Mark couldn't see anything. The world around him was gone; just like the camcorder. He must be in a another game, he said to himself. He felt around in his pockets and to his relief he found a torch. He switched it one and shone it around the room. But he wasn't in a room. Mark was stood in the middle of a forest.
By this time Mark knew the score, he had been made to play Outlast and Vanish, so what could this be? Mark decided to start walking, maybe he would be able to find a clue.
'You still have no idea do you?'
Mark carried on walking.
'Don't turn around...'
Mark saw something pinned to a tree, he walked over.
'...don't stare...'
It was a note, on it was written '1/8 - I'd hurry up. He's coming'
'...he's watching'
Mark didn't need any more clues. He heard it coming. Mark set off. One of the most feared and terrifying creatures was after him. He couldn't just stand around.
He manoeuvred around the trees, looking in every direction. He managed to obtain two more noted before he saw him, off in the distance. He hovered too long, before he could look away, his vision had gone. He static was deafening. He called out for it to stop. He curled up in a ball on the floor, tears running down his face.
'Please. Stop! Let this be over. We can talk this through.'
The static grew louder. He whisp of air passed over his neck that made him shudder. He couldn't move. He wanted to move on, He wanted to beat them all. He wanted his fans back. But he couldn't do it. He was a failure, and now everyone would know.
He woke up. He was back in the woods.
'One life left. Loose this and you loose. Everything. You're finished. The world would finally be rid of you.'
'I am not done! You think you've beaten me. No. I will do everything to get back.' Mark turned around and looked though the glass divide. He stared into the eyes of his enemy 'It will be ME that defeats you.'
Mark set off, a stealy determination flowing through him. The once haunting words of him fans pushed him on. He strode forward with a purpose. He found 7/8 pages in record time. He blocked out their faces. But he couldnt do that forever. Their words started to over power him, they swirled round his head like a violent tornado. He couldnt concentrate. He kept walking round and round in circles, checking the same places over and over again.
'WHERE IS IT? TELL ME! JUST GET THEM OUT OF MY HEAD AND TELL ME!'
'You did this! Not me. You! You have to deal with this! All of this is your fault'
'PLEASE!'
The static started once more.
'NO! I'm so close.' He picked upsel up on off the floor. He didn't even realise he had fallen. 'Where are you?'
He staggered forward. He was so close to freedom he could taste it. The static subsided. And there it was. He could see the note hanging there. Euphoria.
He walked up to the tree.
Slenderman was in front of him
He was dead.
It was black.
He had won.
He couldnt believe it! It had taken so long. So much planning, so much effort and it had all payed off.
Mark had won!
Mark wiped away his joyful tears. He sat and looked at the computer screen. He was shocked. His hands were shaking. He looked into the screen. He was gone.
Dark was defeated.
Mark knew he had to play along. For some reason Dark thought HE was Mark. So Mark let him. Mark knew that it would only take a matter of time before his terrible actions came back to haunt him. They werent videos hed seen of the fans. They were actions HE had done. Dark was the one they were telling to stop. Dark was the one recording it. Dark managed to convince himself he wasn't there, that it wasn't him. If Dark realised who he really was whilst playing there would be no way he would have been defeated. But he was the master of his own downfall. Darkiplier knew that fans wouln't have trusted or followed him, so he had to play Mark.
He had to copy Mark. The way he talked, walked, moved, danced, laughed, cried. Everything. He took on so many of Mark characteristics he started to believe he really was Mark.
Mark used this to his advantage. Mark knew that he would never turn down a good horror game. And thats exactly what this was.
One perfect horror game and an oculus rift later.
Mark was free.
or so he thought.
THE END
