~TRIGGER WARNING: self harm and mention of suicide~
Previously;
Yep. Have fun.
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You seemed to black out when Mark took you from Rylan. This didn't look like Marks place at all.
"Mark?" You look around for him and saw him sitting in a chair staring at while smiling creepily.
"The name isn't Mark, darling," His smile grew wider.
"Uh, yes you are?" You said in a questionable tone. You looked at his face more closely to see his eyes pitch black. His teeth in his smile were a little sharp.
It couldn't be. Could it?
Oh, yes. It is~
"Do you know who I am, now?" He grew closer towards you. He got up from the seat and sat on the bedside.
Dark.
The one and only, baby!
Shut up!
No.
"D-dark?" You asked. Half of you was hoping it was a dream and the other half was excited that the fans made a creation.
Maybe it was Mark playing a trick?
"Yes?" He smiled widely.
"Where's Mark?"
"Looking for you. But I can't let that happen. Don't you see?"
"Se-see what?"
"That I love you."
My life is hell. Why did I have to meet Mark on a chatting site?
Dark made it happen. He needed to see you. Talk to you.
I didn't even show my face.
So? He could see you through the screen. Not Mark though.
Sounds creepy.
Only for you babe.
Why do you call me that?
Call you what?
YOU ARE READING
Online Lover (Markiplier X Reader) (EDITING)
FanfictionCover : © harrystyaes One day, as you were sat in your room, you grew bored, going on a chat site. Immediately connecting with someone, you typed a message to greet them. You: Hey! Stranger is typing... Stranger: Hey, nice to meet you.