Markiplier vs. Darkiplier: The Oneshot

Night 1

                                         “There is no Light without a Dark”

         A long day of recording Five Nights at Freddy’s and mostly failing deserved a nice long sleep. Mark walked into his room and changed into his logo pajama pants. He made his way into the bathroom, turned on the light and leaned on the counter.

He looked at his reflection and swore he saw dark circles around his eyes, but when he blinked, they were gone. He proceeded to take off his glasses and wash his face, thinking nothing of it. Thinking maybe it was his mind playing tricks on him from all those horror games.

After wiping off his face he turned off the light and climbed into bed. He reached for his Tiny Box Tim plushie, cuddled it, put his glasses on the night stand and turned off the light. Left in the dark, and his thoughts, Mark tried to sleep.

In his dream, he quickly identified the security screen of Five Nights at Freddy’s. He didn’t dare look up from the screen. Instead he looked at the difference screens recording the different areas of the building. Pirate’s Cove hadn’t moved. Ducky was in her place, as were the others.

“They won’t move, Mark.” He heard his voice speak to him.

Mark looked up and froze. He was looking at himself, but red eyes instead of brown.

“They’re scared of me.” He continued. “And they should be.”

“Who are you?” Mark asked after a moment of silence.

“I am you,” He replied, cocking his head to one side, smiling. “But I’m Dark, the dark version of you.” He leaned back onto the table the phone sat on. “But I’m not the worst one.” Dark looked at the door on the left.

Mark couldn’t move. The lights shut off and the sounds of power fell silent. All Mark could do is stare at the empty, dark doorway until the all too familiar theme song started playing in sync to the blinking eyes of Foxy.

Dark stared through the doorway as well, but was free to move. He crossed his arms over his chest and looked down. He let out a partial laugh. “Come on, if you want to scare him, scare him.” He spoke over the theme song that soon morphed into a demented skipping song.

Unable to move, Mark watched as the white lights of the face turned black with red pupils and the smile turned into a much scarier smile. The eyes blinked at him.

Stepping into the room, this form, this version of Mark held the head of Freddie himself. The head had been brutally ripped off by this version of Mark. Oil was dripping from wires and all over his hands like it had just been done.

This version of Mark spoke with a very deep, scary voice. It was a tone that Mark hadn’t been able to make himself.

“Hello, Mark.” He faced Mark and held onto the head. “You’ve met my friend, Dark. And he’s right. I’m the one that should scare you.”

The theme song slowly played again. Dark left the room and was soon followed by the Mark carrying Freddy’s head.

Left in the dark once more, Mark’s head was forcibly turned to the door and couldn’t move as the theme song played at normal speed. Foxy’s face lit up and blinked with the song, which was over quickly.

Mark knew what was next in the darkness. A loud metallic screech and then game over.

The silence seemed never-ending. Each tense moment passed slower than the previous.

“Run!” Foxy’s screech echoed around the room and he turned from the doorway then ran back down the hall.

Mark sprung up in his bed. His arm wrapped around his little biscuit and he fumbled around for the light switch. He sat in bed and tried to calm down. He leaned on his arm and breathed until his heart rate dropped back down.

“Maybe I played that game too much,” he tried to reason with himself.

He took a deep breath and relaxed into the comfort of his bed covers. Holding Tim tight to his chest, he rolled onto his side and tried to sleep again.