Jacksepticeye and Markiplier Fanfic: Our Worst Fears

Warning Shot

"Habooshkey," Mark said, popping a balloon in Resident Evil VII. A large bang came from downstairs.
"Chica!? Is that you stowmp stowmpin around?!" Mark shouted. Another bang came from downstairs. This time, it was louder. Mark stopped his recording and came out of his recording room.
"Chica?" He asked, a little more sincerely. He walked downstairs to see Chica sleeping happily on her oversized bed. He kneeled down to pet his "fwuffy fluffkins." A louder bang boomed through his house. Mark rushed to his phone. He didn't dial 911 in case something just fell. He grabbed a kitchen knife and walked closer to the constant banging sound.
"Is someone there?" He asked. He opened the door to the garage where the sound was coming from. A menacing chuckle echoed in the room.
"You're one lucky guy, Mark," A familiar voice said. His garage door, which he left open, slammed shut. Mark rushed to open the door, but it was locked from the other side. He pressed the keypad to open his garage door.
"Hah! You didn't think about that, did you?! You're just a looooooooooser!" Mark shouted, rushing out of his haunted house. He called Jack. No answer. He called Jack again. No answer. This cycle repeated for about 10 minutes. Mark ran to the hotel Jack was staying at. He had Jack's spare key so he didn't have to constantly knock on his door since they hung out a lot when he visited.
"Jack?!" Mark shouted as he walked into his friend's hotel room. There was nobody there. He called Jack again. A buzz echoed in the hotel room. It was Jack's phone. Mark picked it up. He wondered if something happened to him. Something fell on the floor in the room. As Mark bent down to pick it up, an arrow had shot right above his head, landing on the wall with a note attached to it.
"If you want to see your friend again, meet me near the dumpster five blocks from the hotel. I'll be waiting. -D"