Is Ignorance Bliss? // A Heist with Markiplier FanFic

Is Ignorance Bliss?

The portrait of Mark melts, the paint flaking off in chunks which fall to the floor in a curtain of rubble.

"Same snake different skin"

Its only now that the ringing echoes in their ears, a constant hum roar assaults their very senses.

"Always spinning his yarns, his webs.. his lies" It's here that he finally shows himself, his form glitching as the final word escapes his lips in a reverberating snarl.

Darkiplier is as elusive, coarse as he had always been. Although his eyes as he regarded them didn't seem like they remembered them as the District Attorney all those years ago... it was hard to know if he was evil or a victim created in the carnage of Actor Marks schemes.

Either way, it may have been the light, or their naive hopes that thought that those dark eyes didn't seem so cold as they met theirs.

And if he could sense Y/N's recognition he seems to calm himself, his posture relaxed and tone thoughtful as he continues, but they could have been wrong as they notice the almost menacing glint in his eyes which spoke otherwise of his calm facade.

"I always thought that you were-" his form distorts, folding into itself as he hisses the word "Trapped- in his games, perpetually plunging down the rabbit holes of his stories"

He once more fractures, this time a stark red which glares at them forcefully bleeding on-top of his original figure who continues as if nothing were amiss. "helpless.. lost.."

Their heart skips fearfully in their chest at the sudden way the distant ringing peaks in a sudden crescendo. "I know the feeling" Dark hisses, spiteful as he grits his teeth. There's red shadowing behind him in a glitching shadow seeming to emphasise the hate encasing him.

Then in a blink its gone and their left with the image of Dark standing before them, hands clasped behind his back. "Perhaps..." once more he glitches, this time duplicates of himself are projected behind him as he nearly laughs out the words. "I'm the crazy one" he finishes, his face once more distorting in blurring jerking motion before he quickly moves on.

Dark begins to walk forward, a larger red version of himself just a step behind his movements fades in and out of form as he goes. "Perhaps, we've met a hundred times already and you simply don't remember it?"

"Perhaps you're tired of me repeating myself over..." his form splits once more, echoing the words as Dark continues to speak over the top of the other forms of himself. "Over and over and over and over again" he growls the last words, voice scathing as one of his forms all but screams the words in a fit of rage.

And then it's just Dark, standing opposite them at a lone table. A wine-glass resting between them as Dark once more stands with his hands behind his back.

"Or maybe you just miss my pretty face?" He grins, teeth glinting in a parody of something which on anyone else would have been welcoming. His eyes are dark, void like pits which only cause the hair to stand on the back of their neck as a close-up of his expression is projected behind him in a crimson version of himself.

"It doesn't matter" tension leeches his form as he sighs the words, eyes returning to their usual hue as he straightens.

Transfixed by the deadly grace he displays, Y/N can only watch as he swallows suddenly, eyes darting over their form to once more meet their gaze. The action causes their heart to skip but from just what they're not sure, before they can question Dark speaks once more.

"People like you only want one thing" suddenly his form splits once more, echoes of red and his usual hue project behind him, screaming as they cave in on themselves, pain and anguish lining every crevice of his expression.