Lost Girl (Markiplier x Reader) COMPLETED

Chapter 13: A Nightmare

(Quick Author's Note: There's translations now for the Zalgo text, forgot to write some for this chapter, oops XD)

I gasped, my eyes shooting open.

I gaze around, my thoughts wondering where the hell I was. This wasn't the motel , and Mark was no where to be seen.

It was dark, and cold. I could even see my breath in the air. My lungs struggled to breathe, the air thick. I was laying down on what felt like a metal table, since I was familiar with that feeling.

I attempted to get up, only to feel a tug at my hands. I peered down at my hands, and saw restraints on my arms. I rolled my eyes back to use my powers, to melt them, but this time it hurt to create the black substance. I felt like a needle was piercing my brain, my head pounding with pressure. I rested, and notice I melted it enough to break out. I pulled, and the restraints broke like ice.

I sat up, and set my barefoot on the ground. It was freezing on the tile floor, and I felt a chill up my spine. As I went to place another foot on the ground, I grew dizzy and my knees buckled. I clasped onto the metal table, catching myself before my body smack the ground harshly. My legs shook with weakness, as I tried my best to study myself.

Feeling adequate with my legs, I waltz to a control panel. TV screens covered the wall, but static was all that was shown. It was unsettling, as suddenly one of the TV screens displayed a picture. It was distorted, and looked very wrong. I couldn't place my tongue on it, and decipher what was presented on the screen. It moved looking directly at the camera that was recording it.

C̴̢̨̯͈̲̩̭͙̀̏́͒́̓â̸̢̙͍̮͇͖̗̎̊̎͟͞͝n̶͙̜͕̼̹̓̂̓̅̅͛̌̚͘͠ y̛̙̘̟͎̱̖̞̓͛͆̋̀̋͟͜͡o̲̦̬̘̱͔͔̦̊̊̏̈́͘͝u̳͚̪̳͉͍̟̻͑͊́̊͂͢͜ s̶̢̼̘̤̝̪̆͌͗̎̒͌͞ë̙͍̙̙̞̭̟̼́͑̽̅̓͊̍͊̉͑͜͟ė̷̯̖͎͍͓̘̥́͂̀̎̋̕͜ m̴̰̰͇̳̟͓͍̒̾̈̚͢͜͝ͅe̵͓͕̙̯̬̣̪̱͎̲̅́̾͐̿́̈̓̋?͎̗̩͖̫͈̥̑̈́̆̓̒̋͜͝"̴̧̢̨̧͉̻̳̬̓̌̈́́̄̿͟ͅ
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(Can you see me?)

A voice was sounded over the speakers of the control panel. It sounded foreign, and non-human. It was deep, echoey, and sound like fizzing static just like the TV screens.

"Hello?" I whispered out loud.

H̦͖̱͈̳̮̠̩͌͑̿͐̍̾ĕ̸̱̞̘͖̉͆̃́̏̔̇̂͢͝l̵̝̳̼͍̱̘͚̙͒͛́̓͐͞l̢̧̡͍̱͑̎̉͊̑̏͊̓͘o̸̢̱͖̲̘̿̌̈͌͞,̳̤̯͇̞͎̒̈̔͐̌̄͋͞ d̴̢͉̯̗̩͍̈́̽̿́̂͐̚͠ë̢͍̟̮̗́̀̅̽̑̅̇͘͝á̴͈͍̗̫̜̂̉͆̂̀̽͜͠ṟ̡̡̛͎̮̹̑̅̊͐̾̑́̔͠ f̷͍̬̭̱͔̦͈̼̒̿̈́̑́̋͋r̷̡̢̗̜̹̠͖͚̽́̓́̈̊͛ͅỉ̧̨̗͓͕̪̹͐̑͊̽̕ȩ̵̻͕̻͔̄͗́͊̉̓̾̀͠͞n̩̞̺͙̬̜̐̍́̂̇̃̆͜d͍͖̰̰͉̪̐͐́̐͆̔̓̓.̷̥̺͓̖̦̋̈́̔͐̈́.̷̖̺̪̠̱͇̠̀̓̾̏̚͞.̸̡̛̝̮̯̥̖̮̟̤͒̐̒̊͒̇̕͢͝͝.̵̨̰̥̩̭͚́͌̐͋́i̧̛͍̠̮̟̣͓͈̣͆̎̈͊́ţ͈̪͓̳̘̂̐̏̕͡'̡͓͉̳͔̗̗̯͙́͆̄̾͌͒͡ś̡̡̻͎̲͈͕̤̾̓̀̀͟ͅ s̸̩͉̤͚͎̀̽̌͐̈̾ơ̷̢̡͖̙͉̙͎͕͙̅̆̾̋̃̎͘͠͠ ǹ͎̩̯̦͇̈́̿̄̋ỉ̙̬̳̗͕̊̅̑̂̓͑̀ͅc̷̬̖̹͉̳̎̌̿̓̎̏͊̄́̌ȩ̖͖̞̠͓̪̉͑̐͆̅͌̈́́̇͜͞ t̨̛͉͓̤͇̪̩̊̃̄̓̈͢͜ͅo̶̡̘̩͕̻͉͍̓̅̓̌̓̈́͜͡͞͝ s̷̰̣͇͖̮̥̉͑͛̊̉̃͋̾͞ę̵̥͇͇͇̉͛̉̂̀̚ͅĕ̶̩̯͕͔̺̍̓̓̎́̄̊͘ͅ y̡̡͈̪̬̘̣̱̾͆̇̑̃́ơ̶͍̜͍̗͈̫̣̅̅͌͋͢͜ͅu͕̪̯̼̦͙̓̀̐͗́ ḁ̵͓̮̖̻̖̿̾̔̚̚͜͞g̢̦̻͕̱͉͎̰͒̀̒̈̃̓̓̓̓a̴̞̜̙̗̮̖̭̒̄̈̍̔̾͐͠͞i̹̪͔̗͍̘̩̎͒̂̇́͡n̨̲̱̘̰̞͉̯̈̓̀͠͞"̴̬̼͔̺̠̉̉̓́͡
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(Hello, dear friend....it's so nice to see you again.)