Dark Side - A Markiplier Fanfic

Chapter Three

CHAPTER THREE

When I woke up, I had a headache, unsurprisingly. I assumed that it was from having such a long, stressful night. I rolled over in bed and looked at the clock that was mounted on the wall. It told me that it was 10:30 AM. Even though I knew I should probably get up, I didn’t want to. I wasn’t sure that I was ready to face my current situation again. I wanted to avoid it.

I laid in bed for a few minutes, just thinking and trying to enjoy the comfort of the warm blankets. I couldn’t take it for that long, though. I cracked and forced myself to get out of bed. I looked at myself in the mirror before leaving the room. Considering how much I tossed and turned while I was still awake and how strange my already forgotten dreams had been, I actually didn’t look too horrible.

“Good morning,” Mark said as I entered the kitchen. He said it normally, as if he hadn’t just kidnapped me the night before.

“How is it a good morning, exactly?” I asked, annoyed.

“Because…there are cinnamon rolls?” he answered, motioning towards the delicious looking Cinnabons on the kitchen counter.

“Do I actually get to have any, or…?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t you? I’m not going to starve you.” I was hesitant, but I made my way to the counter and grabbed a plate. I picked out a cinnamon roll and poured myself a glass of milk, since there was some next to the mouth-watering, sweet rolls. I turned and saw Mark sitting at his kitchen tale. I settled for the bar and took a seat. We ate our food in silence until I had finished mine. I wasn’t patient enough to sit in an awkward state of quiet for much longer.

“Why’d you do this?” I asked. I sounded so weak, and I wished I could have a redo.

“Can’t a guy just enjoy his breakfast?” Mark sneered.

“No. You can enjoy your breakfast any other time, but right now, you can’t. You told me you would give me answers. I want them now.” This time, I said I with a strong tone. I spoke these words with force, and it made up for my previous timid question. I think Mark was taken aback by me, because he gave in easily.

“Okay, fine. I’ll give you your answers. You want to know why I kidnapped you?” I nodded. “Well, to be honest, I was bored.” Wait, what? Bored?

“You were bored? Really? Okay, when normal people are bored, they get a hobby. They take up playing an instrument or a sport or they find some craft to do on Pinterest. Being bored is NOT a valid excuse for committing a crime!” I honestly couldn’t even take him seriously. I actually laughed.

“Well, not all normal people are surrounded by the same things I am. I mean, making comedy sketch videos and playing games all the time can get boring sometimes. There’s not a single game that’s completely original anymore. Sure, there are good ones, but I’d rather try something new. When I’m constantly around horror games like Slender and when I’m playing dark characters in Cyndago collabs or even in twisted ends for my own videos, I tend to get inspired. Have you ever thought how terribly amazing those dark things are? I have the most fun when I’m playing those dark characters. I thrive on Halloween, when I can be any disturbing character of horror I want. But you see, playing a character has limitations. I imagine that it’s much better when it’s all real.” I couldn’t even believe the speech that had just fallen out of Mark’s mouth. He had said it so naturally, and he had a kind of passion in his voice. I knew that he wasn’t joking, not at all. I had definitely been right when I had felt like something was off from the beginning. He was not the person his fans thought he was. He was twisted. He was insane.

“That is…that is messed up,” was all I could say.

“Is it, though? Everyone wants to be a hero, the good guy. That can’t be denied. But in all of your life playing good cop bad cop, sharks and minnows, whatever it may be, didn’t you want to be the bad guy at least once? Haven’t you ever read a book and thought it would be cool to read the same thing in the villain’s perspective? Or how about your favorite movie? Would it not be extremely fun to star in it as the villain, rather than the cliché hero?”

“Well, yes, but not in real life. All of those examples are games, books, movies…fantasy. In case you haven’t noticed, this is reality. This is not normal.”

“I’m not normal. I’m an average guy that’s been made famous by playing games on Youtube. That doesn’t happen to just anyone,“ Mark retorted. I knew that there was no convincing him to change. He was crazy-psycho-bonkers, to put it in his terms. So instead of arguing with him more, I opted to ask another question.

“Okay, fine. Why did you choose to kidnap, out of all the villainous things you could do?”

“Obviously, this lifestyle that I’m living has to be kept a secret. Everything has to appear normal. My fans need to be distracted so they have no suspicions about me. What better way to do that than to bring more people into my social circle? You can star in videos, I can talk about you on social networking…it’s another distraction. Two heads are better than one, so while I have you here, you can help me with my channel too. You probably think I don’t care about my channel or my fans, but it has taken over my life, after all. I want it to be good and I want to keep everyone happy.” Great, he was using me. I had finally met my favorite person and he didn’t care about me. He only wanted to use me to hide his maniacal alter ego.

“Oh, great. That‘s promising. Well, I asked you this yesterday, but I know you have a better answer. Why me?” I wondered.

“I really don’t have a better answer. I literally just stumbled upon you. I had to travel a little bit. Not too much, but just enough to the point that when my victim’s missing case came up, nobody would expect a guy in Cincinnati to be the culprit. I also tried to stay out of busy neighborhoods, where I could risk being seen easily. When I found your street, it was perfect. I got to your house and saw the lights on. It seemed like you were the only one home, so I pursued you. It’s easy to find hiding places for keys, so I found your hiding spot and got into your house easily,” Mark answered. He was too good at this. It was like he had practice…except that there was nobody else in his apartment by the looks of it, and there was no way that he had already gotten away with one kidnapping. Unless…no, it couldn’t be. I could ask him, but I wasn’t sure it I even wanted to know the truth. I had gotten enough information already.

“Well, I have to record some videos. You might as well come with so I can keep an eye on you,” he said as he picked up his plate and put it in the sink. I did the same, except I rinsed mine. It was habit.

“Are you ever going to trust me enough to not have to keep an eye on me?” I wondered as I followed him to his room, where his computer set up was.

“Well, I doubt that you’d get very far even if you did try to escape, but for now I’m not taking that chance. Why? Do you really hate me that much?” I made the mistake of looking into his eyes, and I realized that I didn’t. I should hate him. He kidnapped me. He was completely evil. Or that was at least how he should be, but I knew that couldn’t be true. He did care about his Youtube career, so his love for his fans and his channel that he expressed in his videos was real. He wasn’t all bad, and the kindness wasn’t all just an act. He had good in him, and even in the short amount of time that I had spent with him, I could see it a little bit. I saw it in his chocolate brown eyes that made me melt. Yes, I still had some sort of feelings for him, and now I was ashamed to admit it.

“Yes,” I answered. I definitely wouldn’t admit any of that to him.

Sorry about the shortness of this chapter! The next one is longer already, and I'm not even done writing it yet! Let me know what you think :)