Markiplier's Darker Side

Chapter 3

Aaron's POV

"Darkiplier?" I thought to myself. Isn't that what the fans called him when he acted scary in his videos? "Ma'k, isn't Darkiplier just a made-up character by your fans?" I asked. "I-I wish that was tr-true." He stuttered out. What was that supposed to mean. I didn't understand, but I could tell that Mark wasn't lying. I placed my hand on the back of his head, bringing it to my chest as I rocked us back and forth. I could still feel my shirt getting wet. "Ma'k, you know what…" I said looking down. He looked up at me, a few tears still falling down his face. "Wh-What?" He asked sniffing a bit. "I came here to take a break from Britainland, but I think you need a break from this "Darkiplier". So I'm going to ask Bob to get my stuff from the hotel that I was going to stay at and bring it here. You're my friend, and I can tell when a friend is in trouble so you can't stop me from helping you." I was glad I sounded commanding that way Mark didn't try to change my mind.

"Aaron… I'm sca-scared that he might try to hurt you, either as himself… or… through me…" Mark said shaking a bit more. "Well, I know for a fact that you are capable of being stronger than "Him" you just have to believe in yourself. Just remember how many people love you and thank you for the smiles that you bring even on the worst of days. And remember that I would much rather help you then take a vacation. Even if "He" does possess you or whatever, I know he could never kill me because you'll still be fighting. And in advance, if I do get hurt, promise me that you won't blame yourself." I said rubbing his back. "Al-alright Aaron, I promise… and thank you." Mark said smiling.

"How about you try to go to sleep. That way I can call Bob and set up a place for me to sleep." I asked him. "Ok…" He said. I helped him up, and walked him towards his bed. I watched as he settled into his bed, and waited until he drifted off to sleep. I smiled sadly as I left the door open a crack. I walked down the hallway into his living room to call Bob.

After a few rings he picked up. "Hey Bob." I said quietly. "Hey, is something wrong with Mark?" Bob asked concerned. "No, Ma'k's fine. He's sleeping right now. But I've decided to stay here instead of the hotel." I said, looking around his house to get familiar with where things are. "Oh, that's good. Actually I flew over here too. I'm about to get a rental car." He said. "Hey Bob, actually could you go to the hotel that I was at to get my stuff?" I asked. "Yeah, sure. What's the address to the hotel?" I gave him the address and thanked him. "Well, you should probably check on Mark at least every hour or so. Because he will most likely be having a nightmare. If you can't wake him up, just let him know that your there, like hug him or sing to him, something like that." Bob said. "Alright, I don't think that'll be too hard." I said.

After talking a little bit more, we said our goodbye and hung up. I looked around the room, it was completely clean. The only problem was that it was dark. So I decided to turn on a light. I turned the kitchen and the living room lights on. I sat down on the couch, and found the remote. It was really quiet, and there was nothing good on the telly. So I just turned it off.

I started to think about Darkiplier. Why was Mark so scared about a fictional character? He acted as if he was actually real. I shivered as a sudden cold chill went down my spine. I heard a voice causing me to jump. It sounded so close, and like it was right next to me. "Yami…" The voice called out slowly, making the name sound longer than it should be. I turned my head slowly and just stared at what I saw standing in the corner.