Dark Side - A Markiplier Fanfic

Chapter Ten

CHAPTER TEN

In the morning I felt much better. I had another dream that was random and didn’t involve Mark, so that was what I woke up from. Somehow I found it much more comforting than the other one.

I did my normal morning routine and this time I didn’t run into Mark in the bathroom. The whole morning was seemingly normal, and Mark acted as if nothing had happened the day before. I decided to go along with it. He wasn’t messing with me at all anymore, so why even mention it?

“Hey, there’s been a bit of a demand for me to make another video with you. I’m going to start recording for the day in a few minutes if you want to join me,” Mark announced.

“Okay, sure. I’ll be there in a sec,” I answered. I went into the bathroom and put on a little bit of makeup. I didn’t really feel the need to put on makeup for Mark since he had seen me without it, but for the Markiplites, I did. I knew that I would get hate either way, but I wanted to impress them for some reason. I was still one of them, and I wanted them to like me. It was just natural for humans to gravitate towards pretty people, so I figured I should at least try to look pretty, even if I failed.

When I got into Mark’s room, everything was ready to go. We decided to play another horror game, because apparently his viewers had enjoyed my fearful reactions. It wasn’t a very scary game, but it was still fun to play. The recording seemed to go pretty well. When we were done I took a seat on his bed to watch him edit. Editing could get boring, but I didn’t want to watch TV and he was acting a lot more normal than before, so I decided I could tolerate being around him.

Editing didn’t take him very long so we re-watched the video when he was done and when we both agreed that it was good enough, he began uploading it.

“Thanks for recording with me again,” he said, taking a seat next to me. He didn’t really leave much space between us when he did, so I waited for him to move over. He didn’t.

“Thanks for letting me record with you again,” I answered, breaking eye contact so I wouldn’t get so nervous, but it was too late. I felt butterflies in my stomach.

“Hey, it’s the least I can do since I’m sort of holding you hostage here,” Mark said. Suddenly, I thought that this whole kidnapping thing wasn’t all that bad after all. “And besides, it’s fun to make videos with you,” he added, placing a hand on my leg. That wasn’t really necessary, but maybe it was just a mistake or something. “You like making videos with me, right?” he asked, and his hand moved up towards the top of my thigh. I couldn’t take it anymore. He was messing with me again.

“Stop it!” I yelled.

“Stop what?”

“Oh, don’t even pretend that you don’t know what I’m talking about. You were completely messing with me yesterday. Purposefully being close to me, ‘accidentally’ touching me, wanting me to share my blanket even, and now this? What are you trying to do?” I didn’t even think before I spoke, I just let it all out.

“I’m not trying to do anything. I didn’t think it would be a big deal. Unless you like me or something so it’s getting to you…”

“That’s definitely not it,” I stammered, probably a little too quickly. It must have been obvious that I was trying to hide the truth from him.

“Oh, okay. So none of it has affected you at all? It doesn’t bother you or anything?”

“Nope.”

“So this is doing nothing for you?” he asked, his hand still on my leg.

“Nothing at all,” I lied, looking him straight in the eye. I wasn’t a great liar, but I knew that if a person didn’t give direct eye contact it would be obvious that they were lying, so I made sure to debunk that idea. I was still a little afraid that he detected the slight quiver in my voice as I spoke to him, though.

“I guess that means that if I kissed you right now you wouldn’t feel anything at all, then,” he decided. This time, I didn’t even answer. I just kept my eyes locked on his gaze. That was when I realized that he was getting even closer to me. He was actually leaning in. Was Mark about to kiss me?

The answer was yes. And it wasn’t just a quick little peck on the lips either. He made it last. I should have resisted. I should have pulled away. But I didn’t. As soon as his lips collided with mine, I forgot that I was supposed to be pretending that I didn’t like him. I gave in and my lips moved in sync with his until he pulled away.

“You’re a liar,” he stated, smiling at me mysteriously.

“I’m not a liar!” I corrected him.

“You kissed me back. I know you weren’t faking that. You’re a dirty little liar and you do like me,” Mark said.

“Can we please just not talk about this?” I asked. I knew my cheeks were red. I was embarrassed.

“Okay, fine, but I like you back,” he said.

“Wait, you do?” I wondered, suddenly interested in the conversation.

“You said you didn’t want to talk about this,” he reminded me. “So let’s not.” He leaned back in and kissed me again, and this time I threw my arms around his neck and I didn’t hesitate a bit when I kissed him back.

In Mark’s P.O.V.

I knew this was a bad idea. I mean, sure, Claire was my kidnapping victim. It was my job to mess with her. But I shouldn’t have gotten so into it. I knew as soon as I leaned in the first time that it would be a terrible idea for me to kiss her, and yet I did it anyways. Yes, I think I did have some sort of feelings for her. Great. That ruined this whole thing. She was supposed to be miserable. She was supposed to hate it here. Being kidnapped isn’t supposed to be a fun activity, and yet it was obvious that she was enjoying herself. But then again, maybe this wasn’t so bad. I hadn’t had a girlfriend in quite a while. I hadn’t had any action, not a kiss or anything, in forever. Sure, I had a lot of fan girls, but that didn’t change my personal life a bit. Now, it finally had made it a little better. A lot better, actually. I had done my terrible deed of kidnapping Claire Golding, why couldn’t I sit back and enjoy myself now? I had absolutely no good reason to let our mutual feelings for each other go to waste, especially since she had no choice but to live with me and see me every day now. And I mean, I could still torture her a little, just in different ways now. With that thought, I broke away and ended the kiss, satisfied both with it and myself.

In Claire’s P.O.V.

“Well, I better start working on the next video,” Mark decided after ending a second perfect liplock.

“The other video’s still uploading, though,” I told him.

“I can start on another one while it’s uploading. That’s what I usually do to get things done quicker. You’ll have to either move to that chair or hang out in another room, though, the fans don’t know you live here,” he said. I was a little shocked. How could he do what he just did and then act like nothing happened? I would never understand Mark Fischbach, apparently, no matter how much I wanted to.

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