When Evil Conquers YouTube (A 2016 Evil YouTuber Fanfic) [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 5 - Everyone has a Dark Side...

Hey, peeps! Again, really sorry for the delay. I was off doing so many things this week so far: studying for tests, shopping for a Halloween costume and decorations, working on some drawings, etc.

Over in Los Angeles, Mark was having a relaxing noon. He's been uploading tons of videos and had lots of planning, he just needed at least one break for today. Of course, beforehand, Mark let his apartment pals and his fans know of this so nobody keeps asking him repeatedly on videos. Sitting with him on the pool deck was his dog, Chica, and his tiny box friend, Tim. While they were relaxing, Tyler, Amy, Ethan, and Katherine were out for props and costumes.

Tim: "Ah, this is the life, isn't it?"

Mark: "Yeah..."

Just outside Mark's door, a little portal opened up, and another black slime emerged from it. Carefully sneaking around, it crawled under Mark's door, sniffing around near electricity, especially light bulbs. As everyone was relaxing, Chica stood up and turned towards the house. She was sniffing the air and had an ear lifted in the air, as if someone, or something, was inside the house. The golden retriever then got angry and started barking furiously.

Mark: "Yo, what's wrong, girl?"

Mark and Tim looked inside to see if there was something inside...but there wasn't. The gang wasn't back, nothing seemed to be out of place, so what was going on?

Tim: "Maybe she heard a dog whistle?"

Mark: "Maybe, I don't know what's going on...I'm getting hungry anyways..."

Mark got out his chair to go back inside, but Chica grabbed the back of his pant leg, shaking her head furiously.

Mark: "Chica, what's gotten into you today?"

Assisting Mark, Tim jumped from his shoulder and onto Chica's snout, trying to give her a talking to and threatening to grab the Fedora of Shame. Meanwhile, Mark was nearly towards the door, and Chica ran off after him, causing Tim to fall in the pool...Mark opened the door...nothing unusual was there. Everything seemed normal...until he had to turn on the lights. They weren't working.

Mark: "What the hell?"

Mark kept trying to flip the lights on and off, but nothing seemed to work.

Mark: "That's weird..."

Tim: "What's...weird?"

Tim was completely wet and gasping for air, and Mark immediately came to his helping.

Mark: "The lights won't turn on."

Tim: "Did you pay the electric bill?"

Mark: "Uh, no shit! I always pay the damn thing!"

Tim: "Try checking the electric box, maybe a fuse went out."

Just when he was about to walk over to the box, Chica began barking again and ran towards the box herself.

Tim: "Something is seriously not right about Chica today."

Not taking her insane barking to consideration, Mark went over to the box to pull open the door...Chica grabbed his pant leg again, now whimpering, as if she was begging him not to open it.

Mark: "Girl, why are you on the edge today? I'm just going over to open the-"

Before he could finish his sentence, Tim jumped up to open the door, and all hell broke loose. The black slime, that was hiding inside the electric box, jumped onto Mark's face. Mark fell on the ground and let out a blood curdling scream. Tim and Chica tried to get the slime off Mark's face, but it only ended up absorbing Tim and caused Chica to run back outside, terrified from the awful noises it made. Eventually, the slime was completely inside of the box and the man. Mark felt very jumpy and...a bit insane...

Tim: "Mark...I don't feel so good..."

Mark: "Me neither, Tim...Chica! Can you pass me my phone, please?"

Chica jumped up from her owner's voice and did just that; she put the phone in her mouth and ran up to him...just be run back outside, afraid again. Confused, Mark looked over to Tim to ask what that was about. A word didn't escape his mouth yet, and he was already surprised from Tim's appearance, and Tim was horrified from how Mark looked. Knowing what they had to do, the two ran off into the bathroom and tried to turn on the light.

Fortunately, the light was working again, but it now seemed too bright, so Mark quickly turned it back off and required the light from outside instead. From what he could see in the darkness, Tim's wood was darker, more chipped and broken; his soft hands were now replaced with tiny claws, his baby blue eyes were now a glowing red, and he had very sharp teeth. Mark didn't look much better.

His appearance kept changing whenever he looked in the mirror, and he got a massive headache whenever it happened. From what the two could see, Mark's look was changing into 4 different ones.

The first one was him, still with his red hair, but with dark black bags under his eyes now wearing a white tie and black t-shirt with a skull on it. The second was of him, now with more of his red hair, in a small ponytail and wore a Japanese schoolgirl outfit, but with all the navy blue replaced with a burgundy. The third had all his red dye gone, but with his hair more floofy, and he wore a blue shirt with a glowing G on it. The last had his hair in the style of a mohawk and was had on clothing with black and white stripes.

Tim: "Mark...what did that thing do to us?"

Mark: "I don't know, Tim...but whatever it did, it made us look like...my alter egos...especially Darkiplier..."

All of suddenly, Mark and Tim felt compelled to vomit. As Mark opened the toilet, nothing came out; hell, the toilet wouldn't even flush. The two then had an idea of trying to puke outside, since their insides were about to flow out. Tim jumped on Mark's shoulder, and Mark ran outside, only to trip on his phone and fall into the pool...puking inside of it. Chica started barking, then the two emerged out, gasping for air and running out from the now black water.

Mark: "Ow...my fucking foot..."

Tim and Chica ran back inside to grab Mark's phone, but as they did, strange laughter came from the pool. The laughter sounded exactly like Mark's, but most of it was much deeper and insane than usual, and one sounded high pitched and chaotic. The black vomit emerged from the water and was laughing these simultaneous cackles. Tim and Chica came back with the phone, but Chica ran inside, horrified from what she saw. Mark's foot was still hurting, so he couldn't follow behind. Tim was far too scared to even move away.

The slime then duplicated itself into four versions of itself around the pool, each morphing itself into the very things the two saw in the mirror.

...: "Aww, what's the matter, Markimoo?"

One the figure that looked like Dark had a tiny box laughing at the misery Mark was going through.

Figure 1: "Don't worry about him, Timbur..."

The first figure jumped from the roof, laughing along the way.

Figure 4: "This will be a story you will never forget..."

The fourth figure followed behind.

Figure 3: "If I don't save this to my database, you will most likely forget this..."

Instead of simply jumping down below, the figure glitched itself out of existence...or so it seemed...The last one standing walked over to Mark and pulled his face up to his own, a big and creepy smile plastered on his face.

Figure 2: "I'll be seeing you again, Mark-kun..."

And just like that, the figure was cackling and jumped down below as well. Finally at the door, Mark's friends returned, only to find Chica panicking under the couch, Mark's phone by the door, and Tim and Mark unconscious by the pool. Everyone freaked out and came to everyone's rescue, calming down the dog and calling 911 as fast as they could. When Amy grabbed Mark's phone to put it on the side nobody tripped over it, she noticed that the screen was cracked and had some weird glitchy corruptions all over it. Surely, it was because the phone was possibly broken...right?