In That Time (Darkiplier x Reader)

Prologue

The day was dreary and rainy. Tornado-like storms in the distance; not a good day to be outside.

Mark and Seàn were at a great debt... Mark especially. He had something wrong with him...

He feels like he's not in his own skin... Like something else has been living inside of him... Like a parasite.

Of course, he asked for help, but no doctor he ever saw was able to identify what was indefinitely wrong with him.

It seemed like every time he went to see a doctor, whatever this... Thing was, would disappear completely.

Make it look like there was nothing ever wrong with him in the first place.

"Mark, are you sure we're going the right way?" Seàn asked uncertainly and slightly out of breath.

"Yes." Mark answered determined.

He was ready to get whatever this was, out of him. It's been driving him crazy for too long.

Sometimes he would wake up standing in front of his front door at three in the morning when he would distinctly remember falling asleep watching T.V. in his room.

This was starting to scare him. He was ready for this to leave.

Sometimes he would hear a bump behind him in the kitchen, and when he would turn around, all the cabinets and drawers would be wide open, but no one save himself in the room.

All the silverware placed on the counters, going from sharpest object to dullest. They would be placed exactly straight on the counters, sharp end facing out toward him.

The two kept walking down the old, pothole-filled road until they reached the last house on the dead end.

This house had just been put up for sale, and luckily for Mark, no one had bought it yet.

They broke the lock on the door to get inside and then blocked it up to ensure that no one followed them in.

The house was large enough for a decent-sized family to live in, and appeared to be in great condition.

"Mark, I love you man, you're my best friend, but I'm not sure I want to do this with you. This isn't something to fool around with... What if something goes wrong?" Seàn was beyond worried at this point.

He regretted his decision of joining his dear friend.

"Nothing will go wrong. They said she was the best around. If she's the best, then I'm going to take her word for it." Mark confirmed.

He refused to turn back now.

After Mark went from hospital to hospital looking for someone to help him, he'd had enough of being told no.

Soon the news of his silly little story spread through the town and people began to laugh at him and call him crazy.

He even had to fight off some strangers on the street who tried to turn him into the mental asylum.

"Sorry, I just have a bad feeling about this." Seàn looked around nervously, then ran to catch up with Mark, as he had fallen behind, eyeing the house.

What if someone was watching them?

"She said to do it in a small room. So let's go look around." Mark sharply turned to a random hallway where there was a set of stairs to the second floor.

Mark hated being called crazy in that town. He loved that town and most of the people in it.

He loved where he lived. He had a YouTube channel and did many skits in the area. He couldn't just up and leave.