The Dream Diary (Markiplier Imagines)

Til Death Do Us Part

Warning: Slight mention of suicide.
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It has been going on for years. No one saw it coming. No one created it. It just happened. You heard that it was the rabies from animals, that it was mutating. Everyone was fine with it, thinking that we could destroy it before it went to person to person. Of course, that was before the world turned into chaos. The disease spread through the planes and boats. Everyone freaked out, not knowing how to handle it. The 'rabies' turned humans into bloodthirsty creatures. First, the infected would get an itchy feeling to their skin, eventually scratching some of it off. Then, blood would leak out of your ears, mouth, nose, and eyes. After that, you would already start killing the first thing filled with blood. You called them the Drinkers.

You were currently sitting down on an old, ripped up piece of furniture. It looked blue, but from the limited light coming from the boarded windows it was hard to tell. You were scratching your skin very hard, so hard that it was starting to hurt, but you needed to relieve the itching feeling.

"(Y/n), please stop. You need to fight the feeling."

You looked up, almost forgetting he was there. Standing in front of you was your boyfriend, Mark. You had been dating him way before the world fell apart. He stayed by your side the whole time, even at your weakest moments. Mark's glasses had a slight crack in them and his hair was messy. His face was blotchy with dirt, yet he still looked as handsome as when you first saw him. His shirt was slightly ripped and had a tiny bit of blood on it.

That blood was yours. It was still leaking from your neck, but you decided not to tell him. After all, you were going to die by the end of the night. You had gotten bitten from one of the Drinkers. You were infected. Nothing could save you.

Even after what Mark said, you were still scratching. Blood was starting to leak from the places you touched, but the wounds soon stopped getting bigger. You looked at your hands to find them held between Mark's. The more you struggled, the more his hands tightened. Finally, after a few minutes, you spoke.

"Mark! Please, just stop trying to help me. There isn't a cure. I'm going to die today. And if you don't leave, so are you."

"I'm not leaving you behind. I love you too much to do that."

You sigh as you hear that he isn't going to leave. At least not with you alive. You pull Mark into a hug, finally feeling the fear you should of felt earlier.

"Mark, I love you too. I care for your safety more than mine. I'll be honest, I'm terrified. I don't know what it's going to be like after I-"

Mark interrupted you with his lips. The kiss was filled with passion and love. It made you feel light headed, like the both of you were still on the normal earth. But it all ended to fast.

Mark pulled away quickly when he tasted blood. You lifted your hand and felt your mouth. It had blood pouring out of it. You felt a liquid coming out of your ears, nose, and eyes. All of it was blood.

With the last bit of sanity you had, you reached into your pocket and pulled out your gun. You pushed it into Mark's hand, feeling his fingers wrap around it, not wanting the weapon to fall. You looked up at him. It was hard trying to think of him as your boyfriend and not food. Still, you managed to speak.

"Mark, I'm about to turn. End it all for me. Please." Your words came out in a rush.

You saw his eyes widen. He shook his head and stared into your changing eyes.

"Please," you begged, "If you love me, please. End this torture. I want to wake up to a different world. A better one. And your the only one who can put me sleep. Peacefully at least."

Mark looked like he understood. But he didn't point the pistol at you. He kept facing towards the ground, like he wanted to kill the world instead. You wouldn't be surprised.

You felt different, so you closed your eyes for a second. When you opened them all you saw was red. Red, the color of the blood rushing through your beloved. Red, the color of the food you need. Red, the last color you'll see.

With tears in his eyes, Mark held the gun up at you. He put his index finger on the trigger. Killing the one he loves was the last thing he ever thought he'd do. Yet it was what you wanted.

"I love you, (y/n). With all of my heart." Mark said with tears now dripping from his face.

"I lo-"

You were interrupted by a bang. It shot through your stomach, pain starting to course through your body. A small smile made its way to your face. You fell over on to the couch, blood starting to spread across your shirt. You looked up at him with red eyes, the (e/c) color already melting away.

You saw something that you were slightly confused about. Mark pointed the pistol towards his head and closed his eyes. But that was all you saw before everything turned into darkness.

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And that's it. You died at the end. And according to what you saw, Mark might've too. But let's hope not! It was kinda sad, but I'll try to post a happy one after this.

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