It All Started With A Channel (Markiplier x Reader x Jacksepticeye)

~Chapter 27~ Mad Man.

~Your POV~

Everyone was still. No one even chanced moving. I was terrified. My neck still hurt but I ignored the pain, I was more focused on the fact that we were basically at a stand off between us, and some random guy that knew me some how. I wasn't sure what he wanted me for. I didn't care what he wanted for. I tried to keep the thought out of my head but it wouldn't quit crossing my mind. I Am Going To Die Tonight.

There had to be something we could do. Some way to get out of this.

"What do you want me for?" I finally spoke breaking the silence.

"You'll find out." He growled.

"Ok, how do you know who I am?"

"Y/N I don't think the small details really matter right now. " Mark said with a confused look across his face.

"It does matter. If I have something he wants, or there is a reason to why he is doing what he is doing then Yes Mark It Does Matter."

"Shut Up!" The man barked at us with a harsh tone, making me jump. "I suggest the two of you leave. NOW! Or That's It, She Is Dead."

"Ok." Jack Sighed. I looked up at him with a shocked expression. He's just going to leave me here with some stranger guy holding a knife to my throat. What the actual fuck?

"What the fuck Jack?" Mark said turning to him for a split second.

"I don't want her dead dude. So yeah I'm going to walk away like this man said to so that he doesn't kill her." He said turning ans walking away.

"You better listen to your friend there and walk away or else."

"Can you please just tell me what it is you want from Y/N?" Mark asked.

"I want her. You don't need to know anything else, You Need To LEAVE" The man started to get louder with every word he spoke.

"How do you know me?" I asked quietly.

"Don't be so modest sweet heart. Every one in this world knows who you are. You have been plastered all over the news for months now. First its how your channel is growing so fast, then it charity shit you have been doing, Next its a car wreak. Then your out of the hospital and on your way to Pax. You can't be that naive that you don't know the world is watching everything you do." He smiled as he spoke right in my ear.

"Okay what does this have to do with you? Why are you here, holding a knife to my throat?" I asked nervously.

"Because." He smiled. "I want you to suffer the way you have made me suffer."

"Ok, I think you have lost you mind dude. She doesn't even know who you are. I'm sorry if she missed saying hello to you at a signing, or didn't tweet you back on twitter, or even answer your comment on YouTube, But this is completely ridiculous." Mark started. Which just pissed the man off more.

"You have to choices here Mark. You either leave now and let me do what I came here to do in piece." He said, "Or You stay there and watch her suffer until she is dead, just like Al."

"Who the fuck is Al?" Mark said caught off guard by the last of this mans remark.

"That's the Fucking Point You Imbecile!" He shouted right next to my ear. "No one knows who Al is! No one knows what happened to him! No one knows what the Fuck That Bitch Did To Him Because They Are To Focused On Y/N!"

"Because Of You, My Brother Died Being Know As A Drunken Ass Hole That Almost Killed The "BELOVED" Y/N FROM Y/T/N!"

"I am sorry for what happened to your brother, but I honestly have no idea what you are talking about. I don't know any Al's. And I don't Control what they put on the news so I am sorry if there was something you wanted to see on it but didn't." I said trying to stay as calm as I could, even with the tears streaming down my face. With ever word he got louder with, His grip got tighter.