A Date With Markiplier (Mini-Series)

ADWM- Part Two

        As it turned out, going to the theaters was a really bad idea. You probably should have picked the romantic comedy...

        The instant you both had walked into the room, the atmosphere had gotten colder. Tenser. Mark, bless him, seemed unaffected, chattering about how much he loved plays and how he hoped this one would be a good one.

        He'd offered you some popcorn, and you politely declined. You turned away for one moment...

        And he was gone.

        "Mark?" The room began to spin, and you were starting to see double, shrinking down in your seat. "Mark, where did you go?" A faint screeching filled your ears, like the whistle of a tea kettle, but all the more ominous.

        Then he was there. The man who had been haunting your dreams for all these years, only to suddenly go silent a few months ago. You had lain awake for hours on end, terrified that he would show up when you let your guard slip. Maybe it had, on this date, and he was getting back at you for ignoring him...

        "Did you miss me, darling? I missed you. Very much." The appalling thing was that he could almost pass as Mark's double, if you didn't pay enough attention. Same face, similar voice.

        But in their mannerisms? The two couldn't be more different.

        He put his ice- cold hand on your cheek, and grinned when you flinched, trying to move away from him but failing. He was bound to you, after all, and you him.

        "I've been waiting a long time to see you again..."

        "Where. is. Mark," you whispered through clenched teeth. The being's canines flashed for a moment before carefully replying.

        "That man? The one that you've been cosying up to all day? Oh, though I don't like it, he's... safe. But you're not seeing him again, my dear."

        Again with the pet names. He claimed, when he first spoke to you, that the two of you knew each other in another time. That you had been in love, and that it was his 'job' to protect you. Obviously he wasn't doing a very good one- if he loved you, then he wouldn't make you so terrified at night.

        You don't know. Love is weird. He has a different meaning of the word than you do.

        He took one of your hands in his, tilting your head to look at him with the other.

        "I've been pushed aside," he mused. "Replaced... Mocked. And then, he had the gall not to invite me to his little 'adventure' with you." The red tones around him receded, surrounding him in a glowing blue. "No more. Never again. IT'Ƨ MY TUЯИ ИOW. I'VƎ BƎƎИ WAITIИG PATIƎИTLY. HƎ PЯOMIƧƎD HƎ WOULᗡ LƎT MƎ IИ AGAIИ."

        The pain in his eyes was evident, and despite your fears, you felt a pang for him in your heart that you had to push down. It did no good to feel pity.

        "I'm tired of giving people a ƆHOIƆƎ... But I suppose I could give you one last option. You can continue the date with me... Or him..." he spat.

        This was the first time he'd ever given you any type of decision like that.

        "So. Take your pick. Show me what you've got. And maybe... We'll have a good date after all."

        Maybe. He let go of you, leaving you to your thoughts.