Pretty little psycho (Mark/Darkiplier x reader) [COMPLETED]

(real) Ch. 22: Crumbling dreams

I am so sorry for how long it has taken to get to a new chapter... Oh well, like I said in my last A/N, forget about the TattleTail thingies, let's do this over!

You open your eyes slowly. You see nothing except for the small beam of a flashlight laying on the ground. You pick it up.
'Where am I?'
You move the flashlight around. The battery appeared to be dying, as the light started flickering. You heard the soft sounds of a music box in the background. Your eyes slowly start to adjust to the darkness, and you can make out the vague shape of a door in the distance. You start walking, until a voice in your head interrupts.
Drop to your knees and crawl.
You have no time to think about your instincts suddenly kicking in, as you see a dark shape passing by right in front of you. The music had gotten very loud and you hadn't even realized it. The shape isn't very clear, but it's scary enough to make you drop to the ground and try not to make noise. The shape passes by, not paying a lot of attention to the small ball of frightened you on the ground. A tear rolls down your cheek as the music fades away into the darkness. You crawl forwards.
Scared.
Alone.
In a matter of time you reach the door, trying to open it without making noises.

You step into the room that was slightly lit by the flashing lights on the ceiling. Your eyes, that had been adjusted to the complete darkness from a moment ago, now felt like they were burning, as the flashing ceiling lights were very bright. You see another door at the end of the room, but something held you back. As you look around the room you see something in the corner.
It looked like Mark laying on the ground. You try to call out to him, but you couldn't. Your voice was gone. You try to walk to him as your eyes adjust to the light, but your feet were stuck to the ground. You narrow your eyes to get a better look at Mark, but that's when it struck you. He was dead, laying in a puddle of blood with dark stains on his clothes.
"Hello there dear... Have you missed me?"
That voice.
That deep, dark voice.
"Dark..."
Your voice appeared to be back.
"Indeed... How nice to see you~" Dark said.
"What have you done to Mark?"
"Me? Oh I didn't do anything dear... This is all YOUR work... I must say I'm very proud of you!" Dark says.
"What do you mean, it's MY work?" you ask.
"Oh, you don't remember? YOU killed him. You stabbed him to death after an argument."

"N-no... That's impossible..."

"It is, dear! It appears the darkness is getting a hold of you... I love it..."

WOOOO NEW CHAPTER BOIIISSS

I got inspired to write this like, our of nowhere and I liked the idea! I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it!