Forever In My Nightmares (Darkiplier)

Whats Wrong With Me?

"And as always, I will see you in the next video! Buh-bye!" I said my small jingle and we closed out of the game. Maybe that could save us for awhile. I sent the video to Ethan to be edited, pulling off my gamer headphones and setting them over the microphone.

I stood up from my chair, texting Jack one final 'thank you' and 'goodbye'. Leaving the recording room, I went into the kitchen and slumped down at the bar. I had basically the whole day free and I wanted to make some plans with someone.

However, I've also been losing a ton of sleep and I needed to get caught up on that. So now, I was debating on wether or not to make plans, get sleep, or go buy a load of Starbucks coffee.

I picked up my phone as I walked into the living room, freely slipping on my sneakers. I dialed in a number as I walked through the den, slipping on my leather jacket, and going directly out the front door.

Pressing the phone to my ear, I began walking toward my car. One ring. Two rings. Thre- "Mark!" Said an overexcited Tyler over the end of the line. "Hey Tyler. You busy today?" I asked him.

"Uh, kind of. It's nothing really important. Whole bunch of bullshit with one of the videos I'm editing for the 'Date With Markiplier' thing. Hey, I'm working on the Darkiplier scenes," my heart sped up and my breath got short all of a sudden, "and I was wondering something." Tyler told me.

"Okay, shoot." I told him. "Alright well, I have most of the voice layering done and most of the effects finished. I can't seem to figure out this one simple concept. On the part where I attack 'Dark' I want a way to tell us apart. I was thinking that maybe I could edit out Darks shadow?" He asked. "Yes. That's fine." I said, keeping my voice low as I got into my car.

Something about thee way he first said 'Dark' made me flare up slightly. It sounded like a mock to me. Then again, I may not be getting enough sleep. I know I shouldn't be freaking out about it, but maybe there's something going on with myself that I'm not fully aware of yet.

No, that's insane. There's no way that Dark is trying to rise to the surface. There is no way in hell he's trying to take over my mind. Besides, he's just a part of the fans imaginations. There is no way that the fans can give him that much power as to wanting to rise up to see the light. Or maybe even leaving me to find a host to carry out his evil plans. Unless I secretly was the host.

I laughed myself for a minute before Tyler asked, "Mark, Are you okay?" And I replied softly, "Yeah. I'm fine. Just haven't been getting much sleep, so I'm going for coffee. Want to meet up at Starbucks?"

He hesitated for a split second. "Yeah. Sure. What time?" He asked. "About 20 minutes." I responded. "Cool. See you then." He said nonchalantly before hanging up.

I cranked my car and pulled out of the driveway, avoiding turning on the radio. I wasn't the biggest fan of music, so I drove in silence. I was an odd being.

I had no religion, I didn't listen to much music because I wasn't a huge fan, I was in love with outer space and the stars and astronomy, I was an introverted individual who preferred being independent, and I hated pineapple on pizza. Jack convinced me that I was weird for it, so I played along.

I don't know where my mind wandered in between my house to Starbucks, but it was definitely somewhere. I realized this as I heard a horn and another cars squealing brakes before I felt myself fly sideways into the drivers window while my car tipped slightly. I felt my head breaking the glass before the violent jerk of the car falling back on all four wheels made me jerk my head out of the driver window and my body pulled me back towards the passenger side.

I groaned at the pain that shot through me. I tried to maintain consciousness as I slowly opened the driver door and unlatched my seatbelt, pulling myself out of the car.