Markiplier's Museum of Mystery

Chapter Five

Chapter Five

"Get her out. Now," Mark ordered, rushing over to Ana's computer where Amy, Tyler, and Ethan were crowded around, watching the screen.

Tyler tapped her transmitter twice, and nothing happened. He tried it again. And again. And again. Nothing was happening. Her computer screen still showed that she was locked in a simple room, no clear escape in sight.

"Let me try it!" Mark demanded, pushing Tyler and tapping the transmitter, desperate to force Ana to exit the simulation.

"That's exactly what I was doing, Mark. It's not working," Tyler told him.

"Okay, let's cancel the software, then. Shut it down." He turned to the computer and tried exiting the simulation from there, but an error occurred, and he couldn't get out of the program properly.

"Did you ever have this issue before, when you were testing this stuff?" Ethan wondered.

"No! Everything was fine before!" Mark yelled, frustrated. "This cannot be fucking happening." He stressfully ran his hands through his hair, tugging hard as if to punish himself somehow.

"It's going to be okay, Mark. We'll figure this out! We just have to stay calm," Amy reassured him, rubbing his back to comfort him.

"Let's just try to get the others out for now. Then we can figure out how to help Ana. And maybe the other girls will be able to help us to help her," Ethan suggested.

Mark tried the other transmitters, and the same exact same thing happened. No matter how many times anyone tried, they couldn't quit the simulations. They tried quitting from the computers, and they got the same error screens.

"Any other ideas?" Tyler wondered.

"Can you call in a tech guy, or something? Someone from the company who created the software? You have their contact info, right?" Amy asked.

"Of course I do. I guess I have to call them. Let's just hope that they can send someone out immediately. We can't let anything worse happen to anyone."

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Dark ignored the pounding on the metal door as he walked away from it and pretended he couldn't hear Ana screaming on the other side of it. He had to find Wilford, his partner in crime.

Dark teleported, first checking the disco where Wilford spent most of his time. Nobody seemed to be there, although there were two empty martini glasses sitting on one of the coffee tables by the couches. That was a good sign that Wil had been there earlier with the girl.

He moved on to the next location: the pool at the Manor. Here too, he found evidence that Wil had been there before: that ridiculous pink afro he liked to wear was discarded on the ground. But Dark didn't want to waste his time looking around the place, so he continued searching elsewhere.

Dark finally found Wilford on the set where he occasionally took on a persona as a game or talk show host. He was currently hosting Disc of Riches, and when he noticed Dark, he stopped what he was doing to make a big deal of Dark's entrance.

"Ladies, gentleman, and all other configurations of being, give a big welcome to my friend, Darkiplier!" Loud music began playing, the crowd began clapping, and confetti rained down on Dark. Dark rolled his eyes, dusted the confetti off of his suit, and made his way briskly over to Warfstache.

"You know I don't like big introductions like that, Wilford," Dark groaned.

"Sorry Darky, I just can't help myself sometimes!" Wil apologized, playing with the suspenders he was now wearing.