Markiplier Oneshots

Psychopath : 3 & 4

The weight of Mark's confession lingered in Amy's mind, a constant presence that she couldn't shake. She had promised him that everything would be okay, that they'd figure it out together. But deep down, her heart raced with fear, her mind clouded with worry.

Mark had been so vulnerable, so terrified of what he might become. And she loved him—truly, deeply loved him—but what he'd said, what he felt, scared her more than she could admit. Every time she looked at him, she couldn't help but replay his words in her mind: What if I'm not safe to be around?

Over the next few days, Amy watched Mark carefully, noticing the subtle changes in him. He was quieter, more withdrawn, his smiles a little more forced, his laughter not quite as genuine. The others, oblivious to the storm brewing inside him, continued with their usual antics, completely unaware of the darkness Mark was battling.

Amy felt like she was walking on a tightrope, balancing the need to protect Mark's trust and the growing fear gnawing at her. She wasn't sure how long she could keep this to herself, how long she could pretend that everything was fine. The weight was too much to bear alone.

One evening, after Mark had gone to bed early, Amy found herself sitting in the living room with Bob, Wade, Jack, Ethan, and Tyler. They were laughing and joking as usual, but Amy wasn't fully present. Her mind kept drifting back to the conversation she'd had with Mark, the fear in his eyes, the tremble in his voice.

"Amy, you okay?" Bob's voice broke through her thoughts.

She blinked, realizing they were all looking at her with concern. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just... tired."

"You've been a little off lately," Jack said, tilting his head. "Is everything alright with you and Mark?"

Amy hesitated. She didn't want to betray Mark's trust, but the pressure was building inside her, threatening to overwhelm her. They deserved to know. They were Mark's closest friends, and if anyone could help, it was them.

She swallowed hard, her hands fidgeting in her lap. "There's... there's something I need to tell you all," she began, her voice shaky. "About Mark."

The room grew quiet, the playful atmosphere evaporating in an instant. Everyone turned their full attention to Amy, sensing the gravity in her tone.

"What's going on?" Wade asked, his brow furrowing with concern.

Amy took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest. "A few nights ago, Mark told me something. Something he's been hiding for a while." She paused, trying to find the right words. "He's been... diagnosed with psychopathy."

There was a stunned silence, as the group exchanged confused and shocked glances.

"Wait, what?" Ethan finally said, his voice filled with disbelief. "Psychopathy? Like... like a serial killer?"

"No, it's not like that," Amy said quickly, trying to clarify. "He's not a monster. He's not going to hurt anyone. But... he's struggling. He told me that he's been having dark thoughts. About... about all of you."

The words hit the group like a sledgehammer. They all stared at her, their expressions a mixture of confusion, fear, and disbelief.

"Dark thoughts?" Bob echoed, his voice quieter now. "What kind of thoughts?"

Amy's throat tightened. "He said... he said that the idea of hurting you doesn't bother him the way it should. He doesn't want to, but the thoughts are there. And he's scared. He's terrified of losing control."

Tyler shook his head, his face pale. "You're saying Mark's been thinking about killing us?"

Amy flinched at the harshness of his words. "Not exactly. He's scared of the thoughts, but he's still in control. He's not going to do anything. I just... I don't know what to do. He's carrying so much, and I'm scared for him."