Dark Side - A Markiplier Fanfic

Chapter Two

CHAPTER TWO

I suddenly wasn't afraid anymore. My heart was still racing, but for a different reason. I wasn't looking at Mark as some scary robber who had just broken into my house. I was looking at him with admiring eyes and I was even internally fangirling a little. I mean, my favorite Youtuber and my biggest inspiration was in my house, after all.

"Holy crap! You're Markiplier!" I blurted out.

"So you know who I am?" he asked in a hard tone.

"Yeah, I watch your videos everyday! I've been subscribed to your channel for over a year," I explained. I couldn't believe I was talking to THE Mark Fischbach.

"Well, you might be a little confused then, but you're going to have to come with me."

"Wait, what?" I asked. I was completely confused, so I hesitated. Normally I would be glad to be with Mark, but he seemed a little off. When he noticed that I wasn't getting up, he grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet. He wasn't gentle, though. He pushed me up against the wall and grabbed my wrists, putting my arms behind my back. I felt him tying my wrists together.

"What the hell are you doing?" I asked.

"Come on," was all he said. He took me by one of my arms and pulled me through my house. He did the honors of turning off the TV for me and cleaning up my popcorn. He grabbed my car keys off the kitchen counter and then he rudely snatched my phone out of my pocket before heading out the door with me.

"What are you doing with my phone?" I asked.

"Texting your parents and letting them know that you went to a friend's house," he answered, locking the door behind him. When we got outside, everything seemed peaceful. There was a light snowfall that made the cold air seem a little less harsh. It was a beautiful sight, but in reality, nothing was beautiful about my situation. I was being kidnapped.

"We'll have to hide your car first. Get in," Mark demanded. I did what I was told in fear that he'd hurt me if I didn't. I already knew he had a killer grip. He got in my car and started it. He drove down the road a bit before he started driving right into a cornfield.

"You're leaving my car in a cornfield?!"

"Well, if you're at a friend's house, your car won't be at home," he answered. He drove it to a spot where the woods surrounding my house hid it. My parents driving down the road wouldn't notice it, and they wouldn't go far enough into the woods to just come across it.

We took a shortcut through my property back to my driveway. It was silent the whole walk, not that it was a very long walk. We were going fast, and I was practically being dragged because I couldn't keep up with Mark's pace.

Once we were in the driveway again, Mark made me sit in the passenger seat of his car. He did my seatbelt since my hands were tied (literally). He then got into his seat and began driving. That was when the questions really began to pour out of me.

"Why are you doing this to me?" I wondered. "This isn't you at all! I know you would never do something like this!"

"It seems that you Markiplites, as you call yourselves, don't know me as well as you think you do," he said, his eyes fixed on the road in front of him.

"So who exactly are you, then?"

"Mark Fischbach, AKA Markiplier: Youtube Lets Player," he said plainly, sounding bored.

"I don't think that whatever this is," I would have made an exaggerated motion if my hands weren't tied, "counts as a lets play," I told him.

"You're right, it doesn't."