The YouTuber whose fans disappeared

THEY'VE LEFT!

Warfstache placed his hands either side if Marks head, and leant in to his ear. Mark could hear each breath he took, every time he swallowed it rang in his ear like a drone of a drum. A icy shiver went down Marks spine, he looked away; too scared to make eye contact.

'You've changed' Wafstache said slowly 'You need a reality check. And that's why I'm here.'

Mark said nothing. No thoughts went through his head. He just stood and listened.

Warfstache pushed himself off the wall and stood in the centre of the room. Mark took a deep breath, he didn't know if he had just held his breath for that entire time, but it felt like it. He took focus for a minute and took a proper look at Warfstache for the first time. He was tall, and thin, with fair skin. His hair in a 1940's style neatly quaffed to the right hand side. His moustache, pink and bushy but perfectly styled. He wore a three piece suit. Black and pinstripe. His shoes shined in the evening moonlight.

Warfstache wasn't looking at Mark, he seemed distracted. He scratched the top of his head, spun on his heel and spoke 'You want to know what they've done since you 'left' Mark?'

'Who?' Mark said confused. He still wasn't feeling right; he felt dizzy and sick again.

'Who?!' Warfstache smiled 'Your fans!!' His manner suddenly changed. He had been so calm and collected until this point, but anger started to build within him, one strand if hair fell out of place on the top of his head. 'Those people that you've dedicated yourself to. Those people who you've wasted your life on'

Mark stood up, he looked Warfstache straight in the eyes. Yes, he was still scared, but no one talked about his fans that way. Those people had saved him when he was at his lowest. Those people are the reason he lives and breathes now and he will die defending them. 'Don't you dare talk about them like that. Who are you to talk about them like they're nothing? They're more than you'll ever be.'

Warfstache smiled. He wasn't surprised Mark had defended them. In fact in quite liked it. This fight had been too easy until now. 'Because they are nothing! You've been gone for a week and they haven't even noticed.'

'You're lying...'

'I wish I was. That sad little face is breaking my heart...' He slowly makes his way to Mark '...they've left.' he says in Marks face. 'They loved you and left you. It's what people do. They found something better and you're not even an after thought.'

'What are you talking about?'

'I am the greatest thing to come out of the fandom! I am the one they should love.....Not Dark.' He was now pacing the room, he hands combing through his hair. He was shaking with anger. 'HE DOESNT EVEN EXIST! He's a fantasy. A fallacy. A fairy tale. IM REAL! I EXIST. I AM HERE. But they don't see me...no. I'm nothing to them and now you are too.' He pulls his hair back with his hand, and stand up tall again. 'I know you don't believe me. So, why don't I set you free and you can see for yourself.'

Mark blinked.

His eyes opened to his room. Wafstache was nowhere to be found. But it felt different to where he just was. He walked over to his computer, his chair no longer broken. He sat down confused and checked his twitter.

756 notifications. Wafstache had lied. He hadn't been left. They cared. They loved him.

'What?! I don't understand' he read them all. Carefully and slowly. Tears silently fell down his face. He didn't bother wiping them, he just stared at the screen.

They really had left.

He had to get them back.

He would never give up on those he loved most.