Markiplier's Darker Side

Chapter 7

Mark’s POV

It’s been a week since the day Aaron found me… Anyway it was just a normal day. Aaron was still here to make sure I recovered alright. I actually felt well enough that I decided to make a video to apologize for my long absence. I didn’t want to tell them the truth… at least not yet. All I said was that I was extremely sick, like as if it was about over then the sickness would just come back again.

I didn’t however feel like editing it so I uploaded it just the way it was. I pushed away from my desk, the chair spinning slightly in the process. Suddenly I see my phone lighting up and notification sounds coming from my computer. I groaned as I rolled back over to my desk. My Twitter, Tumblr, YouTube, Facebook, E-mails, basically everything I had an account for was exploding with notifications. I clicked YouTube first and loaded up the video I just did. I smiled as I began to scroll down to read the comments.

My smile faded as I looked at the comments. “He’s not dead?” “Probably just a lame excuse for being lazy and forgetting about us.” “I was about to unsubscribe” “Wouldn’t he of had back-up videos?” “I thought the annoying bitch was dead, dammit” “I’m unsubscribing.” I did crack a small smile when I saw a girl’s comment about the Girliplier application. My mouse clicked show replies on accident.

I honestly felt like dying… “You'd be the male in the relationship, just saying because Mark’s a bitch” “It’s sad because it’s probably true” “You could find way better” “Find a real man that actually has a pair” “Just saying, he cries like a bitch.”

The list just kept going… I scroll back up, about to just exit out when I see a new comment. Even though it was probably just more hate, I looked anyway… It was from Aaron. “Mark, if you're reading this, don’t listen to them because you’re an amazing person. And I hope you already knew that. They're just trying to bring you down. So just ignore the world for now. It'll get better.” I smiled knowing Aaron was always going to be there if I needed help. A reply popped up, and I wish I never read it.

“Bitch you can just shut the hell up since you're probably sucking his d@!> right now anyways.” I was heart-broken. Aaron was taking this shit for me. It’s my fault that he's getting cussed at, yelled at, harassed over, etc. … All because of me… 

I close the window. I laid back in my chair, thinking what in the hell just happened… For some reason, Facebook came up on one computer, tumblr, on another, and on the last random things came up. Facebook looked like it was just hate. On Tumblr there was hate, plus I was photo-shopped into so many bad things. And then the last screen. It was just pure hate as my eyes briefly scanned over everything. I just turned off my whole system by unplugging it. I was done with seeing all that hate.

"That’s it, feel that depression…” A sinister voice called out from the darkness. Oh no… I thought to myself. I looked towards the darkest corner of my room. I tried so hard not to shake as a large object moved in the shadows. A deep-throated snarl sounded like it came from all sides.

“It’s ok Marki. Just.. Let.. Go.. You won’t ever have to deal with that hate again, if you give the hatred to me. You’ll be happy again. So, what do you say?” I could almost hear the smirk that Dark had. I take a shaky deep breath and let it out slowly. “Why should I listen to you?” I asked looking around, not really knowing where Dark was.

“That way, I don’t have to do it by force.” He clears his throat, as he steps out from the shadows. A low growl resided from behind him. He looks over his shoulder and whistles, “Oh, Muffin.” He smiles, and looks back at me. Suddenly a huge paw stepped into view. A giant… I don’t even know what stepped into full view.

“That little pet is so adorably.” A voice spoke out. “Now who the hell’s here?” Dark asks eyes flashing red for a second before turning back to normal. “Who do you think it is? Wilford Warfstache doesn’t take shit from nobody. Especially you.” I just tilted my head in confusion. Suddenly Wilford Warfstache was upside-down. He was riding on the back of the “pet” that he had.  It was like a dragon, but it had two separate heads each looking like a wolf’s head.  The body and wings of a dragon. And tail, I don’t know. “Say hello to Coco and Popo. Oh, and just so you know Dark, the Hellhounds are waiting.” He said, sounding matter-of-factly.

“And I bet their hungry too, aren’t they Wil.?”  I could see Dark smirk. Oh no... what is he planning/planned now? Apparently neither Wil. nor I even noticed once that Dark’s little pet was nowhere to be seen. Time slowed down as it suddenly burst out of the shadows, sinking its teeth into Wilford’s neck. The thing dragging him down with it. His dragon couldn’t comprehend what do to.

I turned around after hearing a cry of pain, I never even noticed that Aaron had came into the room. He was up against the wall, with Dark’s claws going through his chest… Dark just had a smug smile on and was laughing ever so slightly as Aaron was gurgling and choking on his own blood.  

He looked at me with pain, hurt, mistrust, and disappointment shining in his eyes as he began to gasp his final breaths. “How could I ever forgive you after you just let him kill me, and you watched doing absolutely nothing… I. Will. Never. Be Able. To. Forgive You. I just wanted to let you know that.”

Aaron just vanished into thin air, leaving me to fend for myself. Defending myself against all of my inner demons. But I was already dead inside from what Yami said. I didn’t even feel any pain when Dark’s creature had a hold of my head in its jaws. I still didn’t care, it wasn't even close to the way Yami just killed me.

Not even close…

Ok, just to make sure you all know, I don't hate Mark. I just wanted to see how well I can do with sad chapters/stories. So, does anybody's feels hurt yet?