Demonside: Dark Beginnings [COMPLETED]

Ideas

I have to find a way to be free.

The thought nagged Dark relentlessly. But he had no idea how to begin! Both he and Mark knew now that he was a demon, born to possess. But who knew that possession was so enslaving?

Speaking of enslaving...

Dark hung from the ceiling of a crystal cavern, the chains still wrapped around him. He had awakened there, the last thing he remembered being the powerful restraints dragging him away from Mark.

I know he did this, Dark glowered. I'm in his mind; of course he would want to keep me away from himself.

Every now and then, Dark would struggle against his prison. However, the metal bands just seemed to wind more tightly around him.

I'm not strong enough, Dark realized. I need to think this through.

Dark stopped straining as he concentrated on finding a way out of his bonds. They seemed to have a mind of their own, that was for sure. Maybe I could trick them into thinking I wasn't actually here, he mused. The chains had no eyes, and only moved when Dark did. Therefore, he reasoned, they must only sense him when he made movement.

Pouring every ounce of his consciousness into keeping still, Dark began to feel the chains getting restless. Then without warning, one metal tendril after another lifted sharply up into the ceiling. Dark dropped to the ground, pleased with his success. Now I just need to get out of here.

As soon as he thought the words, he found himself back in the sandy landscape where he had met Mark. I guess this world is my default, Dark decided.

Dark had an idea then. Why don't I see what that idiot Mark is up to? I'm possessing him, aren't I? I may be trapped in his mind, but he's trapped in here with me as well.

Focusing his thoughts onto Mark, he soon appeared in a room, with several screens in front of him. Suddenly, his head moved and his mouth opened. Words that he had never even thought of saying came pouring out of his mouth.

"Hello, everybody! My name is Markiplier, and welcome back to Amnesia..."

I must be seeing from Mark's point of view, Dark realized. So he sat back and enjoyed the show. His counterpart was playing a horror game, talking to a camera about what was happening, and getting scared pretty easily. Wimp, Dark thought, smirking. That jumpscare really wasn't too bad.

Soon the game was over, Mark said goodbye to the camera, and Dark returned to the sandy hills of his "home base."

Interesting, Dark thought, yawning and not really feeling interested at all. If that's what he does all day, then I'm not surprised he's so annoying. He snorted with contempt as he remembered what Mark had called himself. Markiplier. Ha! What kind of a name is that? Still, Dark couldn't help but experiment with the name.

Markiplier...

How about...

Darkiplier...

Dark shrugged as he wandered the sloping landscape. It sounds ok, I guess.

As he strode among the patches of rough grass, he felt much stronger than before. Maybe my interaction with my possessive powers makes me stronger.

Then he shrugged to himself as he found a place to rest in the sand. Who knows? I'll try again tomorrow, and see what happens.