I Want Him Gone ;A Markiplier/ Darkiplier story

Acid Kills.... Sometimes

I sat in the room by myself. Why would Dark take them away. I knew I wasn't going to get them back so I just sat there and thought. I thought about how I could go on without my best friends.

That was when I heard a poofing sound. I looked up hurriedly and found Dark. He held a grin, which had blood on his teeth and around his face. I furrowed my brow at him.

"You called?" He asked smartly. I flared my nostrils and formed my hands into fists. "Oh, what's wrong markimoo? Angry because I killed your friends?"

That was when I snapped. I jumped on Dark and started throwing punches into his face. Black blood flying from his nose and mouth. He tried to hit back but I was just too fast for him.

Dark then threw me off of him and hissed. "Oh, now you've done it." Dark then snapped his fingers and his hands slowly started to turn into liquid.

"Have fun with some acid, Mark." Dark laughed as he ran at me with his hand extended. I tried to dodge him but he was suddenly very fast and his hand hit me.

I felt the acid seep into my skin and burn it as it did so. It burnt so much that I yelled as loud as I could and I felt my eyes close. The pain took over me and I fell to the ground.

"Ark? Mark? Mark!" I heard. "Mark, what happened?" I tried to push myself up but I immediately regretted it. My arm burnt from the acid marks and I almost fell back down but Wade caught me.

"Wade? Bob? Tim?" They all nodded except Tim. He was back to a cute little Box. I was fine with that but it was the last thing I expected.

"Mark, What happened? You look terrible like you've been burnt or something." Tim informed me as I nodded when he said burnt.

"He burnt me. Dark tried to kill me with acid. I almost died but I somehow held on." I said slowly. Tim hopped over to me and held his hand on my hand. I turned my head and smiled.

My face, arm, and hand stung like I was getting stabbed but ten times worse. I hated Dark so much because he would be the only one to do something like this.

"There is a way, you know." I heard and obviously I wasn't the only one who heard it. Everyone jumped back and looked in the direction the voice was coming from. "A way to get rid of him. It's not easy."

The voice was coming from a corner that was not lit. I noticed a pair of green eyes and a bright white smile. The figure closed it's eyes and laughed.

"Who are you?" I asked trying to stand but I fell down and almost landed on Tim. Bob and Wade then ran to my side to help pick me up.

The thing laughed. "What does it matter. I'm just a figure of the fans imagination. Yet, I'm still here but, if you insist on knowing. I'm Antisepticeye. Anti, for short."

Anti then stepped out of the shadows. Now I understood why his name was Antisepticeye and he had an Irish accent. This was Jack's dark side.

"Well, here I am. The only reason I'm here is to help you get rid of that evil side of you." Anti clenched his fist when he said evil side. I knew he was talking about Dark obviously.

I nodded and waited for him to continued on with his words of choice.