King of the world

Chapter Twenty Five

Mark POV

"Are you sure this is it?" I query, sat next to White on a hilltop, staring down at a pair of large metal doors on the side of a cliff top. It certainly did look like an abandoned military base, only still very much abandoned, I'd imagine there would be guards defending the entrance.

"Positive, I was conscious when they were telling the location to (Y/n)," she replied, stealthily beginning to making it over the hill and squatting to the entrance.

"Conscious?" I repeat, following her, "so, you existed before (Y/n) soul was taken?"

"Not exactly true, I have her memories, but I was born when her body became soulless," her reply was now in a very hushed whisper, and for good reason. We were now very close to the supposed HHO hideout. "Alright, here's the plan. I'll go out, claiming to be (Y/n), then if I think it's safe, I'll-"

"Put your hands behind your heads and get up," a very stern voice orders, from a distance,"

"Never-fucking-mind," White sighs, doing as told, as do I. We face the iron doors, and see no one.

"Identify yourse-" the man's voice suddenly stops dead in its tracks. "Well fuck me slowly with a chainsaw," he was no longer commanding it so loudly.

"I'm (Y/n)! And this is the HUMAN Darkiplier. His name is Mark," White decides to do as he asked anyway.

"No fucking way could Satan be human! No spell, nor type of... birth defect!" A different voice screamed, a woman's this time, "Someone just fucking shoot him already!"

How the fuck do they have guns? Probably left over in that bunker from before Dark's rule.

"W-wait!" I howl, "I swear, I'll explain everything if you just don't shoot!"

"Why the fuck should we do that!?" The man's voice calls out again, this time accompanied by several mumbles of agreement. A crowd must have formed behind the door.

"Imagine how fucked you'd be if you killed the human version of Darkiplier!? No one, except me, knows that he's become human!" That was a lie, Anti and PewDIE know, "And Mark wants to help you all take the world back from the demons! We could come up with a plan, with your new acquired advantage, to finally take back the world!"

To follow such a stirring speech, was a deafening silence. The tension felt unbearable, because it was possible we'd either won them over, or I was about to receive a bullet to the brain. I could feel the thudding of my heart in my brain.

Suddenly, I felt something clasp around my hands. It was extremely cold, and yet somehow excruciating hot. When turning my head, I saw several humans, holding guns and dressed in a military attire, cuffing my hands. However, these handcuffs were very odd, like large balls of steel engulfs my entire fist (like the ones Elsa has on in "Frozen", when she's in jail). Despite being silver, I doubt it was made of any metal on the periodic table.

"The cuffs prevent you from being able to use magic, so don't even try," the person putting on the cuffs informed me. He has blond hair and green eyes. If I were interested in my gender, in such a way, I would find him very alluring.

"What are they made out of?" White questioned, but all the man did was glare at her, in both anger and curiosity.

The five humans "arresting" us, took us towards the now opening doors of the,
no longer abandoned, military base, revealing a large throng of humans inside (most armed). They all bore expressions of hatred, and more so scepticism. Who could blame them though? If Darkiplier HAD, somehow, learned where this place was located, he may have even used this plan.