fought himself to not move from his hiding spot, and to not cry. Everyone he'll know will be dead, and he can't even do anything about it.
"Be thankful you're alive for these next few days. You'll have to come out from hiding some day." The voice laughed, and finally, faded away, leaving Mark alone.
He had to warn everybody. He didn't know how, but he had to.
Mark looked at Tiny Box Tim, and sighed. He was befriending an inanimate object that some poor soul probably made before their own demise.
... Wait, the box had something sticking out of it. He fiddled with Tiny Box Tim, and finally figured out what was sticking out; a floor plan? Hey, a floor plan. To this building! He can get out! Oh! Oh, thank you!
It was signed on the back;
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To whoever finds this,
You have a chance to escape. You'll need to be fast. I managed to get as far as Hallway 6 before I was caught.
There's Cheez-it crackers and some Pop-Tart flavour, I don't know what kind. I couldn't get anything to drink in time.
I wish you best of luck.
Seán.
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... no...
Seán.
Jacksepticeye.
He never made it.
This was Mark's chance to make it for him.
He opens up Tiny Box Tim and finds what Seán had said; Cheez-it crackers and a Pop-Tart.
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