Online Lover (Markiplier X Reader) (EDITING)

#26

~Trigger Warning: Talking of dying~

Previously;

Could it be Mark? Oh, please come save me.

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You sat on your bed waiting for Rylan to come back from where ever. She seemed excited and I'm stuck here. Just from hanging out with Mark! This is utter shit. Maybe I shouldn't hang out with Mark anymore if he's gonna cause this big impact on my life. But he is the best thing that has ever happened to me.

You looked around the room, again. Trying to at least find something useful. Mark or at least someone was bound to find you soon.

There's a lamp, bed and a notebook? Wait. Notebook? When the fuck did that get there?

You jumped off the bed to the notebook. To your surprise, it was near a dark corner of your room. The lamp's dim light shining on the spiral of the notebook. That's how you found it.

There was a black ink pen in the spiral also. Maybe for the fun, you could write down like a diary or draw. Or, both. You flipped it open to the first page and walked back over to your bed.

You were gonna write a small diary entry and draw a side sketch. That should keep you occupied.

1st Day;

Today is my first day in this hellhole. I miss Mark, but I'll stay strong. If I don't die first. I never knew that Amy was this crazy. But this Rylan girl, jeez. I might die but at least I'll be happy. In my mind, I'm constantly begging them to please kill me but, I gotta stay strong. All for Mark. Because I love him.

That was your first diary entry. It felt good to let that all out. But what if Rylan got ahold of it? You skimmed through your writing. Wait, you didn't want to die. Why did you write that?

You couldn't erase it, only cross it off. But you didn't want to ruin your book by bleeding the pen into the next page so, you kept it.

Your small side sketch was a person.... Dying? What the fuck.

(A/n: Or, if your bad at drawing, like me, a messed up, deranged stick person on drugs.)

Something's going on with you or something. You didn't want to die. You wanted to live. Not for your family but, everyone of your friends. (A/N: Pfht. What friends?)

Like Mark, if he even was your friend. He probably kissed you all those times to shut you up. Or make you love him more....

Mark doesn't love you, sweets. Dark does though.

The voice in your head was kinda freaking you out. They kept saying crap like that. Isn't Dark Mark's dark personality? How could they be separate people? Or one, at least? The fans made him up so there was no way he was real.

Oh, he's real alright. And he's looking for you. Coming to save you.

Shut up with your fake comments.

But their not fake, Darling.~

You could go all crazy and talk to your conscience like a fucking crazy person. Your talking to yourself. As much as how weird it sounds, you wanted to talk to someone even if it was you.

Prove it.

Just you wait.

Till when?

Now.

Just then, something or someone burst through the door.

You looked up from notebook to reveal Mark. His hair all riled up and his veins were popping out like he were to flex. He looked really mad. And.... Evil?

"M-Mark?" You stayed up on the bed, scooching away from him.

"Oh, darling," He asked, smiling and getting closer to you.

Close your eyes

The voice in your head said so you did so. You heard Mark get closer to you and whisper in your ear.

"Let's get outta here."

With him saying that, he picked you even though your eyes were still closed.

"Wher- Where are we g-going?" You asked, you felt like you needed to stay here and not leave with Mark.

"Leaving, sweetie."

He sure does like calling me a lot of nicknames.

Yep. Have fun.