Dark Side - A Markiplier Fanfic

Chapter Eighteen

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Our new tattoos were sore for a few more days, so we made sure to be extra careful with them. Mark was overjoyed when his stopped hurting, but I just shook my head. It wasn’t over yet. It still needed time to heal in other ways…

“Um…Claire?” he asked about a week after we had gotten the tattoos.

“What?”

“I’m pretty sure my M is peeling…is that normal?” he wondered.

“No…that’s not normal at all…” I told him.

“Seriously?”

“You should probably call the tattoo place and tell them. There might be something wrong with it!” I said.

“Great.”

“Mark?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m just kidding. It’s part of the healing process. It’ll probably start to itch too. Don’t scratch it and don’t pick at it. Just let it peel on its own,” I said.

“You’re a jerk,” he retorted.

“Whatever,” I answered, satisfied with the fact that he had fallen for my trick.

It was supposed to be a normal day of doing nothing but making videos after that. I got dressed and put on a little makeup before I headed into his room. We were going to record a video together that day. However, I was a little surprised when I walked in to see Mark dressed in jeans, his new gray v-neck, leather jacket, and Vans. It was my favorite outfit that I had convinced him to buy when we went shopping before getting our tattoos a week previously. He hadn’t worn it yet, mainly because we hadn’t really gone anywhere. I didn’t recall him saying we were going out, so I was a little confused to see him dressed so nice.

“Should I introduce Bad Boyiplier to the fans?” he laughed.

“How do you plan to do that?” I asked.

“Take a picture and I’ll post it to Instagram. It’s always fun to tease them,” he said. “Remember how crazy they went over Blondiplier?”

“Yes, I remember,” I recalled. I took the picture for him and he posted it. There were comments and likes immediately. I didn’t blame any of the fan girls. Now that they knew he had a tattoo as well (he posted a picture a few days before), they were going crazy. I couldn’t imagine how much Tumblr had blown up.

Mark changed out of his new clothes (to my dismay) and back into a t shirt and sweatpants. Once he had done that, we did a video together. He edited it and began to upload it before recording another video by himself this time. Once that one was uploading, he joined me in the living room. I was snacking on some Cheez Its, and I was surprised when he took the box from me to grab a handful.

“I thought you were tired of those,” I said.

“I thought so too, but they’re still hard to resist sometimes,” he explained. I just shook my head as he kept the box to himself to eat more. There weren’t very many left when he joined me, so we easily finished the box together. After we were done eating, there was a knock on the door.

“Did you forget to tell me someone was coming over again?” I wondered. I wouldn’t have been surprised if that had been the case.

“No. I didn’t invite anybody over. I have no plans,” he said. I could tell he was just as confused by the knock on the door as I was. Whoever was on the other side knocked again, so Mark got up and went to the door to find out who was there. When he opened the door, he found himself looking straight into the eyes of a police officer. He didn’t even get a chance to say anything before the officer began to speak.