Results of A Rather Horrid Bet And Dispute [a Markiplier Fanfiction]

Scene 34 Were Warfstache

Ally's POV

Enis had helped me get Mark to the mansion. Mark hair was a bright color pink. I was wondering would he like it or not. Luckily in case he didn't Scott called over a hair stylist who could dye it blue. I stood at the foot of his bed looking for any signs that said he was stirring. It seemed like an hour before his eyes opened he looked worried. Then he looked over at me and let out a sigh of relief. I didn't say a word, I simply just bent over, took one strand of his longer hairs that was dyed pink and lay it over the left lens of his glasses. "What?" he said at first. Then he began to study it. His eyes widened in realization. He quickly jumped up out of bed and ran to a mirror. "Jack dyed his hair green if it makes you feel any better." I regretted the words as soon as they escaped my lips. "There is a hair stylist downstairs if you don't like it, she will dye it blue." Mark sighed and looked towards the door. "Are you alright?" he asked. "Yes" I answered. "Is Anthony alright?" he asked. "Yes I answered. "Shall we go down stairs?" I asked. opening the door. Mark stood for a moment with a rather sad expression on his face.Then quietly walked out the door. I walked behind him. Anthony, Jack, Toby, Captain Sparkles, AJ, Peter, the Medic, and the Joker all sat in the living room. Scott stood by the fireplace. When Mark reached the bottom of the stairs he looked around for a second. I noticed by a glance in his direction AJ suddenly seemed extremely nervous. I could only help but wonder what thought popped into his head. He quickly shook his head to try and hide the look of fear that was plastered on his face just a moment before. I realized Mark was extremely silent.

Markiplier's POV

I had felt some sort of strange twinge in me. I tried to stay as silent as possible because, I had gotten in enough pain. I have had my channel taken from me, I've been tricked into getting drunk, thrown by a horse, bitten by a were wolf, Stabbed in the stomach, and had taken a barrel to the head. I didn't want to worry anyone anymore. However the twinge became a sensation. Some thing was trying hard to get out of me, to break free. This was like the first werewolf change. It started getting excruciatingly painful fast. My upper lip felt really weird like a tingling sensation. That's when I realized oh crap he wants out, he may hurt some one. Ally looked up at me, our eyes locked on to each other for a moment. In that moment I couldn't hold it in anymore. I let out a horrible scream as I felt to the floor. I heard Ally screaming, "Mark! Mark!" was what I heard before I blacked out.

Wilford Warfstache's POV

I was sick of Markiplier holding me inside. He should have known I would eventually get out. I heard a young girl behind me yelling his name. I simply snickered and chuckled. "Mark isn't here." I said as I turned slowly to her.

Ally's POV

Wilford Warfstache stood at his full height. I backed up near the fire place until I hit the wall next to it. All the men got up to try and help me until Wilfred pulled a small revolver out of his pocket. "One move and I shoot!" he chuckled. I stared up at him, terrified. "Hello little girl." he said calmly yet slightly nastily, and topped it off with a creepy grin. "Wonderful he used my three of my least favorite words." I thought. "You love Markiplier don't you?" he said tauntingly. He held the gun up to my head. I closed my eyes praying everything was going to be alright. after a second I looked to see a bat fluttering around on Wilfords chest. Wilford went back to Mark in less than a second and the bat flew away before Mark could see it. Once Mark knew what position he was in he lowered the gun and nearly burst into tears. "Are you alright?" asked as he hugged me tightly. "Yes." I answered. Mark pulled back with realization. "I've got to get rid of this pink hair." he said.