I Want Him Gone ;A Markiplier/ Darkiplier story

I'm So Sorry.

*sniff* I woke to some smell. *sniff* It was familiar but different. I sat up and yawned realizing that I was on my couch. After I stretched, I scratched my chest since it itched but then I noticed that I had no shirt on.

I looked down and saw that I was only wearing boxers. I felt my face redden. "OK guys. Who was having Mark fun time?" I asked embarrassed. Both of the guys shook their head. "We both have women, so Why would we do that?" Bob asked. "I don't know. To mess around with me?" I said.

"OK Mark, let me tell you why you are only in boxers and why you woke up on the couch." Bob said walking over to me and sitting on the couch.

-time skip (because I'm too lazy)-

"So me and Wade moved you on the couch." Bob finished. I looked at both of them and laughed in their faces. "There is no way, no how I'm going to believe a terrible, made up, story like that." I said still laughing.

"Well then, go look in the mirror and see for yourself." Wade gestured to the bathroom. I shrugged and walked in there. I got in and Nothing was different or weird. The only thing that stood out was a black line one both sides of my face about an inch away from the end of my mouth to about two inches away from my ear.

"Oh nice job guys. Drawing on sleeping people." I said annoyed looking at them. "We didn't do that and open your mouth." Wade said. I opened my mouth to find my tongue and a few pointed teeth. "Wow, fake sharp teeth. Impressive guys." I said unimpressed.

Bob looked at me and said "open your mouth wider." I did what he told me and my mouth moved downward a thumb wider. "Don't you believe us?" Wade asked. "No, this is just some special effects." I sneered and that's when my hand started to shake.

I looked at it and my fingers grew longer to form claws. I opened my mouth a bit. "Now I believe you." I said shakily. "See, I told you so. It was not a made up story. You moron." Bob said.

That's when I got angry. He was being a smart alick. I raised my hand and swung at his face. He moved in time and I hit Wade's chest. Wade yelled in pain and he fell to the ground. Bob hurried and picked Wade up. He rushed into the kitchen to fix him.

I was alone in the bathroom. "Wade, i-i'm so sorry." I said under my breath. I lifted my bloody arm and stared at it. I had an instinct to taste the blood so I did. My snake-like tongue moved to my arm and lapped up some of Wade's missing blood. I didn't like it so I washed it off my arm but there were splatters on my shirt. I sighed.

I exited the bathroom and walked to the kitchen. Bob was cleaning up excess blood and then started to bandage Wade while a shirtless Wade was watching himself get bandaged. I walked in quietly. I coughed which made Bob and Wade lift their heads in my direction. "Hey Wade, I am really, terribly sorry. I have no idea in what made me want to slice Bob." I said, my head down.

Wade was crying a bit. "It's OK Mark. You can't control your happenings, and I understand. Just, don't let it happen again. OK?" He was calm surprisingly. "Don't worry buddy. It won't. I promise." I said.

I didn't know that I soon would break that promise and soon terrorize another one of my friends.