Markiplier oneshots!

social manipulator//dark

He's a social manipulator, he is one hundred percent manipulative.

Bedroom 10:43 pm//manipulation

Resting upon the bed with my computer slightly dimmed to the darkness of my bedroom, I went on about finishing my college course for the day. As my fingers typed away the last few sentences, I heard a loud thunk, damn dog messing around in the garbage again. Closing my computer enough to keep it running while I went to check what mess the dog got into, I hop out of bed and take off down the hall, staying in a single bedroom apartment was cheaper than a two bedroom when you don't have a full time job, i wanted a career anyways, so it was only temporary, only needed a single bedroom anyway, it was a small apartment but definitely something I could work with, it was simple and not too old, maybe new carpet or just replace it with wood, I don't know, all I know is that it suited me and my pup.

Flicking on the lights I take a peek at the trash to see it completely in tact and my dog lying in the dog bed, odd, no cowering like they did anything wrong, just resting.. so what was the damned thud? I eye the living room looking for fallen decor of any sort, I didn't have much accessories around the house anyways, maybe it was outside, not sure, I am on the lower level so maybe something blew over? Not exactly sure but it wasn't something I needed to worry about too much. Shrugging I went back to my room to resume my work, mm comfy bed yes please, though I'd rather sleep I needed to finish this work up before I regret it later, I already spent the day procrastinating on it, now it being midnight, I'm behind; so once again I began to type away at least one last paragraph before submitting my work to my online tutor.

I sighed in relief, "yes, finally." I closed my computer and laid it to rest on the bedside table, "good work, now it's high time I slept my ass off, I suggest you do that too bud." For some reason I talked to my computer making myself laugh, half the time I hadn't even known what the hell I was doing until after I'd already done or said it. I pulled my pillow down adjusting it to rest beneath my head comfortably, I passed out almost instantly.

Bedroom: 3:27 am//static

Fast asleep my computer decides to ding loudly shaking me awake, "what the fuck? Jeez, should've downed the volume a little." I braced myself for the extremely bright light that awaited me, I flipped open the laptop blinding myself, "Wait, the volume is down, was it my phone?" I closed my laptop and set it aside and grabbed my phone with a single notification, I thought it might've been a text, but it was just a voicemail, no call, just a voicemail, I hadn't known you could leave one without calling. Opening the voicemail, it was just static, nothing else except the fact that it continued to get louder as if someone were inching closer and closer behind me or something; soon enough the sound became so overwhelming I turned off my phone and plugged my ears, I don't know what it was about the static, but it wasn't just static. I wasn't ready to fill my head with nightmarish thoughts before daylight, so I decided to just fall back to sleep, a bit shaken but I managed to do just that, and still slept without fail.

He wants to use you, take advantage of you, he's not your friend.

Awake to the alarm I slammed my fist onto the button, of course it didn't shut up until I properly pressed the button. It seemed a little darker for the morning, I looked to the clock immediately trying to comprehend that it was seven am when my alarm goes off specifically at nine, I have three hours left to sleep and here I am awake, not to be tolerated! But as it is, I failed to knock back out so I just stayed awake, knowing that after this my entire sleep schedule will be screwed. I reset my clock back to what it was normally, i had sworn it was set as this everyday, only because that's when I my alarm goes off daily, maybe I screwed it? I sighed and threw my face into my pillow, if I get woken up one more fucking time, I'll lose it; I roll over annoyed and stressed, pulling the blankets over my shoulders.

"Still dark out too, sure hope I can knock myself out for at least thirty minutes." I whispered to myself closing my eyes once more. Eventually I fell back to sleep, but I didn't expect it to be peaceful, but it was much worse than I would've expected; I witnessed myself trapped in a void, unable to escape, I looked around frantically to find someone or something, but no, it was just me. I could hear the faint echo of my feet as I whirled myself in circles, it's just a dream, just a freaky dream.

"Is it now?" A deep voice trailed in and beyond the void, it didn't have a specific source, it's as though it was everywhere, it echoed in an ominous way.

"Yes, you're nothing but a dream." I crossed my arms and stood strong, or so it seemed.

"Ah I see, and what makes you think that this might not at all be real? Maybe I am in your head, but it doesn't make me any less real." The voice chuckled darkly, evilly, and his words broke my strength.

"What do you mean?" After all it felt real, it felt too real, I could feel the static, I could feel my hair stand on the back of my neck, I feel like I'm walking electricity, but I feel it.

"Precisely what I said, maybe I won't appear before you when you wake, but I'm here now, and I'm real, I have power, over you." I trembled, his words kept making me fear.

"Then.. why should I be afraid of you if you never come to me in person?" I threw out a random question off the top of my brain and it came out well. I wanted to know.

"Because I will torture you, until wits end, everything you know and love will be nothing but a useless object to you, instead, you'll be consumed."

"With me."