Long Wanted (DarkiplierXReader)

[Part 9-We meet again!?]

I'm insane, I'm insane. I repeated in my head. My dad slammed open with my dad standing in the doorway with a bottle of vodka in his hand. "WHAT DID I TELL YOU! GET OUT!" He growled pointing out the door. My head spun. W-What, but I! I!. "OUT I SAID!" He growled again. I ran out the door into the streets. As I walked the streets of LA, I bumped into a taller man. When I looked up. My jaw dropped of who I saw.

   Oh god no this Loser~(A/N: Mario Maker reference made by Markimoo himself!) "oh! Sorry Miss, I didn't mean to I-" I cut him off by fangirling. "M-M-M-M-M-M" I stuttered repeatedly. "Are You ok..." "M-Mark?" I questioned. He nodded. "You know my channel?" He asked raising an eyebrow. I nodded as a smile grew on my head. Then the dumbass had to talk. Y/n...walk away. WHAT!? NO!   "Are You ok?" He asked again putting an arm on my shoulder. Maybe if I told Mark about..him. Don't.You.Dare! "M-Mark..he...he's here..." I mumbled. "Who's here?" He looked around. Then I realized, there was no one around us. "D-D-D- he D-" I stuttered. "You can tell me? Is someone following you?" He asked concerned. "Y-Yes! Well...kinda.." "kinda?" I fiddled with my fingers. "DARK IS TRYING TO HURT ME!" I scrambled out. His expression changed quickly as his eyes widened in shock. He grabbed my wrist gently. "D-Dark..heh heh , he's a fictional character!" Mark rambled out letting go of my wrist. Dumbass. "N-No! H-He's not! Look!" I yelled out as I rolled up my sleeve revealing my cuts. His eyes opened wider the second. I pulled off my scarf. "H-H-" was all he could stutter out. I lifted up my shirt a bit to show the cut on my stomach. "H-How are you still alive!?" "I-I don't know...he said he wanted me to be.." I whispered. "Y-You should g-get back h-home!" He stuttered out. "I don't have ..a home.." tears formed in my eyes. "What?" "M-My mom moved out when I was little a-and my dad kicked me out.." I willingly said. He nodded slowly. "I-I'm sorry.." "it's fine..." I mumbled wiping my eyes. He grabbed my wrist softly. "Hmm...you can live with me" he gave me a warm smile. I weakly smiled as my head was blowing up. Actually...this might be more fun then I thought. "M-Mark!" I yelled out as we walked. He turned his head towards me as he raised his eyebrow. "H-He's talking to me.." I mumbled. He nodded and looked down. "I- how is he...a.. thing.." he said under his breath. "I-I don't know.." I mumbled. Then a thought hit me. Wait...didn't I meet Mark before? Nope. Those were all dreams sweet heart! What!? The house and everything! How is that..Possible? Y-Yea. I do control your dreams. I can only hurt you when your sleeping. Other then that, I can do this. My cuts felt like they were opened up again as they stung painfully like they were when it happened. Including my eye. I fell down to my knees in pain. "What's wrong?" Mark looked at me kneeing down to me scared. "I-" I couldn't breathe. Darks laugh echoed through out my head. My shirt and sleeves were stained as blood stained through it. My head started to get dizzy. "Y-Your bleeding u-umm.." Mark panicked. Suddenly my eyes went closed and I passed out.

   I was still sleeping but I felt my body being carried bridal style. I felt the cold air breeze on my skin. Whoever was carrying me was running. I just want this to be over. The pain was still burning in my body.