His Dark Mind

Chapter 2: Warfstache

Jace stood up from the ground and looked around. It was dark and empty. Almost deserted. Jace walked around trying to get a reading. Mark wasn't around but they could definitely feel him. Did it work? Were they in his mind? Jace walked around a little more, confused.

Soon they stopped and thought. They were technically trespassing so maybe they needed to ask permission to enter even further. Jace closed their eyes and put out a hand. They imagined a door, a door that would get to the root of everything. Quietly, they asked "Would you please allow me to pass? Please allow me to help my friend."

Soon Jace felt the gusts of something. They opened their eyes to see a blue, swirling portal. This felt familiar.

Jace walked toward it, feeling uneasy. Somehow they knew it would help but the idea of actually jumping into a portal made their stomach sick. They had no choice. They began to stick their hand in but was immediately pulled back by something. Or someone.

"Whew, that was close. Best not to trust suddenly appearing portals, old chap."

Jace shook off the startled feeling and looked at who was talking. Jace's eyes grew wide as they took in Mark but with a pink moustache, pink button up, messy hair, tan pants, and a martini. Wilford Warfstache. Standing right in front of Jace, drink in hand, and also confused.

"You look familiar. Have we met?"

Jace wasn't sure how to respond. Was Jace just dreaming? Did they accidentally fall asleep and Mark is still suffering?

Warfstache flashed behind them. "Funny enough, this isn't a dream, but Markiboy is still in trouble."

Jace jumped. "What do you mean?"

"We have met! You were that fan!"

Jace blushed. "Y...Yea?"

"Oh! We were so impressed with that video you made. Truly! Mark couldn't meet you fast enough!"

"How did you know about that? Who's we?"

Warfstache tried to drink while dancing but then laughed.

"You don't think the old boy does what he does on his own, do you? That would be exhausting for one person."

Jace thought about it. There was a theory they read that everyone had different parts inside them. That emotions were like little people we talked to when certain needs needed to be met or when one emotion was feeling too much. Is this how Mark viewed his egos?

"Right-O!" Warfstache stepped in front of Jace. "As you could probably tell, I'm the crazy, cooky, fun, and creative part of Mark. He also made me super sentient for some reason but that just gives me free reign of the whole mind."

"Can you read mine?"

"Of course!"

Jace had a lightbulb moment. Warfstache was stopping Jace from going further, protecting whatever was going on. So Warfstache was a protector. He not only helped with Marks personality, but he was in charge of stopping whatever tried to reach a certain part. Did he know something?

Warfstache sighed. "Look. There's many reasons why you being here is bad. I don't know why you're here but you need to leave."

"But you haven't noticed that Mark isn't doing well? Something's going on and he needs help."

Warfstache shrugged. "But does it really matter? Our creativity gets even better when we have no sleep." He went back to trying to drink his drink.

Jace didn't say anything. Jace didn't think. Warfstache would know.

He nodded. "Now, you can either go back the way you came or maybe you'd like to have some fun?"

The blue portal started to slowly shrink. Warfstache turned away for a second.

Jace ran and leapt into the portal. Warfstache yelled behind them "You'll regret this!"

Jace fell, swirling around, bumping into the walls. As soon as they started to feel sick, the portal spat them out. They fell to the ground, feeling gravel bury into their skin. They groaned as they stood up.

"That was unnecessary." 

Jace looked around. There were trees, a driveway, and Markiplier Manor.

"What the hell?"

Markiplier Manor wasn't looking good. It was cracking, dirty, and covered in greenery. The roof was about to collapse. Jace had an overwhelming sick feeling. Almost as if that's how the house felt. They walked up to the house and gently placed a hand on it. They had visions of Who Killed Markiplier?, but in the end, after everything was over, Warfstache and Dark were bound to the house. Soon, it filled with more of Marks ego's and eventually Warfstache was granted permission to roam free. Dark was angry. His anger infected everything-

Jace was forced out of the vision as Warfstache pulled them back again.

"Well, now you've done it."