I Want Him Gone ;A Markiplier/ Darkiplier story

Don't Make Me Do It!

"Hello Mark. How did you..... Like our last encounter?"

I turned over in my bed and fell off the side. I hit my head on the bed side table I have. "Jesus Christo." I said as I heard laughter in the back of my head.

"How did you like that fall?"

I put my hand on the ground and used it to push myself upward so that I sat up. I then used my other hand and rubbed my forehead. Then came a knock at my door.

"Hey Mark, can you do a favor for me? How about you kill your friend? Wouldn't that be fun?"

"Come in." I said as the door then opened to show Bob. He gave a faint smile as he walked in and then closed the door behind him.

"Come on Mark, he's right there. You also have that knife on that desk over there. Just pick it up and stab him."

I rolled my eyes and furrowed my brows at the voice. Bob looked at me confused as I pointed to my head. Bob then nodded showing that he knew what was going on.

"Here, I'll tell you later Mark." Bob said as he backed up out of the room. I knew he understood what was happening. I then felt my forehead get hot.

"Why didn't you kill him? He was right there and the knife was next to you, it was perfect but you just went and ruined it! RUINED IT!"

My head started hurting as my stomach burned. I slammed my eyes shut and let the pain overtake me. It felt like I was being burnt in a fire.

When the pain stopped I opened my eyes. I saw Wilfred once again. The same devilish man. I knew that this wasn't Wilfred, this was Dark in disguise. He had that same Evil smile, the black pink eyes, and the creepy laugh.

"Mark, why didn't you kill Bob? He was right there. A simple target in my perspective. Honestly, he should've been in your perspective too. I guess I'll have to fix that." He laughed as my head had the pain once again.

This time, it didn't hurt as much, but the pain was unbearable Nothing the less. When my eyes fluttered open, everything was red. Wilfred was blue, and I saw two other blue figures a distance away.

"Ah, I see you're vision is working out in your hand. Have fun with that. Your actual task Mark. Oh wait, I can't call you that now, you're not Mark. I'll can you, Demoniplier, or Demon for short." Dark giggled.

I furrowed my brow and rolled my eyes. I really didn't feel like dealing with him anymore but then I felt the need to stay and listen to him. "Anyway, your task is to kill the two humams in this house. It should be simple for you." Dark said before he waved and poofed away with a Dark pink cloud surrounding him.

He then poofed back. I sighed and turned back around to face him. He then giggled a little bit. "Oh, for Mark, it's not Wilfred. It's Wilford."He said as he then poofed away once again.

A/n:
This part above was for a particular reader who seeked the need to tell me I did his name incorrectly. You know who you are.

I sighed and thought. Wilfred, Wilford, what's the difference? I shrugged and grabbed the safety knife from off my desk. It was only there because I was looking through some of my fan mail.

Slowly opening the door, the blue figures only sat carelessly. I thought about why they were just sitting there when I remembered that they don't see me.

I army crawled over until I was behind the figures. My mouth opened so that I could giggle slightly. I guess that the figures heard me because one got up and walked right next to me.

"Mark, Hey..... You look different. What are you doing on the floor?" The figure asked as they grabbed my arm and pulled me up. I could tell that this was Wade, not my target but, one nonetheless. "Why do have horns, pointed ears, and a tail like a demon?"

I only rolled my eyes as I placed my hand on his shoulder. My mouth made a tsk sound as I shook my head from side to side. I slowly then pushed him against the wall and laughed.

My hand slid into my back pocket at pulled out the knife. Giving a small smile, I gripped the handle harder and heard the blade slide out. This is going to be fun I told myself as my from grew wider and Wade's face slowly fell.