You are a witch living with Markiplier. One day a spell goes horribly wrong and you end up cursing him, and one of his friends too! Also known as the story of how Darkiplier and Antisepticeye came to be.
An: Warnings for torture. Not to be taken lightly. Vomit. Like it gets on you.
You woke what felt like hours later to find yourself laying in your bed, tucked in lovingly up to your chin. Downstairs there was arguing. Muted, but definitely argumentative. You shuffled downstairs, shaking off the bizarre dream you'd had. "We need to protect (Y/n)." It was Sean. "Mark the fans-"
"I can't just leave her. Besides you heard those two. She's clearly supernatural. Maybe she can fix it."
"This is a problem for other reasons. You can't know I possess magic." You crossed your arms. "If another witch finds out we could all three be killed before the demons do it themselves."
Mark absorbed this in silence, thinking about it. "They said for you to stay here, but I don't like that." His eyes plead for you to understand.
You uncrossed your arms to gesture widely. "Mark I'm in this relationship too. I love you the same."
X
You were cooking dinner when they came back. All at once the arm wrapped lovingly around your waist turned into an iron grip that was crushing you. You were shoved hard away from the stove and hit your head on the floor. Dizzy and confused you looked up into the eyes of Darkiplier. He stood calmly looking down at you as if he had not just shoved you hard enough to make you bleed. "Little witch. Plot and scheme all you wish. My partner and I are not going anywhere."
Partner? As in- "Yes. As in life partner, as you humans have a rather poor way of putting it. Words can in any human language cannot describe the things we do to one another." You sobbed at the thought of Mark doing dirty things with someone other than you, even if he weren't in control of his body. Dark moved closer and switched the stove off before bending at the knee to get nice and close, voice low as if talking to a child. "This is my body now. Get used to it." He was gone in the time it took you to blink. You began to cry from your place on the floor, curled and helpless. This was cruel.
Gentle hands rubbed the top of your head and you looked up to see Sean, with his floof of green hair smiling down at you. There was no gaping gash on his neck. This was the man, the human. "I'm sorry. We can't control what they do with our bodies." He blushed a little. "If it makes you feel any better, I don't look when it's happening. I close my eyes." You sniffled. It did make you feel better. Sean gently stroked your hair before yanking you in for an unexpected hug. "I'm so fookin' scared. This guy...he cuts my body just to see how quickly he can heal it. He...he says things about you." Sean was whispering in your ear.
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He pulled back with a serious look when you started to talk. "I'm so sorry. This is all my fault." You looked at your appearance in the mirror. It had gone back to normal while you slept but sadly the demons remained in your lover and his best friend. "I'm so sorry." You said again and your voice cracked this time. He gave you a soft smile and was opening his mouth to talk.
"Awe that's cute." You were confused, watching him reach into his pocket. He pulled out a knife and began to draw it over his throat, creating a gash that stayed, unbleeding except for the initial line of blood. His eyes flickered black and his whole appearance glitched like an early video game. You took a step back into the wall, scrambling still on the floor. You stood and pushed past him, almost to the bathroom on the ground floor when a hand yanked you back. "You think you can atone for you've done?" He laughed hellishly. "You've plunged these two poor fuckers lives into an eternity of pain and suffering. Never to die. Never to fully live again."
You cried and tried to wrench your arm free, causing yourself to release a gush of magic, making the lamp on the wall shelf shatter and fly in all directions. A piece of colored glass cut your cheek. Anti zoomed in on the blood, pulling you closer and licking it off your face. You shuddered and whimpered in his iron grasp. He pulled out his knife and slid your shirt up to just above your belly button. "Hold still or this is going to hurt. Maybe kill ya. I don't really care, but Dark has this weird attachment to ya." The Irish demon hovering over you began to cut into your skin. You screamed for Mark. You couldn't help it. What was he carving? Letters? It felt like letters. "MARK!" You cried breathlessly. "MARK PLEASE! HE'S KILLING ME!" Anti smiled fiendishly and stood back after what felt like an eternity.
You shakily looked down to see what he had down and nearly passed out at the sight of all the blood. Sure, some of your spells called for blood, but never this much and never human. Property of Anti. There was an artish swirl to the lettering that you may have admired in a game or a movie, but this was real and this was permanently on your skin. On YOUR belly. Your eyes threatened to roll back into your head, but Anti tsked. "If you pass out I'm gonna hurt 'em both." Vomit rose in your mouth and passed your lips. It spilled all over the floor and onto Anti's shoes. You raised your head shakily to meet his eyes.
"I'm sorry! Please don't-" He was laughing.
"You're so fookin' eager to keep 'em both safe. It's funny. Because we're going to hurt them anyway." You fell to your knees in the sticky vomit and shook your head in total disbelief. You wished you had not ditched your training the week before demonic possession studies now more than ever. It was ironic how much you had fucked yourself over. You let out a bitter laugh, that swelled into full blown giggles. You were giggling when Anti pulled you up out of the mess with one hand and looked you in the eyes. "Broken already? That's no fun." You reared your head back and smashed your forehead into the bridge of his nose to make him drop you. Instead he cracked his broken nose back into place and threw you casually across the room where you cracked your head again.
He was on you in an instant, pressing a boot to your throat and leaning down. Your world swam and grew darker with each passing moment.
X
You jolted awake and your hands flew to your middle. It was bandaged, indicating it had not been a horrific nightmare as you may have wished. But who-Who had taken time to bandage it in this house of demons? There was a note and a glass of water on the bedside table.
(Y/n), I've made a deal with Darkiplier. As long as he doesn't hurt you, I won't fight him for control. Please...be good. He says I'll be back later.
You held the note close to your chest and cried. This really was all your fault. There was nothing you could do. Except maybe-except maybe reach out to your teacher. "Esther."
