A Hell of a Time with Darkiplier

Dark's 'Date' with Markiplier

Dark blinked and suddenly he was entering a building.

Two men were there when the door opened on its own.

"Bonjour!"

Dark remembered his face, 'The butler? Is that Mark's old butler from before?'

He looked at the other man but didn't recognize him.

"AH! Bonjour! Your table awaits!"

"Table?" Dark didn't understand what they were talking about. He was reminded of what Mark had told him about a date but he thought it was just metaphorical for a death duel or something.

Dark was led into a room with a table and. . . .

"MARK!" Dark tried to lung towards him to attack him but found that he couldn't.

He felt. . . like he was being controlled.

Mark had a knowing smirk on his face and pretended he didn't know him, "Oh hi! I was wondering if you were even going to show up! Come and take a seat!"

Dark felt himself sitting in the seat across from him. He didn't want to but he felt as if he was being forced to.

'Is this his power? Is he controlling me somehow? And my powers. . . yes, he said he took them away. . .but how!?'

"I got something for you!" He suddenly pulled a flower from his suit, "A rose!"

Dark glared at him but Mark threw it behind him anyway.

"What are you doing?" Dark asked him, "What's the point of this?"

Mark didn't answer him.

Two waiters appeared out of nowhere and started pouring water in their glasses.

"Oh!" Mark exclaimed, "Thank you! Bonjour! Bonswa!" he looked at Dark, "You look so familiar. Have we met? It must be destiny"

"I think I'm going to throw up"

"Oh!" Mark shouted again as the waiters returned with a salad "Good year!"

Dark just watched as the waiters returned quickly to take it away from them again.

"If we're not going to fight, then can you just fucking talk to me like a normal fucking person?!" Dark growled at him.

Mark's eye twitched, "I'll only say this once. Stop fucking up my scene. Got it? This is your punishment and you're going to go through with it without complaint. This is my story. Either you go along with it or I'll make you relive all your worst nightmares . .. . both of you. . . Celine AND Damien's."

"So you DO acknowledge I'm not just Celine"

"But you are." Mark argued, "Celine is in the forefront for now and I'm going to enjoy toying with her. . . . AND you. Now go along and make your choices. . . . or else live in pain for the rest of eternity"

"I feel like this IS the eternal pain"

The chef stomped over and suddenly slammed the bill on the table, "So who's gonna PAY for this?"

Dark looked from Mark and to the Chef, not knowing what was happening.

Mark gulped, already back into character, "I uh . . . " he brushed over his suit for his wallet, "I can uh . . take care of. ..this . . uh-oh. .. well I . . " he smiled sheepishly, "I must have. . . lost it?"

Dark crossed his arms out of spite but also curious to see what Mark would do.

"Maybe you could pay? . . . . Please?" Mark gave him a pleading look.