I Want Him Gone ;A Markiplier/ Darkiplier story

What's Wrong With Me?

When I finished telling Wade my dream I was almost crying. Wade hugged me to make me feel a bit better. "It's OK man." He would tell me. I looked up at him. "Thanks man." I smiled at him and he smiled back. I got up and walked to the kitchen. I opened a cuboard and grabbed my box of Cheez Its.

I walked back to the living room. I flopped down on the couch with the box and started eating some. I gave Wade a handful. He started to eat some also. I turned the TV on and let Wade pick a channel. After the show ended he told me to choose something, luckily we liked the same things so I could pick anything. That's when Bob came out of the room. "Hey morons." He yawned.

He came over and sat down. The three muskateers together forever, I thought that at least. That was until something made me mad, like a trigger in my mind just went off. I started to yell at Wade. "I hate you Wade, so much. I really do!" "Mark? Are you OK?" Wade asked obviously confused. "No, I'm not. I can't look at you. I just..." I stopped myself. I started to cry. "Mark, what's wrong?" Bob asked. He was near me holding my Cheez Its.

I looked up and I started to laugh. Bob backed away slowly. Wade got up and almost started to. I stood laughing like how I do in Drunk Minecraft. I had an evil look in my eye. That's when a yellow streak slowly showed on the right side of my hair. I laughed so uncontrollably while walking towards the backing up Bob and Wade.

Then I fell. I snapped back out of my trance. Wade rushed over and put his hand on my back. "Mark, are you OK?" "Get rope. Get a... Rag or blind....blind fold." I could barely talk. Wade rushed off quickly leaving Bob with me. I looked up at him and noticed he was looking at me. We just... Stared at each other for what felt like hours. That's when Wade rushed back in with the things I told him to grab.

Wade and Bob lifted me up to my gaming chair. I felt drunk. Everything was dizzy and blurry so, I shook it away. Bob then backed up back to his spot he was standing at before. Wade tied me to the chair. "What do I do with this." Wade asked. I gave him my 'OMG-you-are-an-idiot' face. "Over my eyes." I told him sounding annoyed. He tied it over my eyes and thats when my stomach began to hurt.

Blood began to run from my eyes and the cloth became blood filled. I looked down at my stomach and Wade and Bob looked at me. "Mark, what's happening?" Wade asked. "I-I-I don't quite f-f-feel like myself." My stomach and head and everywhere was in pain now. I looked up and the red color of my eyes shown through the blood soaked cloth. I heard ripping.