I Want Him Gone ;A Markiplier/ Darkiplier story

Ken, I'm...

After Wade passed out and the notes disappeared, I ran to my room. As soon as I got in I started packing. I grabbed lots of shirts and pants, plus my daily materials. I grabbed another suitcase and filled it with my recording equipment. I had no idea where I would go but, I know I'd find somewhere.

After I finished I walked out to the living room and whistled. Bob looked at me and I put my suitcases down. "Where are you going?" Bob asked. I sighed shrugging. "I know I'll find somewhere. I might just have to ask one of my friends." I hugged Bob and we both started to cry. I then stood infront of the couch over top of Wade. I bent down and hugged him. "I'm so sorry Wade. I just hope that you end up living a better life then I will." Tears dripped off of my face to Wade's grey shirt.

I walked to my bags and picked them up. I looked back and waved then Bob did the same, that's when I left. I stood outside of my apartment and thought about what I was doing but, I ended up getting in my car to drive to one of my friends house. I didn't call or text him, I just was going.

The drive was boring and full of thoughts of what might or could happen and what did happen. I got there soon and left my bags in my car. I wanted to make sure it was OK with Ken first but, that's when I didn't feel so good. I walked up to his door and knocked on it and banged the glass a bit to get his attention, which it did.

He opened the door and before he could say anything I started. "Hey friend, how's it going?" I asked smiling. I heard whispering but payed no attention to them. "Hey Mark. What are... Uh you doing here?" Ken looked behind him. "Oh just here see a friend. So uh, can I come in?" I said still smiling from ear to ear. "You can't" Ken looked down at my chest so he didn't have to make eye contact. "Uh, Why not?" I asked.

"Well, I have things to do." Once again he looked behind him. "Oh, Well I can help." I said and started walking in through the door. Ken started to laugh and began to shut it. "Oh, you can't it's um... Family problems." He said smiling a bit. "So bye Mark." Ken started closing the door on me more. "Ken, please no. Let me in." I begged.

The door was then in my face. I grabbed the door handle and started to turn it and shake it yelling Ken's name and yelling for him to let me in. Nothing worked so I left the door and went to the side of the house. Luckily there a sliding glass door and I saw a chance. I banged into the door on purpose. Ken got up and started closing the blinds.

"Ken let me." I yelled. "No Mark, sorry I can't." He said then locked the door. I grabbed the handle and started pulling it but then left that. I ran around to the back door and opened it quietly. I got behind Ken to see he was backing up right infront of me.

He turned around. "Hey buddy, how's going?" I started to yell smiling. "It's nice to see you. It's been so long." Ken was so confused. "How did you get in my house?" Ken asked. "Oh don't worry about that but you know, friends don't lock their friends out of the house" I started laughing insanely. I grabbed his bear hat and put it on him, and held the ends. "But that's OK. Were gonna spend the whole day playing fun games. Playing games all day, everyday day, just you and me. We are going to have such a fun time."

At this moment I picked up an item that looked and felt heavy enough. I raised it over my head and hit Ken in the head with it. I knocked him out. I grabbed his arms and started pulling him to his recording room. I sat him in his chair and placed tape over his mouth. I drew a smile on it and grabbed myself a bear hat.

I turned on his camera. "See, I told you we were gonna fun." I licked my lips and laughed at the camera. "Stay toasty, my friends." Then I turned the camera off. I took the bear hat off and stood over top of Ken.

That's when I snapped back. I looked horrified at the motionless body of my friend. I knew he was just knocked out but, I still couldn't handle it. "Ken, I'm..... So sorry. I have to go." I ran out of his house and got in my car. Tears were rolling down my cheeks. I needed to go somewhere else.

Just away.

Far away.