Novocaine(Markiplier/Darkiplier X reader)

Playing Games

You arrive home within no time at all, remembering the time you spent with Mark. It was absolutely amazing. As hours flew by, you were scrolling through the pictures you took with him as you made yourself dinner, occasionally texting your mom, telling her that you're ok. You smile at them until you see a picture you don't remember taking. In fact, it was in a completely different location in general and a picture that never existed  in your gallery to begin with.

You look at it closely for a few minutes. It looked alot like Mark, but at the same time it didn't. You thought nothing of the picture and deleted it to make room for other pictures. Upon deleting it, however, made your phone shut off.
"Shit is my service off again?" You grumbled, going to plug your phone, in hopes that it turns on again. That it did, but not in the way you expected it to.

There was a call immediately upon the phone starting up. The number itself had alot of hashtags in it, confusing alone.

"Hello?"

Silence...Then..

"Dear (Y/N), that wasn't very nice. I was offering you a look and you brush me off?" That voice sounds familiar.

"Who is this? How did you get my number?"

"(Y/N), have you no common sense? We spent a lovely afternoon together on this day-"

Mark? No, its too formal.

"Listen, I don't know who you are but please leave me alone." You replied sternly.

"-And now you chose to disrespect me. How rude. I'll have to teach you some manners." And click, the call ended.

What the fuck was that? Who was that?

You decide that you've done enough today and head to shower and wind down, you just had a pretty exciting day after all, meeting Mark today. After a nice shower and a tuna sandwich, you decide to make yourself comfortable in your bed. Hours pass and you could feel your eyes get heavy. You put your phone on the dresser and shut your eyes dazing off.

Later on, you hear the front door unlock and close. It must be your parents right? Yeah sure...

You turn to the side and don't bother to wake up, it's probably nothing.

Then you feel a cold hand on your shoulder, pulling you on your back."Ngh.." You groan, not wanting to be disturbed from sleep. Then your eyes widened, opening when a sharp prick pierced your arm. "Hey! What the f--" You look down at your arm, a needle pressed against your skin. You look up and see that face, that familiar face in grey scale, with that ringing filling your ears, making you cringe slightly.

"I told you, did I not?"

The male says something else but you can't catch it, things get blurry and dark. Brief glimpse of the male picking you up. Looking down at the floor. Thrown in a car. Flashing lights..

Then all dark.