Darkiplier x Reader: The Dark and The Light

Chapter 1: The Encounter

You were walking home from a long day of school but luckily it was Friday which meant a weekend full of rest and homework. You had your (F/C) ear phones in your ears blasting in music from your phone. Your mittened hands held tightly to your phone was you continued to crunch leaves under your black boots. The wind blew roughly at you but luckily you were prepared for the worst. You were wearing a black beanie, a (F/C) graphic tee that was hidden behind a puffy warm black coat that hugged your torso, light blue jeans with rips down the thighs and hid behind you knee high black boots.

You softly hummed to the song as you turned down the street to your left which was your neighborhood. Your house was the second one on the left.

You lived in a two story dark blue house with a two car garage and a huge backyard. You also had a small flower garden in the front but since it was fall, all your flowers were dead. Also you had a roommate to help pay rent and stuff while you went to college.

You crossed your yellowing front yard to your front door and walked inside as you stop your music, ejected your earphones, and stuffed your phone and earphones in your pant pockets.

"WHY?!!!!" You heard a masculine scream coming from upstairs as you barely walked in.

You sighed as you lowered your backpack to the ground and begun to climb a set of polish wooden stairs that were a couple of feet away from the door. Your hand softly glided the polished wooden railing as you softly stepped over the last step.

"HOW THE HELL IS THAT POSSIBLE?!!!!" screamed the same voice.

You found your self in the main hallway of the second floor. There was 3 doors to the left and 2 doors to the right. Each door was closed but yet not sound proof. At the end of the hall, a dark brown small cabinet hung from it. Suddenly, the last door on the left swung open and out walked out your roommate from his recording room.

His shaggy black hair was all floofed up at the front. He was wearing his lucky flannel over shirt with a black t-shirt beneath and casual blue jeans. His hands were rubbing his forehead which cause his thin glasses ,that laid on his small nose, to move up with his hands. He stop and turned to look at you with his dark eyes.

"(Y/N)! When did you get home?" asked Mark as he gave you a toothy grin.

Yep, THE Markipliers was your roommate. But it wasn't too bad except for his quick anger when he gets irritated but that's really only when he plays a raging game for his YouTube channel.

"I just got home. What were you playing? I could swear the neighbors are calling the cops....." You laughed as walked to your room which was the last on the right which is right across from Mark's recording room.

"Just some damn indie game......" He mumbled as he followed you on your room and leaned against the door frame.

You smirked as you unzipped your coat and tossed it into your (F/C) desk chair that stuck out from a metal peachy desk. Your desk held all of your school books and papers.

"Have you started on dinner?" You asked him as you leaned by him

"Yup!! It should almost be done. Have homework?"

"Yesh, as always. I'll probably do it tonight and tomorrow maybe we can go out and do something that doesn't involve the outside."

"There was that new horror movie that looks decent enough. How about that?"

"Sure, why the hell not?"

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That night after dinner, you laid on your bed doing homework on your laptop. You were studying to be a Medical Scientist (AN: If you don't know what that is, the basically create and test new medication. It's what I want to be. You can change it if ya want. I don't care. You just have to change things to fit that career that you want.) which caused you 5 years of intense college. You were working on a report for the different types of viruses. Suddenly your charging phone buzzed which informed you that you received a text. You sighed as you reached over to the small nightstand and looked at your text. It was from....Mark?

Mark's Text: HeLlO

Your Text: Mark? Da fuq man? I'm busy, I can't deal with you now.

Mark's Text: WhO sAiD i Am MaRk? WhY dOn'T yOu CoMe OuT oF yOuR rOoM bEaUtIfUl?

You groan loudly at Mark's shit. It was about 2 in the morning and he wants to be funny, that wasn't a good idea. You softly put your laptop on the bed and got up. You pulled up your sweatpants and lowered your (Favorite YouTube channel besides Markiplier) T-shirt so it wasn't showing you behind. You tiredly exit your room into the dark hallway.

Mark's recording room was wide open and a flashing light came from inside. It was like Mark's computer monitor was on and playing something. You were creeped out but decided to push on. You slowly walked into the recording room.

You say at the furthest wall Mark's whole set up with the monitors on but showing static. The chair had someone sitting in it with their back to you and they were facing towards the monitors.

You got closer to the chair and slowly turned it around. The person slumped over and you were able to see who it was.

It was Mark!

His eyes were rolled back into his head. Blood ran out of mouth and eyes and ears. He was cold as freshly laid snow on a late winter night.

You screamed as you slowly walked back in shock and fear. Who could have done this? Why would they do this?

You didn't make it far before the computer monitors went black and you were left in the dark with Mark's corpse. You begun to cry and fell onto the ground on your knees.

The computers turned on but as a bright blood red color that colored the room.

You then felt a pair of strong arms around your stomach and pull you against a warm body. You screamed and started to kick and hit the person who was holding you. The person chuckled darkly which identify you that the person who was holding you was male.

"Your safe, my sweet little (Y/N)" said the man as he turned you over so you were able to see him.

He looked exactly like Mark except for a few different things. The man was much paler than Mark and had dark bags under his eyes with darken cheekbones. His voice was a bit more disordered than Mark's voice.

"W-Who are you?" You barely whispered

"You may call me Dark, my sweet." He purred and nuzzled your face with his.

Out of no where you heard Mark yelling faintly in the distance.

"(Y/N)!!!! Wake up!!!!! Your ok!!!!! Your having a nightmare!!!!! You have to wake up!!!!" yelled Mark