Inside // Septiplier

Chapter 2

"Guilty as charged." A smirk decorating his devious features. Intently, Mark glared at him, fixed eyes glued to his devilish looks. His hand rested against the dull, black wall, as he snickered to himself, he began to make his way closer to Mark's tensed figure. The shadow began to creep over Mark's frozen position. Aware of his hidden fear, Dark stretched before beginning to intimidate him.

Overshadowing him, Mark could clearly see his defined features. A copy of himself, the only noticeable difference being his ghost – like skin and fired eyes. Grinning in excitement, Mark could clearly see his bloody fangs. Dark leaned lazily against the wall, placing Mark directly in front of himself. Mark's shudder, his blinking eyes, subtle trembles, all of his small movements gave away everything to Dark.

"You know, I am you right? You can't hide anything from me." Pushing down on Mark's ruffled hair, he watched entertained as his victim attempted to break free of his menacing gaze. Stuck in place, Mark was helpless. This indeed was Dark's domain.

"Funny how you can't even control yourself, I mean I didn't even have to try to get here." His grip tightened, Mark wanted to cry out, and desperately call for help, all he could do was watch with terror.

"You do realize, all the pain you feel, I do too? I mean, we are in your body after all."

Mark just looked at Dark, an intense and hateful glare towards his own face. He was determined to win, overcome Dark and get back to Jack.

"Wow, Jack? Really?" His opposite slowly chuckled to himself. Before letting go of his harsh grip.

"Well then, maybe I'll pay him a nice visit."

Mark's eyes dilated, his fists clenched and his heart stopped.

"Did that hit the spot?" Turning towards him, his eyes now a dark, chocolate brown. His skin fading into a humane, skin – tone. As he brought his arm closer to his scanning eyes, his grin died into a faint, familiar smile.

"Well, do you think he'll notice?"

Mark angrily, forced himself forward, attempting to grab the figure standing before him. Latched around each of his ankles and wrists stopped him from his desire to break the man in front of him. Almost like invisible shackles, chains grinding against his skin as he began to heave forward.

"You don't seriously think I'd let you just roam freely, right?" As his double observed him and his attempts to break free of his pull, the struggling and determination captivated his attention. Bending down, moving closer towards his angered expression, he smiled perfecting his facial expression, almost tricking the person who lay in front of him.

"Hello everybody, my name is Markiplier." Dark eagerly whispered into his pale ears.

"Perfect, wouldn't you say?" Gagging at the noise filling his ringing ears, Dark regained his straight position, and whispering a sarcastic farewell.

Slowly the darkness began to eat away at Mark's limp body.

***

Picking himself off the ground, dusting his shoulders off, he placed himself comfortably in his desk chair and fixing his headset upon his head.

"Hello?"

The call was dead. Silence filled his awaiting ears. Chuckling slowly, he moved his cursor towards the conversation tab, before scrolling through the messages, clicking on the profile. A familiar eye popping out of his screen.

Mark: Jack?

Cracking his knuckles, he leaned in closely analysing his Irish profile. In a matter of seconds, his ears were filled with a sharp pop, the usual skype tone.