The Forbidden Forest | A Who Killed Markiplier Short Story

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I open my eyes to see that I'm no longer in the mansion. Groaning, my hand tires to make contact with my head. The only problem is that I seem to be tied to a chair. The sky is still dark like no time has even passed since I came here. No stars can be seen. The mansion also looks like it has a faint glow coming off of it.

"Ah Y/n!" A very familiar psychotic voice. "I'm so glad that youre awake!"
I feel tears form in my dry eyes.
"Please Colonel, let me go." I beg.
"No need to be so formal old friend." He tells me. "Wilford Warfstache is the name darling." He pulls on his suspenders, letting them snap against him. "Wilford-what?" My head hurts so much that its hard to think straight.

The man laughs. I know notice the golden gun in his hand. The vision is slightly blurry so looks more like a yellow blob then a gun.

"I just dont want to lose you again
Y/n!" He says. He then points hus gun at me. "You seem to have been running from me." He says. "And I've done a lot of running in my life."
I just stare at him, not knowing what to do. "But now I'm done running!"
He points his gun to the mansion.
"This place ruined my life!" He begins to laugh uncontrollably. "And I came back because I was told someone was waiting for me."

Up on the balcony I see Dark shaking his head. A short blink and suddenly he's gone. I dont question and look back towards The Colo-Wilford and see him talking to Dark. Dark looks a bit sad which is odd. The whole time that I've been here its been a battle to stay away from that evil man. Wilford may be crazy, but Dark is straight up evil in its purest form. Dark then snaps and I feel my restraints fallnto the ground.

What?

I see the rope gone from my redned wrists. I rub them before standing up.
My eyes widen as i realize where exactly i am. Im outside by the back staris that i came up to get here.

Run. Run as fast you can.

Turning from the two men i sprint towards the concrete stairs and try to run down them. I dont make it more than three steps before Dark appears in front of me grabs my wrists, pulling me back in the directiom of the mansion.

"No!" I scream and try to pull my hands free from his iron grip.
"Let me go you psycho! Let me go!"

I kick my legs and even try to headbutt him. Nothing seems to be working. He pulls me back inside where Wilford is sitting in a chair, his hands running through his long hair.

"Let me go you fucking psychotic asshole!" I scream, my voice hurting.
He stops and a femine chuckle comes from him. He turns to look at me, the red aura stronger than the blue.
"You're trying so hard and she doesn't even appreciate it. Just let me do it."
Their smirk makes me cower in fear.
"No!" The males voice yells, blue taking over. "It doesn't matter! Once was enough!" He says. The womans voice just sighs. "Lighten up Damien. You're no fun at all."

A memory of the man with the slicked back black hair and cane pops into my head again. This time he's smiling at me sweetly as we dance across a large ballroom. I feel myself smilimg back. I feel safe around him.
"Y/n?" He says my name softly.
"Yes?" An older sounding me asks.
"Will you be my district attorney?"
We stop dancing. I seem to be in shock.

I grip my head again.

"She remembers Celine!" Damien says. "Just give her time." Celine sighs.
"We might not have time in this mansion." She reminds him.

My gaze turns to Wilford. I feel like ive seen him sitting in that position before. When he looks up I faintly see a flash of odd glasses on his face again. Something out the corner of my eyes suddenly catches my attention.
I shift my gaze to see something covered by a dirty blanket. Its fully of dust and looks like it hasnt been touched in years. Not paying attention to Dark or Wilford, I begin to invoulntarily walk towards it. I then reach out my hand and go to take hold of the curtain when a grey hand wraps around my wrist.

"You don't want to do that." Dark says.
I turn my head to see him with a look that seems both scared and angry.
"Why not?" I ask, cocking my head.
"Let her." Celine says. "It'll be fun."
He shakes his head. "No," Damien tell her. "We both know that isnt a good idea."

While the two are arguing, I pull off the blanket to reveal a large cracked mirror. It feels like its pulling me to it.

"See, she wants this to happen again."
Celine's voice hisses. "Fuck you Celine!" Damien yells.
The next thing i know, Im lying on the ground with Dark over top of me.
"You dont want to look into that mirror Y/n." He says.
"Why not?" I ask, trying to push an answer out of the man.
"Trust me." Damien pleads with me.
"Get off the woman!" Wilford yells.

Dark sighs and gets off of me. He dusts off his suit and helps me up. Wilford then pulls me closer to him before stepping in front of me.

"This is the last of our friends Dark. I cant let you take her. You already stole Celine, Damien, Mark, everyone."

This is the most normal I've heard him speak since I got here. Its odd, but refreshing.

"Oh Wilford." Celine says.

I peak at Wilford's face to see its serious expression not falter for even just a second. He must not be able to hear the voice differences like i can.

"We both know that wasnt all me." An unfamiliar voice comes from Dark's body. Wilford then pulls out his gun, turnung to me. I step back with my hands in the air to show im not harm.
"Please dont leave Y/n." He says.
Dark then pushed him out of the way.
"She's mine Will. One way or another." Celine's voice mixes with the unfamiliar evil voice.
"I just want to go home." I whisper.
Dark turns to me, his face softening.
"You will Y/n." Damien says. "I promise."

I feel a smile spread across my face.
Dark's face then turns back to being emotionless as he grabs my arm and begins to pull me down a hall.