The Angel And The Youtuber

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"Hello everybody, my name is Markiplier, and today I have some things to talk about."

Mark looked at his webcam, running his fingers through his hair. "I know I haven't been on social media or posted videos in a while. Believe me, that wasn't the plan. I know you all are dying for an explanation, so I'll tell you." He took a deep breath. "I was kidnapped."

"So, if you live in the LA area, then you've probably heard about the specimen that escaped from McFarland Labs about five months ago. That specimen, Jack, flew away from that place and landed in my backyard. He stayed at my house for two months, where I protected him. He told me everything that would happen there- how they'd abuse people, force them to eat too much, or not at all. They would do tests on everyone, and they would usually end up putting them through immense pain. They'd bring in little kids and keep them there for years, separating them from their families. Hell, he was even brought there shortly after his birth and was never allowed to leave, and he's 26 now."

"Eventually, the scientists found out that I had been hiding him at my house, and they broke in, not only taking him, but me, as well. All of a sudden, everything that he told me about, I started to experience. I was tested on. I was forced to eat so little, I lost five pounds in a week and ten overall. They put an orange liquid into my veins, and suddenly, I had another copy of myself. Jack had it worse, though- he was put through something the scientist call 'shock therapy', which is just another torture method they use on people that escape from the lab. We were both cut, burned, electrocuted, and so much more. Jack even had to make the decision for himself on whether he should live or die."

"Just yesterday, we were allowed to leave. I was taken back home immediately. I was left to be afraid of Jack's life- I didn't know what they were doing to him, or if he was still alive. At two in the morning, I woke up because someone was in my house. I went downstairs, and there he was, sleeping on my couch. I was relieved, until I moved closer to him." Tears filled Mark's eyes. "As a final punishment, the scientists took Jack's wings off. Jack woke up and screamed. He was in so much pain, he couldn't even stand."

"He's with me, now. We're both safe. We may not be perfect right now, but we're getting there. I'm slowly getting over what I've seen, and what I've been through. But I'm back, and I'll be getting back to recording videos soon. In the meantime, I'm still going to be away from social media and YouTube to give me time to heal. I love you all. Thank you."

He waved at the camera, then stopped recording. He didn't even bother with editing- he uploaded it straight to video. He didn't care about reading the comments, so he left his recording room, walking downstairs to Jack, who was watching a movie on the couch, bundled up in a blanket. He made room for Mark to sit, holding out his arms for Mark to join. Mark did so with a smile, sitting next to Jack and wrapping his arms around him.

"How was it?" Jack whispered.

"It was hard, but I had to do it. I just uploaded it."

"What do you think people will say?"

"I don't know. That's what I'm scared about."