Dark Side - A Markiplier Fanfic

Chapter Fifteen

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Buzzzzzz. A familiar sound filled my ears. It was quiet at first, but it gradually got louder, until it was almost alarming. I looked around me. Oh, yes. No wonder the sound was familiar. I was in a tattoo shop. When the needles touched the skin, it made a certain buzzing noise. But wait, why was I there? I didn’t feel the bee-sting sensation that I remembered experiencing when I got my first and only tattoo. No, I wasn’t getting one, Mark was. He sat in a chair calmly as the artist worked on his arm. After about a minute, the artist said he was done. Mark walked over to the mirror to check it out.

“It’s perfect,” he decided. He saw me in the mirror behind him and he spoke to my reflection. “Do you like it, babe?” he wondered. Babe? That was a new one. I looked at his reflection. He had already been to this shop before, it seemed. For some odd reason his shirt was off, so I saw that he had a tattoo on his chest, multiple tattoos on his back, and now he had one on his arm. His new tattoo was a skull.

“Yeah, it’s awesome,” I said. I wasn’t sure that it was exactly his style, but apparently it was. It was beautifully done, so I guessed that I couldn’t complain.

“I’m glad you think so,” he answered, his gaze paralyzing me. He walked up to me as he continued to look into my eyes. I was melting again. Those damn eyes had the tendency to do that to me. Luckily the tattoo artist handed Mark his shirt, so he had to stop giving me the look to put it back on. He got his new tattoo bandaged, paid for it, and we left. I swear he was trying to seduce me the whole time we were in the shop. But as we drove away, my vision started fading until it had gone black.

I opened my eyes. It was only just a dream. A stupid dream about a tatted up Mark. Was it possible that it had been influenced by his comment the night before about how he wanted a tattoo? I didn’t know what other solution there was. I never dreamt of Mark, at least not really since I had been kidnapped by him. Kidnapped. That sounded so strange in my mind, now. I definitely didn’t feel like a kidnap victim anymore, not now that we were in a relationship of sorts.

I looked at the clock and realized that I had woken up pretty late. It was noon already. I came out of my room and heard Mark already recording videos. He probably got up at a normal time so they wouldn’t be uploaded any later than usual.

Once I was done with my typical morning (or in this case, afternoon) shower, I located Mark, still in his room. It looked like he was about to record another video. He was Skyping with Wade, who I said hi to before I left the room. I didn’t always like to watch Mark record, just because I felt like I was annoying him by being there. I resorted to playing video games in the living room instead. I didn’t normally play video games, simply because I was bad at them. It was a change of pace, though, so decided to try.

In Mark’s P.O.V.

Claire was finally up and ready for the day. I wished I could spend some time with her, but Wade had already contacted me about doing a 7 Days to Die video before she could get out of the shower. I had gotten up relatively early, even though I had gone to bed so late. I was tired, but I knew I needed to get some videos done. Because of that, I talked to Wade for only another minute or two before we began to record and play. We had survived for quite a long time by now, so I was hopeful that we could continue to do a decent job of that.

Unfortunately, the video didn’t go so well. It wasn’t because we weren’t doing well in the game, though. It was because I wasn’t in the best mood. I guess I was a bit cranky from the lack of sleep and I did my best to not let it show in the video. I was sure that people would be able to tell that I was a little off, though.

It wasn’t a big deal until Wade set me off. Little things he said had annoyed me, and finally I couldn’t take it anymore. I was lucky that I had to end the video anyways. We stopped recording and I told him I had to go. I felt anger welling up inside me as I did so. Sure, I called Wade a dick and an asshole all the time during videos, but it was all in good fun. Now, I was legitimately mad. I tried taking deep breaths, but it wasn’t helping. I wanted to hurt someone.

“Hey, it sounded like you were done recording so I was wondering if you wanted to play something with me,” Claire said as she made her way into my room.

“I don’t want to play anything right now,” I told her sternly.

“Okay. Well, what do you want to do?” she wondered.

“Nothing, Claire.”

“Are you okay, Mark?” she asked. She wasn’t helping. She was just making things worse for herself. I had no control. I could hurt her and think nothing of it. Just as she put her hand on my shoulder as if to comfort me, I almost did.

“Does it seem like there’s something wrong with me?” I questioned her as I pushed her away.

“I-I don’t know. It kind of seems like you’re losing yourself again…”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?!” I was forcing her to back up into a wall, like I had in the past. I was good at that, apparently.

“It means you’re not normally an angry, mean person. But sometimes you get triggered and you act unlike yourself. This isn’t you at all right now. Darkiplier indeed is real,” Claire continued.

“You think you’re cute, giving me ridiculous nicknames? If you’re not careful, Darkiplier just might come to life again. I’m not afraid to hurt you,” I warned her now that I had pinned her shoulders against the wall.

“I don’t think any of your fans would approve of that, Mark. They like Darkiplier as a character. If they knew you were ever really like this, a lot of them would probably reconsider their subscriptions to your channel. They pick up a lot from you, and their expectations are high. I just hope that you kept your cool during the videos you recorded,” she told me. My fans. My videos. I had just recorded angry. I tried to control myself, but what if it didn’t work well enough? My Youtube channel was my whole life. My fans meant the world to me. My Youtube career was the one thing that distracted me from my problem and that kept me normal. Claire was right. This wasn’t me. I would never hurt her or disappoint my fans.

“I’ll rewatch the video. I…I can edit it if it’s not good enough. I’m sorry, Claire. I didn’t really want to hurt you,” I explained.

“I know,” she answered. “I’m just glad you’re coming back, Markiplier.”

In Claire’s P.O.V.

I knew what Mark’s trigger was. It was anger. It wasn’t just with me trying to escape. When he got mad enough, it made him go crazy wanting to hurt someone or something just to let it all out, and maybe even to get revenge. I also knew that it was his channel that brought him back to normalcy. He really, truly cared about it. It was the one real thing he had that meant something to him. If he ever got triggered in the future, I felt confident that I could handle him, just like I did this time. Things were looking up, with him.

Hey guys, sorry that it took me a while to update. I was focusing on my hockey fanfic for a while, but I'm back to working on this one. I'll try to update this one again within the next couple days since this update was pretty short. Anyways, I hope you guys liked the chapter! Let me know what you thought of it, as usual.