Mark...Help! (A Markiplier Jacksepticeye Fanfic)

Old Friends

???? POV
3 years I've been trapped in here. I've been counting the days, hours, minutes, SECONDS! It's almost time for my long waited arrival. Jon has been counting the days too. I can sense his presence. Watching through these windows makes me sick. While they make fools of themselves, I've been plotting my return. I will take over this world IF ITS THE LAST THING I DO!!!!!

Mark's POV
As Bob and Wade left to go back to their rooms, Sean and I got ready for bed. (No they aren't gonna sleep together you pervs) Man my friends are idiots. I'm beat. "Imma head to bed Sean. You can watch TV if you want. It won't bother me." I said in an exhausted tone. "Ok thanks Mark. Good night." Sean said, still full of energy. "Good night." I mumbled closing my eyes.
It appeared as if I were in a cage, surrounded by the color of blood red. "Hello." A low voice, very similar to mine, muttered. " Who are you?" I questioned. "Let's just say that I'm your worst nightmare ." He laughed. The sound of his laughter echoed in my ear as I watched him put a lock on the cage I was in. "LET ME OUT!!!" I banged on the bars but no use, I was trapped.
???? POV
Finally I was out of that cage. Now all I have to do is wait for Jon to take over that Irish Imbecile (sorry to all my Irish readers ) Until then, I will pose as Mark. I got up out of bed and got ready for PAX. "Mornin' Sean." I said with my best Mark impression. "Morning! Get your game face on cause we got a huge panel." Sean chirped. "Yay!" I exclaimed.
After the convention
We got back to the hotel room and I sat down on the bed and sighed in exhaustion. "I had fun today Mark. What about you?" Sean asked right as I plopped on the bed. "I had a great time." I forced a smile on my face. Since I'm in a human vessel, I get tired. Tonight was not just tired, it was pass out for five days tired. "By the way Sean?" I questioned. "Yeah?" He replied, taking a sip of the water he poured. "Please, call me Dark." I grinned as I heard the noise I've been waiting to hear for 3 long years. "AGH!!!" My old friend was coming out to play.
Antiseptic's POV
Here I was again. There was Mark, just standing there, not wanting to defend himself or anything, weird. I ran at him and pinned him against the wall. No tears. What is his deal today? "Marky? Are you feeling alright?" My sly grin shrank, but quickly grew back when I saw those chocolate brown eyes of his turn blood red as he tipped his glasses. A grin grew on his face. "Glad you're back old friend." I said. "Glad to be back, Jon." He grinned.