Light, Laughter and Darkness. (Markiplier, Darkiplier and Warfstache x Reader)

Chapter One: First Voice; One Night.

"And I'll see YOU in the next video! Bye-bye!" Mark said into the webcam, waving at it with a particularly goofy grin. He turned off the equipment he uses to record his videos, then turned to you; You were sitting beside him since both of you were playing a game together for YouTube. Of course, you continually kicked his butt and let him win a match here and there for his sake. Seeing him rage over such a small thing was amusing though.

You let out a soft laugh, leaning back into the chair you were sitting in. "I totally kicked your ass." You proudly proclaimed to the heavens. Mark chuckled along with you.
"I let you win." He said nonchalantly. You shove him slightly in response, being playful and friendly.
"That's not true. I let YOU win about half of the entire time!" You countered with a very slight smirk, confident that you'll win this little argument.

"Fine, fine. I'll admit it. I s... Suck at this game." He said, having a hard time admitting that. You grinned.
"Now, was that so hard to say?" You teased, getting out of the chair.
Markiplier nodded and got started on editing the video.
"It was. I know that editing looks boring, so you can go watch some T.V. or whatever." He offered softly, keeping his eyes on the computer screen. A gentle growl came from his stomach, causing you to laugh and him to smile a little.

"Can I borrow your kitchen? I'll make us some dinner. Well, more like comfort food." You asked politely. He gave a simple nod, trying to fully focus on editing the video. You left the room and went through a hallway. Right before you reached the kitchen, you had this strange feeling; as if someone were watching you. You looked left and right, then behind you.
'Must be my imagination.' You guessed in your thoughts and went to the fridge.

Approximately an hour later, you entered Mark's recording room with two plates; one in each hand. "I made some grilled cheese. And don't worry, I already did the dishes since I was the one who made a mess." You said softly, looking over at the YouTuber. By this time, Mark just finished up editing and was waiting for the video to upload as he leaned back into his seat. He heard you come in and smelled the sandwiches, a smile immediately appearing on his face. He turned his head towards you, still smiling.

"You didn't have to, but I appreciate it. Thank you for making dinner." Markiplier replied, patting the seat next to him to motion for you to sit down. You gave him his plate, smiling and took a seat in the chair beside your beloved friend. He took a bite of the grilled cheese, then licked his lips slightly to catch the crumbs. Mark's eyes lit up like a child who just ate the best piece of cake in the world.
"This is amazing! You can really cook, (y/n)!" He complemented after swallowing the first bite, then took another soon after.

"Thanks. However, I don't think it's as good as Momiplier's." You replied with a light laugh, eating a bit of your dinner. Both you and Mark watched the video upload onto YouTube, then talked about the comment section, thumbs up/down system, etc. You look at the time on his computer, squinting your eyes slightly since the room was starting to get pretty dark and the light from the electronic was so bright compared to it. The time read 9:37.

"I should probably go home. I didn't realize how late it was getting." You murmured, giving away a soft yawn. Mark nodded and looked at you, noticing how tired you looked.
"You could stay in here for the night, I don't mind." He offered.
"Are you sure? You only have one bed."
"You can have it for the night. I'll take the couch."
"Mark.. Is it really fine for you to be sleeping on the couch?"
He simply laughed as he got up and turned off his computer.
"I'm fine. My bedroom is right across from here." The YouTuber replied and grabbed the empty plates, stretching slightly.

You nodded and got up from your chair. In a friendly manner of course, you slowly embraced the male; your head softly resting upon his warm chest. He didn't take this hug in a different way at all, so he complied and wrapped his arms around you; moving his wrist so that the plates wouldn't hit you. The gentle beating of his heart seemed to soothe you as the embrace continued. As soon as you felt his arms start to unwrap, you gently pulled away from him.

You then looked into his soft, warm brown eyes. "Thank you for letting me stay, Mark. Goodnight." You said quietly, almost a whisper.
"You're welcome." He replied just as quietly, his voice slipping into its lower register.
You both started to lean in very slowly and when his lips were merely centimeters away from yours, you both pulled away.
"Goodnight, (y/n)." Mark said, then went to the kitchen; walking a pace just a little faster than normal walking speed.

You took in a deep breath, then exhaled slowly. 'I just almost kissed my best friend.' You thought frantically, making your way into his bedroom; closing the door behind yourself. Trying to think everything over in your jumbled thoughts, you crawled into his bed and slid under his blue sheets. After a while of thinking, your (e/c) eyes began to close and just before you drifted off to sleep; a voice is heard from a dark corner of the bedroom.

"H... Hello, (y/n).." The dark and deep, alluring voice addressed.

Your eyes quickly open. "W-Who's there?" You said, your voice trembling slightly in fear.
"It better not be some sick joke, Mark!" You exclaimed, trying to seem brave.

"No, no.. I'm not Mark. Well, sort of.. Kinda not... It's complicated." The voice stumbled over his own words like a teenager trying to talk to their crush.

"Well? Who are you?!" You demanded.

"My name.. Is Darkiplier."