Lost (Mark/Darkiplier X Reader)

Chapter 12

Mark came back into the room, holding my chair in his hands. "(Y/N), you look scared. What's wrong?" He asked as he sat on the opposite side of the bed. Slowly, he began to take off his pants, leaving his underwear. Then afterwards, he took off his shirt. His muscles were just as strong as they were portrayed on camera.

"I-i heard Dark's voice. He said that he isn't done with me. Also that he wants me to kill you. What do I do?" I said staring at him. I knew what kind of pain sex can create, but damn Mark's body looked sexy. Something in me said 'just go and ravage him'

"Well, first of all, please don't murder me." Mark joked. He always tried to make a bad situation better. It always worked out too. I gave him a faint smile to show that I understood his joke.

"No, seriously." I countered him. I liked to make jokes and have fun, but certain moments I was very serious. Dark was not something to joke about. Murdering my best friend is not something to joke about, either.

Mark looked defeated, "Well, this is where you have to make a choice. You can chose to not murder me. Which is pretty easy to do because Dark can't force you since he has to be in a different dimension. Then you can chose to murder me. I know that seems a little harsh on my part. My fans would be really upset. It wouldn't surprise me if some fans killed themselves if I died. So, your choice." Mark couldn't have made this any more difficult.

I sat there for a long period of time not saying a word. Kill Mark? Could I live with that guilt? The fans would be so mad at me. Would they even know that it is me? The thoughts in my brain became more crowded. Every thought was crowding me. I started to breath harder with all of the stress that was in my system.

Mark noticed what was happening to me, "Woah, be careful. We can work through this." He looked shocked that I was over whelmed with all of these thoughts and emotions.

"I don't know what to do anymore. It's either you die, or I die." I tear came to my eye. Mark's hand came close to my face and wiped it away.

"Do you watch my videos?" Mark randomly asked me. Why such an odd question? I nodded giving him the answer that he wanted. "I posted a would you rather video a little while ago. One of the things was 'would you rather get hit by a bus, or watch someone you love get hit by a bus.' I picked that I would rather get hit by that bus. That is what I am willing to do."

His motivational speech made me feel a little more confident in myself. Why does Mark have to be so kind and generous all of the time? I sat there and cried in his arms for a while longer. After about five minuets of silence and tears, I came up with a brilliant idea.

"What if we kill Dark?" I blurted out, exited about my plan that might actually work. Mark's eyes widened as he started to think of many possibilities. He looked as if he scanned his creative mind, thinking of the things he could do. The joy, the happiness, the sadness, the pain. It was all built in him.

"I don't even know if he can be killed." Mark crushed my idea into a million pieces putting me back into square one. "I mean, don't get me wrong, we can certainly try, but success rate isn't high." He tried to raise my hopes. Mark always knows what to day to me to make me feel better. That's why I watched his videos in the first place. He made me happy.

A confused look took over Mark's face. "I thought you said that you want to make Dark good. You liked him."

"I don't like him anymore." I said back to him quietly. I can't believe that I thought he could be good. Yet, part of it isn't his fault. It's that fans, and they don't even know that they are doing it.

I put myself under the sheets of the bed. I was tired, and I just wanted to sleep and forget about everything. Should I regret staying at Mark's place? I don't want to.

Suddenly I saw something almost like a shadow appear in Mark's dark room. I pulled up Mark's sheets and covered my face. "Mark, is he here?" I asked scared. I don't want a recreation of what had already happened.

"Don't be afraid, baby." I heard Dark's voice come from the shadows. He body fully formed and I saw him with a grin on his face.

"What do you want?" I asked him. Mark didn't know what he should do either. He stayed close by me for my protection.

"I just want to talk. Not to sound creepy, but I have been eavesdropping on you this whole time. Just as a reminder, you can't kill me. No matter how hard you try, I will be alive. Here to haunt you and be in your nightmares. To recreate the night. Or, you can willingly accept my love, which I might add is the better option." He stared at me ignoring Mark. His mind probably thought that he has everything figured out. His dreams were not going to be dreams for much longer. No matter what, he would make them reality.

"Never." I responded quietly. I propped myself up so I could hold onto Mark.

"You know (Y/N), I really don't want you to become the next Stella." Dark said with a big smile, "I like you a lot more than her."

"Shut the fuck up!" Mark yelled loudly mad at Dark, "How dare you ever bring up that name in my house!"

"Uh, you mean our house." Dark said still pleased with himself. "Listen, I am tired myself, so I will let you guys sleep soundly tonight, but wait for the morning (Y/N). Then we will have a lot of fun together." Without another word, Dark was gone. I still have no idea where he goes when he does that.

"I just want to go to bed. Please, for our sake calm down Mark, you have had a long day. I'm afraid that we are going to have a long week, or however long this is going to last." I told Mark, rubbing my hand against his muscles that slowly relaxed. He nodded and went to the other side of the bed.

He came into the sheets next to me. "I hate him," he whispered under his breath. I agree with Mark one hundred percent. I put my head on the pillow relaxing. I turned to my side facing away from Mark. Unexpectedly, I felt Mark arm come across my body. It felt wrong, but so right at the same time. I let him hold me as I drifted off.

A person can bring comfort, joy, sadness, and anger.