The Dark Mark

Meeting him

Jack -

I took the short walk to the asylum next door, wondering about what my new job had in store. What would the patient be like? How mentally unstable are they? These questions bounced around in my mind until I realised that I was stood right by the asylum's entrance. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door and walked inside.

My mouth dropped as I saw what was inside. Everything was white. From the floors, to the padded walls, to even the clothes! Moving a strand of vibrant green hair out of my eyes, I walked gingerly over to the front desk. a nurse was sat at a computer, clearly not paying attention to my presence.

"Uh...Hi. I'm Sean McLoughlin. The new guard." I stumbled over my words slightly, not sure whether or not she would pay attention to me. 

She looked up at me so quickly that it looked like she hadn't looked up at all. After typing for what seemed a long time, she looked up at me properly.

"Yes, Mr McLoughlin. Please come this way. I'm sure you know what your doing and don't need it to be explained."

The nurse made me follow her through several corridors, down several flights of stairs and around several corners.  Eventually, she stopped near a steel door and moved aside slightly, looking at me as if to tell me to go on in.

I took the steel door handle in my hand, the cold metal sent a shiver up my spine. Hearing sudden screams I jerked my hand back. From the other side of the door, I could hear sphycotic laughter and then murmuring. Taking hold of the handle once again, I opened the door and walked inside.

Inside was enormous. But in the centre was a glass room with a single bed in it. Except for him.
A strong looking male tossed and turned, screamed and cried uncontrollably. He was in a straight jacket and going ballistic. Until he suddenly stopped and looked at me.

His face was all red from the screaming and crying. But past that, he was quite attractive. Wait? What?!  I continued staring at him.

His hair was raven black, with the middle section a faded red. But his eyes were what compelled me the most. They were chocolate brown and if it wasn't my mind playing tricks on me, the colour would swirl around in front of your very own eyes. Stop thinking like that!! He is a sphycopath!! Not someone to check out!!

Snapping out of my trance, I noticed that he was standing right in front of me. He smiled before saying,

"Hello, my name is Markiplier" He cracked up at these words, falling over and crying in laughter. I just stared at him. So his name was something along the lines of Mark.

Interesting...