Mark opened his eyes. He tried to look around but it was dark. Too dark. There was no light anywhere. What time was it? He tried to get his glasses off his bedside table, but he couldn't move his arm. He couldn't move anything. He began to panic. He tried to scream out; but there was nothing. It was like he was on mute.
A bright light engulfed Mark. Once his eyes had adjusted he saw some writing in front of him, but before he could read it a voice bellowed in his head
'Hello everybody, my name is...Markiplier...'
He knew that voice
'....and welcome to let's play 'The Game'. Now this is a fan made video game. I don't know that much about it so let's get right to it shall we?'
That was not Markiplier. HE was Markiplier. And he had definitely not played 'The Game' before. The voice continued to talk, almost deafening Mark. He tried to block it out and read the writing which he had just remembered was in front of him. He sat, silent and paralysed as he read the words which slowly turned his blood cold. What was going on? Mark read it again, just as the mysterious voice was doing so at the same time...
'Welcome to The Game. There is just 2 rules. 1. Escape 2. Don't loose your lives. This is a one chance video game. Loose all 3 lives, you loose the game. No coming back. Nobody can come back from the dead....not even you Mark'
And on that Mark was lifted into the air and spun around. He had no control over himself. He stopped spinning, and was left suspended in the air looking out. A glass screen was between him and HIM. Mark didn't have time to think about what was happening. Or how.
The Game had begun.
[To be continued...]
