In Control (Markiplier/Jacksepticeye/Pewdiepie Horror Fiction)

Chapter 1: A dream???

Mark?????
My vision was very blurry, I woke up in a dark room lit with very little light on the bottom of the closed door. As my vision was starting to focus, I realized that I was tied to a chair. I was wearing like the one's they were on a mental hospital, "what happened?" I thought to myself. After a minute of thinking someone opened the once closed door, the bright light outside the room was almost blinding. I squinted my eyes and blinked a couple of times before my eyes got used to the very bright light. I saw three figures, they somewhat resembles me, jack and felix. The other me?? Has a very stylish and somewhat fancy look, the other jack looks like he was wearing a black hoodie... But something else stood out with his look, his neck was slit it still has blood dripping on it. His smile was ear to ear, he looked... Crazy... And the man that looked like felix was wearing a black turtle neck and a leather jacket, his eyes were pitch black that sends shivers down my spine. "Who are you?" "where am I?" I asked with a weak voice but no replies, there was a moment of silence. They just stare at me until my doppelganger spoke "What do you wan't to do with this?" he asked with a deeper voice than mine and a shit eating grin. "Dispose of him." Felix? said with a straight face. I guess he is the leader "Wait!? Wha-" my voice was cut of with a piercing laugh "Hahahaha! Alright! I was waiting for you to say that!" Jack's demonic laugh is implanted in my mind forever. Jack suddenly summoned a knife and went closer to me "what do you think you're doing!?" I struggled and tried to break the shackles that is binding me to this chair, I then tried to yell for help but no sound came out of my mouth. My eyes became teary, Jack went closer and closer until I felt a sharp pain in my stomach, he then twist the knife. He pulls back the knife slowly but put it in again forcibly, I couldn't bear the pain. They wanted me to have a slow and painful death, moments later I started coughing up blood. I looked down and saw a bloody mess in my shirt, I started crying blood was dripping down from my mouth. Jack pulled the knife from my stomach and went closer to my face... My vision became blurry again from the pain, I couldn't see him anymore but I heard him whisper "See you next time... Sweetheart" Until he finally shoved the knife on my chest.

Mark's Pov
"AAHH!" I woke up sitting straight up sweating. "Ah... Hahaha... Man.. What A dream" I looked at the clock it's 2:17 A.M, I looked at my stomach. No blood no anything, great. "What was that..?" I wondered what that dream meant. I lied to bed again and tried to go back to sleep...