ONE-SHOTS (YouTubers x Reader)

Day 22 H̷a̷l̴l̴o̵n̶e̵-̴s̶h̴o̵t̴s̶

(Y/n) P.O.V.

I knock on Mark's door for the fourth time. He wanted to do a collab, but he hasn't answered. I even tried texting him and Amy. I turn to leave, but jump at the sound of his door opening. He seems a bit pale, and his eyes are darkened, but he has a small smile so I don't think much of it. "Mark, you scared me. Where were you? Go deaf or something? And Amy?" He doesn't answer. "Mark?" He just stands there with that weird smile. "Mark, you're scaring me. Is this a prank? Where's the camera." I try laughing it off, but when finally does speak, it sends a icy cold chill down my spine.

"Don't go. It's showtime." Mark grabs my forearm. Tightly. I try to pull away, but his grin gets tighter. "Mark, stop! You're hurting me!" I keep pulling, but to no avail. "Don't worry, pet." He presses his hand against my forehead, and my vision goes dark.

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Before I open my eyes I happen to notice the hard material I'm laying on. Then I hear a weird scraping sound. Part of me is like 'five more minutes' but I force my eyes open anyways. I'm in a small wooden space. I'm in a coffin. I start to panic. I can hardly move, but my chest heaves quickly.

"Help! Somebody! Please!" I hear Mark call to me. "Don't bother, pet. It's just me around here." I quickly realize the sounds were the shovel throwing dirt. I don't know how far down I am, how much dirt I'm covered in, or what the fuck is happening, but I do know this. He's burying me alive. My breathing increases speed.

"Let me out, please let me out!" I thrash about as much I can in the minimal space, crying my eyes out as one of my worst fears comes true.

"You know he's screaming, begging, for me to stop." I hear Mark's muted voice through my tantrum. Despite my confusion all I can focus on is means of escape. "Just like Amy. And Ethan. They've probably run out of air by now..."

Oh god...what has he done?

"Now you, next Tyler. The more people he cares about that get hurt, the weaker he becomes. He deserves this. He destroyed everything I cared about." This sounds like his story for Darkiplier, but this is impossible. It can't be real. It has to be some sort of multiple personality symptom. It has to be. This isn't real. "Mark, I know your in there. You're stronger than this, please stop!"

"He can't do anything anymore. So sorry you had to be collateral damage, dear. Nothing personal."

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Dark pat the ground smooth when the dirt was finally set. He could hear Mark screaming from within, seeing his friends be hurt and not being able to do a thing. Dark felt no remorse, only satisfaction.

"Could you live with yourself now? Looking at these hands? The hands that murdered them all? Look at what you've done." Dark receded in Mark's mind, letting him creator take control. Mark no longer had a will to move on. He sunk to his knees, buried his face I his hands, and sobbed.