Forever In My Nightmares (Darkiplier)

Dont Turn Around...

Jack sighed and glanced at me again. We'd been playing Mario Kart together on and off for the past two hours. I think he was starting to get bored of it. In all honesty, I was too.

Have you ever been a gamer that's been playing the same game for too long? You kind of start to get bored of it and end up putting away for another one. This is for the natural gamers like myself and Jack. If you're a hardcore gamer that can play one game for hours and hours on end (also like myself, depending on the game) with no barely any breaks at all. I was the in between gamer. Jack... I have no fucking clue.

Even if I wasn't sure about his gaming patterns, I could tell that he was starting to get a little bored of the game. Not to mention, he kept glancing at me for a fraction of a second before turning his attention back to the 2D action that was a whole other world away. This continued until he put down his controller.

"Mark?" He asked, making me look over at him. "What is it?" I asked him, pausing the game and putting down my controller as well. He sighed. "I don' think it's healthy for ya to be in here all the time. Do ya wanna go som'where that don' involve this house?" He asked. I looked at him and debated for a moment. "Sure." I told him.

He sighed in what I assumed was relief and stood. "I was hopin' ya would say that." He told me. He stood and slipped on his shoes before getting his jacket and Wades keys. I followed suit as he walked out the door.

As I sometimes did, I called behind me to my dog, "Bye, Chica! Be back soon". She didn't even bother to lift her head from her doggy bed that was placed in the corner of the living room. She looked at me and thumped her tail twice in response. Eh, it was something.

I chuckled at her as I locked the door to my house and made my way down to the car, the Autumn winds biting at my exposed face and neck. Almost as cold as the blood me from the night before...

Shaking the feeling off, I crawled into the car. Jack already had the heat turned on mid-way and music playing quietly through the car.

"Where to?" Jack asked me and I shrugged, playing with the hem of my flannel. Jack stared over at me.

"Where do ya wan' to go?" He asked. I shrugged again. I could feel him growing more annoyed by the second so I sighed and gave an idea. "You were the one who was keen on getting out of the house. So, why don't you surprise me?" I asked. Now it was his turn to shrug as he put the car in reverse and backed out of the driveway.

A silence was in the air between us and I went back to my previously formed bond that I had with the window. I swore up and down that by the next few car rides, me and the window would have formed a strong enough bond to become engaged.

Part of me was fine with the relationship I had with the car window. Part of me loved the quiet that filled the car along with the soft sounds of Bruno Mars on the stereo. Then another part of me just wanted to fill the void with words I couldn't bare to say out loud to anyone besides Jack. Secrets that no one knows. My secrets. Especially, the biggest secrets that had been floating around the past week and a half.

However, just like the coward I was, I kept my mouth shut.

The drive went on this way for a good ten minutes until we pulled up outside the one place I never even thought he would take me. Starbucks.

You should have seen me. My eyes lit up just like a little kid who'd seen a puppy. He barely got into the parking space before I jumped out of the car, running to the entrance and going inside. I found a booth somewhere in the far corner. Of course, Jack closely followed.

"Mark Edward Fischbach, don' ya ever jump ou' of a movin' vehicle again. Starbucks or not. Next time, I'll kick your arse!" He said, his accent showing through well. This showed me that he was truly annoyed with me, but I didn't care. I just stared at him and cocked one eyebrow.

"We both know I can take you." I muttered. "Oh really? How's that?" He asked.

"I'm older."

"Ive got more fighting experience."

"I'm stronger."

"I know your weak points."

"I'm fucking taller, asshole."

He looked at me with a smirk. "It's not the size that counts, Mark." Jack countered. "Not to you, anyway." I playfully shot back. I saw him smile. "If fans were watching right now, this would be hilarious. We have to use this in a future panel sometime." Jack laughed at me.

I smiled at him. We probably were going to at some point or another. Wether it was conscious or subconscious, it would still be funny as hell. I stood up and walked over to the register, Jack's shoes lightly brushing against my heels.

"Hello sirs, what can I get you." One of the workers asked. His black hair framed his face and I could have swore I seen him somewhere before. His blue eyes were a sight to hold onto and he looked around 19 years of age. Where had I seen him?

I had a flash of the wreck I had imagined the week before and I looked him over.
"It's the boy from my vision!" I thought to myself as I fought to keep my jaw from going slack.

I ordered a mocha latte and Jack ordered something involving unicorns? Rainbows? I didn't care and I couldn't focus. This was the boy I had envisioned in the crash. The boy I possibly paralyzed or even killed in my mind. All my thoughts went blank as Jack nudged me.

"I'm so sorry. What was that?" I asked. "Your order is $13.26" I handed him the money. "$1.74 is your change. Can I have an order name?" He asked. "Edward." I told him.

As I spoke, I maintained calm as kept my cool. No one even seemed to notice that, on the inside, I was a second away from flipping my shit and having a panic attack right then and there.

Déjà vu much?

That voice inside my head taunted. I let out a low sounding growl from the back of my throat as I walked back to the booth Jack and I were in. I tried not to think about it any further.

                                •••

"Thanks, Jack!" I called to him as he left. It's been a long day for the two of us. Gaming, talking, coffee, and a walk in the park.

I unlocked my door and stepped in, wrapped in the bitter feeling of loneliness once again. I sighed and took off my coat. Walking through the den and into the living room, I kicked off my shoes and made my way to the recording room.

I slipped in my Mario Maker disc and turned on my webcam, a smile making its way to my features. Time to record.

"Hey guys! I'm Markiplier, back here with another game of Mario Maker. This time, I'm going back to some of the Ross levels I couldn't beat. That guy is a talented animal when it comes to making games. So here we go!" I said.

I clicked on a Ross level and I noticed my webcam begin to glitch and freeze up. I paused the game, growing concerned as I checked over my webcam. It came back on with no problem after a minute of checking it over and seeing nothing wrong with it.

"That's weird." I muttered. I pressed play on the Ross level and within seconds my computer was having a glitch as well. Checked out the monitor, and before I could even pinpoint what was amiss, the screen went black. Confused, I scratched my head.

"That's funny. It was working a second ag-" my computer emitted sparks from the keyboard and monitor, causing me to shut up.

"Did I do that? I mean, I don't think computers come in extra crispy Cajun. Unless they do, that was my fault." I chuckled to myself.

Then the screen flashed a simple message that sent chills down my spine.

Error: Your computer is currently affected by a disturbance in the force. There is nothing you can do.
Running is useless.
Struggling will get you nowhere.
P.S
Don't turn around.

And what did my dumbass do? I turned around. I barely got a look at what was behind me before my whole world went black.