Welcome to CORYG (Markiplier fanfic)

Chapter 2

On the other side of the broken mirror it was unpleasantly cold. The place smelled of damp earth and mould. It made Mark think of rotten corpses. In the dim light he could make out dark shapes of old furniture. It felt different from his comfy armchair back home.

,,It wouldn't be so scary if I were sure it's a game and I just had to fight my way through Ruvik's mind, but I suspect I'm in the hands of some sick maniac," Mark thought gloomily. ,,I wish Jojo was here!"

And then he heard it. The sound of approuching footsteps was hard to describe but Mark immeditalety knew it was him. Burnt flesh, cruel eyes, dangerous smile, ragged clothes, a living image of your worst nightmare. Ruben Victoriano. Mark's legs were giving way and he squatted down behind the nearest object.

,,Interesting tactics, sissyplier, " the voice commented sarcastically. Collecting all his courage Mark started crawling. ,,Run, Forrest, run!" the voice adviced cheerfully. And he did it, he ran for his dear life.

He had no time to admire the magnificent staircase, he rushed upstairs and found himself in a corridor with a lot of doors. Mark desperately tried to open one after another but they all were locked. Without thinking he smashed the last door and stumbled inside. Now Mark was in the most peaceful room you could imagine. No monsters. No blood. Only dolls. Mannequins, to be exact. ,,Screw you!" squeaked Mark and started to crush them.
,,Be my guest, express yourself!" the voice generously invited and the battle raged. In no time the wicked mannequins were defeated. Feeling satisfied, with a torn plastic leg in his hands, Mark moved forward.

Fear was gone, but our hero relaxed too early, for on the wall in front of him there was a note: DON'T LOOK OR IT TAKES YOU

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