Dementophobia ||Markiplier x JackSepticEye

The Labyrinth

"You could at least help and tell me the way out of here." I groan in annoyance, glaring at Dark as we turn yet another corner.

"Have games never taught you to explore?" He smirks deviously.

"This isn't a game, you dick." I snap. "This is real life."

"As real as the pain in your chest?" I stop, turning around to face him and the evil Tiny Box Tim.

"What is that supposed to mean, exactly?" I furrow my eyebrows together and try to work him out.

"There's a door over there, we should check it out, shouldn't we?" He simply avoids the original question.

"Don't change the subject, what did you mean by 'the pain in my chest'?" I glare once again. As if he is my alter ego... He is an asshole!

"Calling me an asshole isn't very nice, Mark." He glares, his eyes a pastel red.

"He- he read my mind?"

"I didn't call you an asshole?" I plainly lie, causing him to throw daggers from his piercing eyes. I push past him and walk toward the open door, it was the exact same door that I had in my 'room'. As I walk in, everything was exactly like mine, just doubled. And someone was here.. There was a glass jar which had been smashed. "Who else is here? First I heard the noises and now another room?"

"I cannot answer that question, for you need to find that out yourself." Dark simply shrugs.

"I take back what I said, you are an asshole." I groan, walking out of the room.

"And where do you think you're going?"

"To get out of here and go home!" I shout, turning around to face him.

"I may be an asshole, but I am YOUR alter ego, so technically the only asshole here is you." Dark speaks through gritted teeth.

"Do not compare us! I am nothing like you."

"Oh, but you are wrong. Dead wrong." He simply chuckles, mumbling something to his evil Tim. I look at mine who was asleep on my shoulder. I smile softly. How can something that I made up from a small box in a game, come to life?

"Please." I say softly. "Help me get out of here."

"Follow your instincts." He smirks, his hands pointing both left and right. "You decide where to go."

"Oh, now I'm allowed to decide things?" I snap, he chuckles as if my annoyance is amusing. "Fine, we'll go right. If whoever was in this room went left, we would have bumped into them, so they went right."

"Good thinking, Mark. Good thinking." Dark laughed. I glare him as I walk down the long corridor.
**
Mark forced himself to stop walking, slumping his tired body on the cold white tiles below him, he could not walk anymore. It felt like they were walking for hours and got nowhere. He placed Tiny Box Tim next to him while he rest. Dark simply stood, picking at his fingers that had black nail polish on them, Mark never really got to take a look at his so called 'other self'. Dark wore a black button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up and black skinny jeans, if mark was being honest, he looked more like a punk edit than an alter ego. Mark was simply wearing a plain white shirt with his favourite red and black flannelette, he wore dark blue jeans and his running sneakers. The exact outfit he wore before he woke up in this hell.

"I can't do this." Mark sighed. "I just want to go home." 

"Oh save me the pity." Dark simply groaned. It was now his turn to get annoyed. "I don't like being here as much as you do."

Mark's head snapped into Dark's direction. "So you didn't bring me here?"

"Technically speaking, no." Dark spoke bluntly. "But we can talk more when we find the exit."

"This is an endless maze! A labyrinth!" Mark's words fell heavily as he stood slowly, his legs feeling weak.

"Only if you let your mind think that." Dark chuckled, his eyes piercing Mark's, making Mark uncomfortable.

Mark picked up his Tiny Box Tim and started walking, he could hear the heavy footsteps of Dark behind him, creeping behind him.

"Do you have to be so close?" Mark whined as he moved over, letting Dark walk besides him.

"I can be closer if you please."

"No, I do not want you closer. You're too much of an asshole."

"So much hostility." Dark simply smirked. "I'm beginning to like your angry side." Mark simply sighed, ignoring Dark. There was no use in poking the bear anymore.
**
It felt like another few hours had past and Mark was ready to give up until he saw an unfamiliar door as he turned down a hallway. The door was huge. It was brown with a giant handle on it. Relieve flushed over Mark as he prayed it would be his way out. A way to go back home. But he was worried, the door looked untouched, was the other person still lost in the mindless hallways? Mark pushed and pulled the doors but nothing happened.

"Are you fucking serious?!" Mark shouted with anger as he kicked the heavy door.

"Oh, what a shame. We came all this way only to find the door is locked." Dark spoke ever so sarcastically.

"I have to look for the key?!" Mark groaned. "How the hell am I supposed to find a key in this place?"

"Well, if you had been more observant, you would have seen the key." Dark spoke, his voice seeming even darker than before.

"You knew?" Mark shouted. "You knew there was a fucking key and you didn't tell me?"

"Do not blame me for I am not the one to blame."

"FUCK!" Mark screamed, slumping down to the floor against the door.

Mark rested his head into his hands, Tiny Box Tim hugged him gently with his small arms and Mark felt somewhat better. As Mark was about to open his mouth, he heard footsteps approaching. He stood quickly to his feet, unsure on what to expect. This could be the person who is in here with him or it could be something else. Either one scared him just as bad....

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