Markiplier vs. Darkiplier: The Oneshot

6th Night

        Dark watched the plan go through, but… he changed his mind and dove for Mark. He blew passed Demon and threw him off course. He landed on the floor near them. “When will you learn to not get in the way?” He growled and waved his arm. Tim was ripped from Mark and flew into the back wall.

            Mark watched Tim fly and closed his eyes to only hear Tim’s landing. He sobbed into the floor and curled up in pain as Dark moved closer. Demon kicked Light in the stomach and laughed as he watched Mark react.

            The torment started becoming unbearable and his screams echoed throughout the room. Dark smiled as he watched Mark’s last few minutes of breathing on his own.

            Demon held back Hero with little effort. Hero was holding onto Light who was still unconscious. Demon watched Dark change plans again and smiled.

            “Well, if I couldn’t be in control…” Demon said in a low voice. “It might as well be him anyway.”

            Dark looked at Mark’s face and forced him to roll onto his back. His tendrils kept him in place. “Don’t you know?” Mark looked up at Dark and tried to glare but the unpressured pain was too much. “Don’t you know that I always get what I want?” He put his staff near Mark’s head he smiled, “Must be time to break the oh-so-indestructible Markiplier.” He ended with a laugh. Dark moved closer to Mark’s face and put his hand on Mark’s torso. He closed his eyes and breathed in the pain as Mark’s dying screams engulfed him.

            Mark couldn’t move. He didn’t want to move. He had to move. But he just couldn’t fight anymore. He was only human. He didn’t have any special powers like they did. He tried to look away but Dark wouldn't let him. 

            “Don’t destroy yourself before I can do it.” Dark taunted, interrupting Mark’s panicked thoughts. He tilted his head and looked at Mark. His laugh ended with, “Maybe one day you won’t disappoint your fans.”

            Mark let out a long scream of deafening despair as that part of his soul was torn to pieces.  He was able to look away from Dark but it only made it worse. Dark said things that reflected his fears. Each statement made Dark stronger. Each statement hurt Mark. Each statement destroyed his soul bit by bit. Mark knew he wasn’t going to be able to fight forever.

          “You will never amount to anything in this world.” He lowered himself to Mark’s face.

           “Your life is pointless.” Dark growled into his ear.

        “You fans will never appreciate you.” He clenched his fist and the tendrils tightened their grip on Mark. Dark laughed softly to himself. 

            “You will let everyone down from this day forward,” Dark sneered with the cruelest of smiles.

            He grabbed Mark’s face and his red pupils looked into Mark’s fear filled honey brown eyes. Mark’s jaw fell open. Dark smiled as he heard a slient scream from him. A single tear fell from the corner of Mark's eye and went unnoticed.

            “And you will never,” Dark got closer, feeling the defeat in Mark’s soul, “Make people happy ever again.” His eyes turned all black. So did Mark’s.

            Mark was fading fast but he felt the burning that started from his torso and emanated out across his body. He couldn’t do anything to stop it. No one could do anything to stop it. It burned like hell and Mark was truly in hell. The bit left of his soul receded in defeat as Dark took over. Mark’s eyes shut forever as Dark put his other hand on his chest. Black tendrils surrounded them in a cocoon. His heart convulsed as the control shifted from light to dark.

            Dark started laughing, but it wasn’t his voice. It was Mark’s. But it wasn’t Mark. He wasn’t in control of his own body anymore. 

            The tendrils unwound themselves and Mark’s body moved in a series of awkward jerks as he stood up. The cocoon drifted away as Dark looked out at Hero who couldn’t look at him. Light was slowly fading away. Dark tilted his head and smiled at Demon. Darkness flowed from Dark’s new body and surrounded him like a pet. It nudged into his hand and faintly formed into a large fluffy dog with red eyes. 

            Dark’s smiled disappeared and he turned to what was clanging around then ran out to the living room.

            This version of Mark was wearing a pink mustache, a striped suit and was very energetic. He stood in the middle of the room, fists on his hips and stuck out his chest. “Hey everybody…”

            Dark waved his hand and let out a faint laugh. As quickly as he had arrived, Wilfred Warfstache had left the scene, not of his own doing.

            Hero finally gained the courage to open his eyes to see what had happened. Light had disappeared completely from his arms and he looked down at Mark’s body as it stood there and looked at him with Dark’s eyes.

            “Mark…” Hero whispered and attracted Demon’s attention. 

            Demon started laughing and looked at Dark.

Dark held his arms out and his smile was accompanied by a sinister laugh. His eyes pierced into the saddened Hero and said, “I win.” His statement molded Mark's voice into his and his laughter signaled the eternal end of Mark Fischbach.