YouTuber OneShots

A Sweet Surprise

"Mark, I'm going to kill Mr. Fowler!" I shout as soon as I kick the door to our apartment shut. Mr. Fowler's our landlord and he is an absolute creep. He stood outside the door to our complex, biting his lip as I went by. He had grabbed my waist and pulled me up against himself. The stench of cigarettes that flooded from all of his pores made me want to vomit. I couldn't be mean to him though. I didn't want to lose our apartment. I pushed away politely and excused myself to go to my apartment. He tried to follow and I had to make up some excuse for privacy. What a creep.

I didn't realize it at first but the entire apartment was dark. I had to squint to see the light switch as a flicked it on. When the light didn't come on, I began to worry. Had the power gone out? Did Mark hide an electrical bill from me? Was our power cut? I shout his name, my voice echoing throughout our small, one bedroom apartment. No response. I shuck off my jacket and toss it on a hook, pulling my phone out of its pocket. Thank god for phone flashlights. I make my way into the kitchen and find a box of matches. Mark had bought candles recently because he 'wanted to try something out' with them. It was probably something for one of his videos.

I struck a match and lit a few candles in the kitchen, living room, hallway, and bedroom. As I went to put the matches back in the drawer the room suddenly darkened again. I rolled my eyes, expecting to see Mark blowing out candles when I turned around. Instead, I was greeted with a dark room and the scent of burnt out candles. "We are not playing this game, Mark. I've had a long day. Come out before I call your mom to tell her about your pole dancing videos." That earned a shuffling sound from the closet in the hallway.

A smirk broke across my face as I tiptoe over to the closet and throw the door open. "Ha! Gotcha Ma...rk..." He wasn't there. I look down at my feet to see a shoe had fallen off of its shelf and landed on top of a milk crate of dog toys. "Mark? Come on, Mark. This isn't funny. Turn the power back on."

I make my way back into the kitchen to get my phone off the counter to call him. As soon as I enter the kitchen my eyes fall on a figure standing in the center of the room. His shoulders are hiked up slightly to match his ragged and heavy breathing, a faint growl escaping his lips. His eyes are closed but a black liquid seems to seep from them like tears. From his lips a similar dark liquid dribbles down his chin and onto his gray shirt, staining the neck of it even darker. The figure looked like Mark but he very clearly isn't the Mark I know.

I stifle a shriek and begin to back away. Forget my phone, if a demon's possessing my boyfriend I'm out. I'll borrow Ethan's phone to call an exorcist. My foot falls over a creaky floorboard and I curse myself silently. I knew I should've gotten that fixed. Mar–The figure's eyes snap open. In place of all other color is darkness. A black glaze coats the figure's eyes. I feel panic spread through me as he tilts his head and narrows his eyes at me.

The panic in my chest is enough to make me turn on my heel and dart to the door. Unfortunately, Mark's always been faster than me. The figure's hands latch onto my waist, yanking my back against them. His breath is hot on my cheek as he rests his jaw on my shoulder. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to imagine Mark coming through the front door at any second to rescue me.

"He's not coming." Mark's voice escapes the lips of my captor. He sounds gruff and almost tired. I shiver as he runs his hands over my arms, drawing up goosebumps. "Mark's gone. But I'm here now. You will call me Dark from now on and you will obey me. Do you understand?"

I shake my head quickly, not wanting to believe that this is actually happening. It couldn't be. Dark was just a joke Mark had made up as part of his YouTube channel. He wasn't actually real. Was he? Dark's grip on my arms tightened as he shoved me forward into the living room. I stupidly try to yank away, only receiving a tighter grip on my arms.

It wasn't until we were standing in the middle of the living room, a deadly silence echoing off of every wall, that Dark turned me around to face him. I glared at him, more angry than scared now. He could try to do whatever he wanted. He'd only receive a backhand and an empty apartment. His hand went to his pocket where he pulled out a shoelace and held my wrists together to tie them. I cried out, trying to kick him and yank away but he held on tightly until he'd finished. Now he looked at me, blinking with his horrifyingly unusual eyes that just seemed to bore into me.

His face drew closer to mine and when I tried to push him away, I found one of my tied hands being held in his own. An amused smile broke across his lips, causing more black liquid to spill over his lips. I shivered, hoping he wasn't about to do what I thought he would do. I shut my eyes and turned my head away. Dark chuckled slightly, turning my face and kissing me quickly.

I squirmed, fighting to get away from him. he released my hand and put his arms around my waist, pulling me closer. I felt the dark liquid against my lips, small bits slipping into my mouth the longer we stood there. There was something familiar about the way Dark smelled. Not only did he smell like Mark as I expect he would, but he also smells like chocolate. It's really strong right now. I even imagine I'm tasting it.

Realization breaks over me and I pull away from him, resting my head against his shoulder, laughing and licking my chocolate covered lips. Mark begins laughing so much his body begins shaking. I break away from him and untie my wrists so I can punch him. I must've hit him hard. He groans and rubs his shoulder, glaring at me jokingly but still laughing. "I guess I deserved that. But you have to admit, I got you pretty good this time."

"Mark Edward Fischbach, I promise you I will kick your ass if you ever scare me like that again." I brush the chocolate 'tears' from his cheeks and wipe it off on his shirt. "Go clean yourself up and find the circuit breaker and turn everything back on."

"Yes Ma'am." Mark walks off to the mud room, still laughing. The power comes on a moment later and I blink several times, trying to adjust to the light change. I watch him go to the bathroom to clean up and realize I'm probably covered in chocolate as well. I follow him reluctantly, surprising him when I step into the bathroom.

He stands over the sink, taking the black contacts out of his eyes and setting them in a container on the counter. Meanwhile, I grab a washcloth and wet it, rinsing the chocolate from my face and even some bits of my hair.

Once we've finished cleaning away the chocolate and changing into pajamas I punch him again.

"Ow! Seriously?"

"Seriously. You scared me!" I try to hide my smile. He did pull a really good prank. I have no idea how I'm ever going to top that.

"I'm sorry, Princess." He kisses my forehead and wraps his arm around my shoulders. "Movie?"