I woke up to find myself in a cold rock cell. The blood ran from my lips, and I was in a little bit of pain. As I looked up, I saw the moon shining through the bar window. I couldn't remember what happened to me. I got hit so hard from the black smoke, I couldn't remember what happened. As I got up from the bed, I heard the door opening. Two men showed up, and one of them grabbed my arm. I couldn't move or speak with the pain still hurting me. "He wants to talk to you, now! Move it!", one of the men said while forcing me to walk with a knife being held close to my throat. As they walked me out of the room, I let out a few tears. Still thinking about what I've done. Not just to me, but for Mark as well. As me and the men kept on walking, we stopped at a large door. One of them opened it, and I saw him standing there with an evil smile on his face. I couldn't dare to look at him. "Hehehahaha.... Hello, (Your Name)...", he said to me.
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The Dark Book: Darkiplier & Reader
FanfictionYou are one of Mark's friends, and you love to help him no matter what. After getting invited to join in on his new skit (Who Killed Markiplier?), you notice that Mark isn't himself as he always is. While trying to help him out, you find a book call...
