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

Scene 35Blue Hair and How To Save A Vampire

Ally's POV

After an hour of waiting the hair stylist finally came out and said, "He is all done. Would you like to see him?" I hopped up from the couch ready to see Mark. When he came out I was completely memorized. His hair was a bright blue. Mark looked ho-uh good. I could feel myself blushing. He smiled at me and gave a gentle chuckle. I smiled back. I wanted to be locked in that moment forever. I knew what was coming tomorrow, and I didn't want to face it. I guess Mark could see the expressions that my thoughts were causing. "You okay?" He asked. "Yeah," I said. "Just worried about tomorrow." I sat on the couch Mark sat beside me. "Hey," he said "Don't worry about tomorrow. Don't "what if" anything either. I promise everything will be alright. Everyone will live." "Oh Mark" I said. "Making promises you can't keep is no good." He looked at me. I knew he wanted to respond but couldn't.

Markiplier's POV

Almost every one was in bed. The only ones awake were me and Enis. Enis had asked me to grab him some kind of cook book. It was in some part of the mansion I'd never seen before. There were several rooms back in there. One of these rooms just had a big casket in the middle of it. "Obviously where Enis sleeps" I thought. The next room was an old torture chamber that Enis said he hadn't used in 400years. Still the fact that he had one made me distrust him a little more. The room didn't look like it had been used in a long time though, but you never know with a vampire. The last room was full of book shelves that went up to the ceiling on each wall with one spot open for a table in the middle of the left wall. Enis said that the cook book was on the left bookcase on the left wall. The book closest to the table. I found it pretty easily. Enis might have sucked at being a vampire, he was pretty good at giving directions. I noticed another book sat open on the table. I looked down at it and from a glimpse it looked like some kind of journal or diary. "Great," I thought. "I just found Enis' diary." I was curious though. I knew I shouldn't, but the urge was to strong. Just a small peek couldn't hurt. No one would ever have to know. I set the cook book down, read the latest entry.
"So many, I thought they'd never come back. The smells of their blood getting more and more familiar. Why didn't Mark mention them. Does he need help getting rid of them? I wonder." I pulled back from reading. "What is he talking about?" I thought. "Get rid of who?" I all of a sudden had this flashback. "I ran up to Enis to kill him. "Oh you smell...good." I remember Enis saying." Oh my-" I felt a little sick. I walked into the torture room. I looked around until I saw a wooden steak. "What kind of idiot vampire keeps a wooden steak in his house?" I held on to it. "Mark." I heard Enis say behind me. "You've been down here a while, is everything okay?" I quickly acted before thinking. I slammed Enis into the torture table, and strapped him down. I held the steak over his chest. His eyes widened. "Mark what are you doing?" He said panicking. I quickly brought my arm forward. Tears ran from Enis' eyes. I felt a hand on my wrist realizing the steak was barely touching Enis' chest. I looked at the hand. It was covered in white fur I followed it to a face that was all to familiar. Toriel looked at me with sad. eyes. "Oh goodness my dear, genocide is never the answer." Toriel's face disappeared. Ally and AJ were standing in her place. I dropped the steak. AJ began unstrapping Enis, who immediately clung to him. I was confused. "But the diary-" "You read the diary!?" Enis said looking hurt. I felt bad. "I'm sorry but I just got curious." I said. Curiosity killed the cat."Ally said. "Cat...wait Enis in that diary were you talking about werecats?" I asked. "Yes." He answered, his voice quivering. "Then maybe you can help us." I said.