Markiplier Oneshots

Psychopath: 9 & 10

The group drove deeper into the woods, the trees looming around them like dark sentinels. As they navigated the winding path to the secluded cabin by the lake, a tense silence filled the car. Each friend was lost in their own thoughts, the weight of their worry palpable. They knew Mark was slipping away, but how far gone was he? What would they find when they finally caught up with him?

As they reached the cabin, the atmosphere changed. The air felt charged, heavy with an unspoken dread. They parked a short distance away, creeping forward on foot, each step filled with caution. They exchanged nervous glances, silently communicating the tension that hung between them.

"Stay close," Bob whispered as they approached the cabin. "We need to be careful."

"Do we really think he's in here?" Wade asked, his voice low, filled with uncertainty. "What if he's gone?"

"We have to check," Amy replied, her voice trembling with resolve. "We can't leave him out here."

The friends exchanged nods, forming a tight-knit line as they crept up to the door. Bob pushed it open slowly, the creaking hinges sounding like a warning as they stepped inside. The cabin was dark, shadows playing tricks on their eyes as they moved cautiously through the small space.

As they turned a corner, the atmosphere thickened, and they could feel a sense of foreboding wash over them. Suddenly, without warning, something sharp whizzed through the air, landing inches from their faces with a loud thud.

The friends froze, hearts racing as they turned to see Mark standing at the far end of the room. His expression was hard, his eyes dark and unrecognizable. "I warned you," he said, his voice deep and grave, laced with an unsettling calm.

A sinister chuckle escaped his lips. "You can't say I didn't warn you." He took a step forward, a dangerous smile spreading across his face. "Are you still going to try to save me?"

Panic surged through the group. This wasn't the Mark they had known—the caring friend who would joke and laugh with them. This was someone entirely different, someone twisted by darkness, a version of Mark they feared might be beyond saving.

"Mark, please," Amy said, her voice breaking as she took a step back. "We just want to help you."

But Mark only chuckled again, taking another deliberate step forward, his demeanor menacing. The friends shared terrified glances, their instincts screaming at them to run.

"Get out!" Tyler shouted, breaking the spell of fear that held them in place.

They turned and bolted for the door, adrenaline pumping through their veins. As they raced through the cabin, their hearts pounded loudly in their ears, drowning out everything else. They could hear Mark's footsteps behind them, echoing with an unsettling cadence that sent chills down their spines.

Once outside, they scrambled to their car, fumbling with the door handles in their panic. Bob jumped into the driver's seat, slamming the door shut as the others piled in, breathless and shaken.

"Go, go, go!" Amy shouted, her voice filled with urgency.

Bob didn't need to be told twice. He started the engine and sped down the dirt path, the tires kicking up dust as they flew away from the cabin. The trees rushed past them in a blur, each one a reminder of how close they had been to danger.

Once they were safely on the road, the friends took a moment to breathe, hearts racing in their chests. They glanced at one another, the adrenaline slowly fading but the reality of what just happened sinking in.

"We just ran from a killer," Wade said breathlessly, shaking his head in disbelief. "It felt like a horror movie."

"Yeah," Jack replied, his voice shaky. "But that was Mark. How did it come to this?"