Dark did it(Darkiplier x Reader)

-Chap 15- Darkiplier

AN- Not even going to lie. That Drawing of Dark is hawt. ^^^^^^^^

"He is my altar, Dark looks like me but on the inside, we are two totally different people." He said, gently placing one of his hands on top of my own.

I looked down at his hand and felt something that I hadn't felt in a long time, temptation. Just by his simple touch, my insides go crazy, and I can barely think. Even though I really liked this feeling, I needed to focus. Sliding my hand out from under his, I began to rub my thighs as I talked. I needed to distract myself from that feeling. Mark seemed to not notice. "Why can't I just go home?" I silently gulped.

"This is why." He said, flipping my arm over.

The once cleared skin was absorbed by the mark as it shifted into the area, leaving its old resting place gray. Unlike last time, it didn't hurt me when it moved but instead, it thrilled me in some type of way. That can't possibly mean something good. Why do I feel this way?

I pulled my arm to my chest and kept it there. "So, you said "Alters" meaning more than one? How many are there?" I asked, quickly changing the subject.

"A lot." He said, standing up.

Quickly noticing that Mark stood up, I followed. I was not going to chance him abandoning me. That is the last thing I want to happen. I guess it didn't help that the mark on my arm stung as his presence left mine. "So you only have the one?" I asked, scratching the undesirable impression.

"No, I have A LOT! But there is only 3 that are really dangerous." He urged as he walked into the kitchen.

He pulled a dustpan out along with a broom and then began to clean the mess Dark made in the living room. Why is he cleaning up after him? He made the mess.

"What are their names...The dangerous ones?" I asked.

"Well Dark obviously, then Wilford, and well... Demoniplier." He mumbled, continuing to sweep.

I stared back in disbelief at the 28-year-old. It didn't even faze him when he started to clean, which only means that this isn't the first time that he's done this! Dark or whoever he is, has made other messes that Mark cleaned up! I don't know why this is making me so mad, but how dare he get someone else to clean up his mess! He is not some two-year-old that needs to be looked after!

"Wait--I'm sorry Mark, but are you cleaning up after him?" I pulled back in disgust.

This Dark guy has kidnapped me, marked me, and has locked me away in this hell house! He has even hurt Mark, who is, by the way, the sweetest guy I have ever met! And he can't just simply pick up after himself?

Looking up to me and then down to his cleaning tools, he said, "Well... If I don't, he won't. And plus, he doesn't really care about that kind of stuff since he's never really here."

"Does that mean he left me here to go insane while he's gone?" I thought.

As if someone had shot Mark, he fell down to the floor clutching his head, screaming. Dropping down to my knees to comfort him, he let out another agonizing scream that echoed in my ears. Marks face began to turn red, as his body formed different shapes and moved in nonhuman ways. "Mark? Mark!" I urged.

He let out another scream, but this time, it was different. It was deeper, much deeper. And as I watched, his eyes began to turn into a crimson red.

Dark was coming back.