Markiplier: Once Upon A Time

And Then...

((Written for @Outlandish-One. I'm gonna have so much fun with this one! Also, say goodbye to the fourth wall. I'm letting it take a "vacation". *evil laughter*))

Mark stood in front of the mysterious brick wall. He didn't know where it came from. It was just there. Whenever he did anything now a days, this brick wall was somewhere nearby. He didn't like it, but he started to learn to live with it.

Mark poked a brick, waiting for something to happen. Nothing did, of course. It's a bloody wall. What were you expecting? A biblical disaster? No. It's a fucking wall, you twat. Get it together.

"Whatcha doin there?" Dark asked, walking up behind Mark.

"I'm figuring out what this wall does," Mark replied.

"It's a wall, Mark. Calm down."

"But it's EVERYWHERE!!"

"No it's not."

"Let me prove it."

Mark and Dark walked outside and got in the car, driving out to the middle of a forest. Mark got out and went round to the other side of the car, opening the door for Dark. Mark was a gentleman like that. Classy. But, like, lowkey classy, ya kno?

The two of them walked into the forest, getting to the point where there was nothing around them but nature.

"I don't see the w--" Dark was about to say that he didn't see the wall, but that's when they turned around and were faced with the giant brick wall again.

"Fuckin told you," Mark muttered. "Come on. Let's go."

One jump-cut later, the boys were back in the apartment, staring at the brick wall.

"Let's destroy it," Dark said. Mark held out his hand, gesturing for Dark to do nothing.

And then...

The wall exploded.

"WHAT THE EVERLOVING FUCK?!" Mark shouted, stumbling back. The author stumbled through the rubble, from one side of the wall and into the apartment.

The area on the other side of the wall looked like a bedroom. There were two beds, one with a blue blanket, the other one bright red. The walls were a soft blue, a Supernatural poster hanging on the sliding closet door. Pictures coated the walls. Fake stars coated the ceiling. Toys and clothes coated the floor. And dust coated the coats.

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!" The author shouted.

"Raven? What is this?!" Dark exclaimed.

"YOUVE DESTROYED THE FOURTH WALL!!" Raven shouted. "NOW HOW AM I GOING TO QUENCH THE FANGIRL THIRST?!" Raven held up the reader. Well, her iPod. Same diff, really.

"HOW IS THAT ROOM THERE?!" Mark blurted out.

"YOURE WORLD ISNT REAL! IM WRITING YOUR LIFE!" Raven screamed. She looked mad.

"How do we fix the fourth wall?" Dark asked.

"WE CANT. ITS NOT THERE ANYMORE!"

"Surely there must be a way!"

"THERE IS NO WAY!"

Raven suddenly turned the iPod off, causing Mark and Dark and the scene of the exploded fourth wall to disappear altogether. She didn't feel like writing more. It was midnight. She needed to do something productive. Like sleep.

'But sleep is for the weak!' The voice in her head argued.

"Oh shut up, you," Raven said to the voice. "I'm just talking to you because I've gone mad."

Raven sighed. Time to sleep. No more writing.

And then Raven ended her chapter, smiling happily at the pleasing outcome of so much hard work.

The end.