ONE-SHOTS (YouTubers x Reader)

Day 20 H̷a̷l̴l̴o̵n̶e̵-̴s̶h̴o̵t̴s̶

Mark P.O.V.

I get home, walking inside tiredly. It's been a year. A year since our little 5 year old was taken by sickness. "Amy, I'm back." I call out, letting the dogs off their leashes. I don't get a response, so I look for her. I figure she's in our room, so I head there first. It passes (Y/n)'s faded stickered door, which is open. It's never open. I look inside to find Amy standing in the middle of the room, seemingly distraught in finding something.

"Amy? What are you doing in here?"

"Mark! I heard her..."

I sigh, walking side to wrap my arms around her. "I know how hard it is. I know that today is awful. I hear her too. Her calling out to us. I wish it was real."

"No, Mark. I really heard her." Amy insists, breaking from me to look around the room again. "Amy, that's impossible."

"You have to trust me on this. She called for me. She begged me to open to door, to see me, to see us! She's here." Amy throws her hands in the air for emphasis. "Come on, lets just go lay down for a little bit." I try to coax her to a calmer state. "No, I swear I-" She stops at the sound of talking.

"Don't be silly, Daddy. It's not bedtime." I freeze on the spot. Back where her curtains lay, the outline of her little body can be seen. I don't know if I want to jump for joy and hug her close, or scream and run. This isn't...it's not right. Not natural. "Besides, I still want to play a game." Through the curtains, red eyes shine through.

"No, no, no." I mutter. Not my daughter. Why'd it have to be my daughter. What ever this is, using her against us, it's cruel. I guess Amy must agree because she allows me to be her backwards out of the room slowly. We close the door behind us. Just as it's closed, she slams onto the door. "Mommy, Daddy, come back. I'm scared and lonely. I wanna come back. I want to play! I want to play! I want to play!" Her voice slowly becomes more demonic as she speaks. "Play with me, or you will suffer!"