Lost (Mark/Darkiplier X Reader)

Chapter 5

I woke up, still tired in what I thought was my bed. The day before, it was just a nightmare, right? But, no. I was laying in Mark's guest bed surrounded by many boxes. Did Mark bring me here? In the corner I saw my wheelchair. Well, if anything I'm stuck here until Mark wakes up.

"Rise and shine, sunshine." Mark ambushed into my room.

"You don't have to be so loud." I countered him. Mark shrugged his shoulder and came over to my bed. He lifted me up and into my wheelchair. I always like it when he lifts me up. My eyes were barely open. Once I was more awake I noticed that Mark wasn't wearing any pants. Shouldn't he be a little more formal? I mean we only met about five months ago.

"I just realized something." I said as my face went stone cold. Mark looked at me worried. "How do I get dressed?" I asked him. Obviously I couldn't do it myself.

Mark acted like he had to think for a moment or two. "Well, I could just help you." He offered me. Is it just me, or is that a little creepy? He saw my reaction so he decided to elaborate, "(Y/N) we are friends. It's not in a sexual way or anything if that is what your worried about. My friends have seen me naked before. And I have seen them naked. It's normal." My mind felt more dirty each second that he was talking.

I finally allowed myself to give in. I had really no option. Mark opened up the box with all of the clothes in them. "What do you want to wear?" He asked me.

"I don't know. Pick something out for me that you think would work best." Mark went back to searching through the boxes to find all of the clothes. He looked confused as he saw everything.

"I don't know clothes." He informed me. I gave him a little laugh as he continued. In the end he pulled out a small black dress that was tight with non matching heels.

"Don't you think that's a little too formal for a lazy day?" I asked motioning down to his underwear.

"Everyday is a chance to look your best." He said as he came over to me. After many minuets of awkward silence and me feeling ashamed of my body, the dress was on. It felt very uncomfortable, but I would deal with it for Mark.

"See? Now you look beautiful." He complimented me. I could feel myself lightly blushing after the awkward event. I wheeled myself over to the night stand and I grabbed my phone. I saw that I had a text. I-it was from a random number.

I opened up the text to see a startling message. You made a mistake, it read. "U-um Mark." I said with my voice quivering. I acted more worried than I should be. Mark came over to me, just as concerned. He peered over my shoulder and saw the text.

His face went pale, as if he knew something. "What is it Mark? Do you know who this is from?" I questioned him. Mark went back to the bed and sat on it. He put his hands of his face, stressed out.

"I should come clean, shouldn't I?" He said with a muffled voice through his hands. Without question, he knew my answer. "You said that you were a fan, so this won't be that confusing." He informed me. I had some ideas going though my mind, but they seemed unreasonable.

"T-that monster, Dark. You may know him. My fans created him and he has taken over. H-he is real. And now he haunts me and tortures me and everyone who enters my home. That text was sent from him." He gave me a moment to let it sink in. I was his next victim. I should know, I used to be apart of the Darkiplier fandom. "He's not going to let you go easily. I am so sorry that I brought you into this. This is all my fault."

I could feel a tear rising in my eye. Was he going to kill me? "Is there anything I can do?" I asked him, with my heart racing a million miles a hour. Mark shook his head, saddened. "Is he going to kill me? Is he going to kill you?"

Mark looked at me. As if he didn't want to see me go. "There is nothing you can do. I'm sorry. As for me, if Dark kills me, he will be killed also because we are kind of the same person. As for you, he can do whatever he wants. Do trust me, I will do whatever it takes for you to stay alive." I couldn't hold it back anymore and my tears came out. I felt embarrassed crying in front of Mark, but I couldn't hold it in.

Mark was so sympathetic towards me. "I'm sorry," he kept saying over and over again. I don't want him to apologize, I want him to help me get through this.

"Where is he?" I managed to say in-between my sobs and quieter cries for help. Right now I hope that he is far away.

"He could be anywhere." Mark informed me, "He could be right in the other room, or he could be in a alternate dimension. I honestly never know. Apparently you did something that he didn't like. So now he wants you. I don't know if that means he wants to kill you, or he wants you for other things." Mark stood up and wiped away my tears. I had no idea that he was suffering. I guess we don't see everything through the camera. "I'll be right back." Mark told me as he disappeared into a different room.

It took him about twenty minutes to come back. I was still crying in my chair. I noticed that Mark had put on some pants, but something else seemed different. His eyes were tinted a pink color. Was he crying? Mark can be very emotional sometimes.

"S-since I could die at any moment here, could I at least have some fun with you first?" I asked Mark, my tears coming to a halt. Mark nodded at me, his face becoming more bright.

One day can be like a year.