Shhh- A Darkiplier & Jacksepticeye fanfiction

Paralyzed

He couldn't move. He was stuck in his bed. Oh how he wished he didnt question that voice in the back of his mind. Something told him it just got bigger.
He was glued still, his mouth sown shut. His mind was in over drive. He cant scream for Jack, he cant run to call the police.
He cant move.
He increasingly became aware of how difficuilt it was to breath. It started to burn. His lungs gripping onto air before it slips effortlessly out through his lips. Each breath getting shorter and shorter. It stung his chest.
His head started feeling heavy as his eyes started to slowly close.
As his eyes shut he expected to pass out, but no. He still felt the lack of air desperately trying to reach his lungs before being brutally exhaled.
His mind still raced with questions and fears.
But all of those thoughts came to a sudden holt.

Are you going to co operate?
Yes
Mark thought
What else do you say in this situation?

He noticed it slightly became easier to breath.

Good. Are you going to tell anyone about this or about me?

He hesitated, though the pain in his chest became unbairable even pondering the possibility if saying yes to that.

No.

A wave of relief went over him as he said that, the pain slowly subsiding

Great. Are you going to help me?

Mark didn't dare to say no
...yeah

Thanks Mark. We're going to make a great team. See you tonight.

Before mark had time to question this voice his eyes shot open. What did i just agree too? Was that even real? Was i dreaming? These questions ran through his mind.
He wiggled his fingers and sighed in happiness that he could move. He wasnt sure what he felt or how to feel after that. He stood up and with shaking legs, he went to the living room and saw jack lazily laying on his couch, mindlessly petting Chica.

As Mark approached Chicas tail stopped wagging and she turned to Mark barking relentlessly. Jack turned to see what she was so worked up about, and surprised to see Mark.

"Mark! Hey! What took you so long? Its been like 10 minutes, i was about to watch The Walking Dead without you!" Jack exclaimed to Mark, it didnt take alot for him to talk over chica. "It was... nothing. Hold up" he yelled back to match Chicas intensity.

He picked up chica who started growling furiously. Mark knew she was a big dog and didnt really look foreword to the day someone would pick her up but this is the most "aggressive" shes ever been. It worried him to see her like this. Maybe she knows about tyler... no thats a but much. Hell i practically forgot... i dont know. Mark had his head in the clouds as he put Chica in her kennal which he practically never used until recently. He came back to Jack. "Sorry, shes been... weird lately" Mark appoligized as he sat next to jack. "No its ok dude. Though yeah that is a little weird" jack said curiously looking at Mark then back to the tv.
They continued the morning binge watching shows. when adverts came on they would joke around and sometimes discuss various topics. Mark trying his best to keep cool all through out though his mind always wondered its way back to that thing from earlier. Jack couldn't help but notice Mark's odd behaviour. He isn't dumb in the slightest. He knows Mark well.

Lunch came around and they finished off the episode they were watching. "Fancy some chicken raps?" Mark said
while stretching his back. "Sure im starvin' " Jack agreed.
"Alright, give me 20 minutes to make it. Feel free to wonder.. to a degree"

Mark went to the kitchen, immediately feeling broken as soon as he left Jack but he had to persever for some reason or another. He found him self humming again slightly nervously as he slowly cut peppers, the crunch of the peppers as they broke under the sharpness of the knife strangely intreaged Mark in some sence, he really found it increadibly pleasing. He couldnt help but continue to cut the peppers despite them being done already. He kept going till he felt his fingers run cold. He looked down to see blood leaking on the table. He wasnt afraid at all. In actual fact he was engrossed in watching the pretty, bold red quicklly flowing from one simple cut. He snapped himself out of it and rushed to the sink, washing the crimson away. Part of hin felt dissapointed. He rapped the cut in tissue and kept cooking, not wanting to think about it.

(Authers note, thanks for being patient with my updates. Im trying to improve my writing so idk tell me what you think. Its hard to find that inspiration or "push" to write chapters but im trying 👌
Thanks so much for reading)