This was originally a collection of one shots with either Mark (Markiplier) or Jack (Jacksepticeye), but I'm changing it to have other YouTubers as well as them, so the first 20 chapters are just Jack and Mark. After that will be variety. It will st...
I can't shake this strange feeling I've been having all day. It's not sickness, more like concern. Intuition? I'm not sure. But I know I don't like it. The thing is, this isn't new. I've felt this before. Its sinister yet familiar. Am I losing my mind? It's 5 o'clock. Its plenty bright out. So why does it all seem so dark. Like all hope is lost. Maybe I should just go home. I find my manager and get the okay to leave.
I get in my car, driving tensely. "There's nothing to be worried about." I reassure myself quietly. But as I say so, I look into my rearview mirror. I see a person. Its only a split second...but I can see him clearly. The scare is enough to make me pull over on the side of the road and whirl around. There's nobody. But that isn't right. I know it isn't. I saw him. "Hello?" I whisper, not expecting an answer.
And yet I get one.
A deep chuckling. It's not very loud, but enough for me to be on edge. It's like hearing a laugh from across the street. Muted but there. "I'm...I'm losing my mind." I decide, turning around to face the road again. "I assure you, you are not." The baritone voice says. I look in the mirror. There he is. Cold fear grips my heart. I turn to face him, but he isn't seated in the back. I suppose I can only see him in the mirror. However, I don't plan on staying and chatting.
I reach for the doorhandle, but the doors all look on their own. "Let me out!" I cry. I start banging on the window trying to get anyones attention. "Fragile human...it's futile to try an escape me." But I don't stop. My will to live is stronger. I guess he isn't so amused by my actions anymore because he snaps. "Quit that!" His voice is deep and commanding. And almost like an echo. He grabs my hair, pulling me into the back. I kick and struggle, but he is stronger.
He pins me against the car seat, his hand putting pressure against my throat. His eyes are pure black orbs, his skin pale grey. He can't be human. Either that or he can't be real. "What do you want with me?" I choke out. He smirks, chuckling lowly. "Why, (Y/n), I just wanted to hear your voice." My eyes widen. "How did you-"
"I know many things. Like the fact that you don't know who I am. What you've done to me. But it doesn't matter. You deserve to be broken." The world goes dark as the bones in my neck are snapped out of place.
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With a shuddering gasp, I wake up. I look around my room frantically. The blood rushes in my ears. "...stange." I decide, standing up, shaking lightly. Then chills run down my spine.
"I'm still here, (Y/n)."
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