Darkiplier X Reader X Markipler A Darkness In The Light

Regret

I covered my eyes as sunlight shone onto my face from the half open curtains. I sat up, my head pounding as the hangover from the night before started to settle in. My mind raced back to the three simple words said last night that had caused my breath catch in my chest. Those same words also causing pain as the look of regret flooded the man's face after he spoke. I pushed the thought to the back of my mind as I climbed out of bed, heading to the kitchen to brew a cup of coffee before starting to edit the video I had recorded with Mark last night. I edited in some cut scenes and edited in my outro at the end. I sighed and leaned back in my chair, finally finishing a couple hours later. I pulled up my channel and uploaded the video, glancing at my phone as the red light flashed indicating I had received a message. I unlocked it but as I suspected there was still no message from Mark, instead it was from Jackie. 'Hey I'm free today, wanna hang out?' I smiled and typed my reply, thinking this was the perfect thing to get my mind off of the events from last night. I walked to my closet, grabbing a fresh pair of clothes and changing out of my pajamas. I glanced at myself in the mirror, noting my messy (h/c) hair. Instead of trying to tame it I tied my hair up In a ponytail, walking to the kitchen and grabbing a couple pills of Advil before heading out.

. . . . .

"He what!?" She said, almost spitting out her soda. "He told me I was beautiful, but after he said it he looked like he regretted it.. I just don't know what to do.. should I just forget it?" The strawberry blonde paused to think for a second, grabbing a handful of fries and shoving them in her mouth before speaking. "I don't know honestly, I mean maybe he was just drunk. Then again he could have been serious and just didn't want his feelings to come out so soon." I contemplated her answer for a second, either one of them seemed like they could be the answer. I sighed and slumped down into the booth, not sure what to do next. "I'll just leave it alone for a while, If he was serious hell probably eventually tell me anyways." The girl across from me smiled and nodded giving me a cheeky grin which caused me to roll my eyes, I knew exactly what she was thinking. "He is hot though." I chuckled as I took a bite of my ice cream. "You ain't lying!"

Marks pov//

My head was splitting, partially from the hangover but I knew that wasn't the only reason. It had been months since I had an episode and the monster that resided inside of me was trying to claw his way out. I had first meet the bastard when I was a teenager, right after my father had passed away. When it happened the first time I was beyond scared, I was terrified. It was like being trapped inside my body. I could see everything, feel everything. But I couldn't control my speech or actions. This demonic being inside of me, he was pure evil. I remember having to watch as I- no he tortured my girlfriend at the time. After that I forced him back until he laid dormant again. But once I was relatively happy he would return, and always with a vengeance. After each episode I'd have to try to pick up the broken pieces and try to regain my sanity. I was determined not to let him out this time, I knew that (y/n) would be the first person he went after. He knew I cared for her, and he would use that as a way to hurt me. I stumbled out of bed, almost falling as the pain in my head grew. I could hear the voice inside my head, his voice. Taunting me, laughing as he told me there was no way I could stop him. But I wasn't letting him get out this time without a fight.

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I fell down to the floor in agony, trying to suppress my screams as the pressure in my head grew more intense. He was fighting his way out, and he was stronger than me. Sweat rolled down my fore head as I grunted, panting as I tried to hold him back, but it was no use. He was coming out, and at this point there was nothing more I could do.

Darks pov//

I chuckled as I stood, glancing at myself in the mirror changing my eyes black before returning them to the runts natural appearance. I was finally out of that prison, and I made it my goal to stay out as long as I could. I found it comical that the weakling actually thought he could suppress me, after all, I was stronger than he could even dream to be. My fingers ran through my dark hair as I grinned at the reflection in the mirror. I had plenty of time to plan for when I got out while he had me locked away. He had gained another weakness while I was gone, a pretty young girl who I wouldn't mind getting a piece of myself. I grabbed the phone out of my back pocket, pulling up the contacts and clicking on the one reading 'dollface'. I typed a message and sent it, walking out of the bathroom and into the living room as a game of waiting ensued.

(Y/n) pov//

My phone vibrated and I eagerly pulled it out of my pocket, noticing is was a message from Mark. My breathing stopped as I hesitated to open it, a little scared to see its contents. 'Hey.. I'm sorry about last night.. is there any way you could come to my apartment so we could talk about it? I have something to tell you.' I felt my heart skip as I started to blush, rushing to type my reply as I looked over to Jackie in the drivers seat. "Looks like we're going to find out the answer sooner than we thought." We arrived at the apartments night falling fast as the street lights started to flicker on. I rushed up the stairs to marks apartment, hesitating before knocking on the white door. I waited for a couple minutes but when there was no answer I decided to let myself in. The apartment was pitch black and It was difficult to see, I searched the walls for a light switch as my hands ran across the wall. "Mark?" I called out a little confused. I heard footsteps behind me and turned around, still not able to clearly see the figure in the dark. "Hey there doll." The familiar deep raspy voice called before I felt something smash against the side of my head, causing me to collapse on the floor before passing out. It was hours later when I finally came to. The smell of mildew and old wood filling my nose as an unbearable pain rose in my head, my eyes finally focused and I was able to see the room around me. From what I could tell I was in a run down cabin. My hands were tied behind my back, and I struggled with the rope for a second to see if I could manage to slip out of them. But they're too tight. I could see a figure in the corner, hidden by darkness that the only dim light in the room couldn't reach. I saw the flame of a lighter flicker as it lit a cigarette. The figure stepped out of the corner and I felt my heart stop. It looked like Mark, but it couldn't be. Mark didn't smoke, so either it wasn't him or something was really, really wrong. I saw a grin spread across his face as he stepped closer, kneeling down and roughly grabbing my chin. "You're thinking that I can't be Mark, aren't you? Well you're right about one thing.." the man paused and the whites of his eyes flickered to a black color. I let out a whimper and tried to jerk my face away from his grip, but he just chuckled holding it tighter. "I'm not. I'm your worst nightmare doll."