Tower - A Darkiplier x JackSepticEye FanFiction

The Horror Inside

All the colors faded into white. So many things being done at once, it felt like someone was playing a very long movie at 100x the speed. Only I could feel the emotions that took place in every scene. I knew how the main character was feeling and what he was thinking.

I woke up shaking and crying. Only it was uncontrollable, like I was having a panic attack. I could barely open my eyes. I tried to calm myself down and try to grasp all the information I was just given, but I was unsuccessful.

A good 10 minutes later, I had calmed down enough to realize that I was in the same dark room as before, and it hadn't just been a nightmare. I was still chained to the walls, and it was too dark to see.

After I stopped my sniffling, I heard a kind of scratching noise. I couldn't quite pinpoint exactly what it sounded like though. It was kind of sounded like when you take a rock and try to draw with it on cement.

I tried to focus my vision enough to see what was making that sound, when it suddenly stopped. There was a clink, some footsteps, and the lighting of a match. After lighting some candles, it looked a lot like Mark, only something was off.

Assuming he was Mark, he walked back over to the spot he was in previously, sat down with his legs crossed, and picked up a chisel.

That's when I realized what he was doing.

I looked at the stone walls that were illuminated by the candlelight. Each small stone had my name carved into it at least twice.

Sean, Sean, Sean. Each stone repeatedly had my name on it.

I whimpered at the psychotic gesture, which resulted in 'Mark' turning his head around to look at me. But what looked at me wasn't Mark. It couldn't have been.

His eyes were black. In the dark room, it seemed like he didn't have eyes in his head at all. It also looked like he hadn't eaten in days. His cheeks were starting to sink into his skull, and with him being shirtless, I could see his ribs. It was as if a real life creepy pasta character was staring back at me.

He smiled widely at me with his pointy, yellowed teeth. "What do you think? Like the redecorating I've done?" He twists his body over and starts crawling over to me. I'm honestly horrified.

He grabs both sides of my face, gently rubbing. "You've been asleep for so long, Sean, I was beginning to think you died." His thumb runs across my bottom lip, pushing it down. "We wouldn't want that..."

I yank my face away from his grip, sick to my stomach. But it was no use. He violently grabbed my hair and yanked my head back to look at his snarling face.

"Don't fucking do that," he yanks my hair again, making me whimper in pain. "You could've hit your head on the wall behind you. I don't want you to hurt yourself."

"W-why, Mark? What do y-you want with me?" I stuttered in fear. "If you're gunna kill me, do it already!" I yelled at him, crying.

He narrowed his eyes at me, looking at me. The he shoved me back against the wall that was behind me.

He came in closer to me, his mouth close to my neck. "I don't want to kill you." His breath against my neck made me shudder. He pulled away and looked at me.

"I love you, Sean," I shuddered again, only at the drastic change of his features. He looked the same way he did the day I first saw him.

A memory I had regained. Him, in an alley. He had tears on his cheeks, just like at this moment. Same Mark.

I began to freak out on the inside. I had no idea what was happening. He had leaned back in, and he softly bit my neck. I moaned at the intimate contact.

My head was a mess, as he continued to kiss, bite, and suck on my neck. Just 2 minutes ago it was a total horror show, now I'm almost enjoying the monsters touch.

That is until he bit down hard, making me cry out in pain, his one hand finding its way around my neck. His other hand traveled under my shirt scratching my back and side, surely leaving a trail of bloody scratch marks.

My chained arms shot up to grab his arms. Luckily there was enough slack for me to do so. I shoved and kicked him away, hoping there wouldn't be any backlash.

"...Did it...?" He questioned himself.

"Can you just leave me alone!" I screamed at him. His eyes widened at my sudden outburst. "I don't want to be hurt anymore..." I quietly sobbed.

Mark slammed his fist into the wall, making me jump. "Stop being so fucking innocent." He hissed at me. "Come on!" He yelled. "You're not really like that. You can't be. You're spineless. Weak. If anything, I need to hurt you more," he spat. "And you need to let it out."

He growled as he left, leaving me alone again. Only this time, I have so many things to think about, so many memories to sort through.

I need to remember more about why this is happening, and who Mark really is.

~authors note~ This was an unplanned update. It's midnight, and I had a sudden burst of inspiration for this story. Rereading it, I don't actually like it all that much. Oh well, it's okay I guess. Nikki out homie slices ✌🏻️

Btw thanks for 500 views, that's pretty dope