One fateful night, you decide to go out with your friend for a little party, as is how all adventures start. Almost immediately, you are thrust into a situation that you never thought possible; a war between two demons: Darkiplier and Antisepticeye. As the fight between former friends becomes more and more heated, you must choose a side. You are (somehow) the key to ending it, but you don't know which demon is good and which one is using you. Blood will be spilt, treachery is ensured, death is on the horizon, and it could be all your fault. This is my first story, so you will see major plot holes, to be honest with you. It also starts off a bit slow and cliché, but it will get better after five or so chapters (I hope), so I hope you enjoy! Although it says "X Reader", it is not a love story, so I apologize for those of you who were looking for a good romance story. This is not one of them.

Darkiplier is the good guy for once yet that doesn't change his evil nature but you can't help but fall for that devilish grin

highest ranking #1 in markiplier & darkiplier; - "Do you not recognize me, my love? I've missed you so badly," He whispered into her ear, his hands gingerly grazing her exposed arms. "W-Who are you? (Y/n) asked, taking a step away from him. His chuckle echoed in her mind, sending chills down the girl's spine. "My dear, don't shy away from me. You don't want this to end like it did last time, do you? ; a who killed markiplier fanfic

It was only a matter of time before he returned, and you knew it would happen. There was nothing you could do to escape this...

It was funny to believe that Y/N thought that everything had finally come to an end. But no, that's not how the game works. She didn't get rid of me at all, in fact she did possibly the worst thing anyone could've done: let me escape, let me flee...to recover...and grow to my full potential. And now that the Host and Anti are out and about, there's going to be a whole new twist in this little tale. I sure hope Y/N is prepared for my arrival... P.S. Be prepared to choose your own story!

It was dark and ominous. The wall you pressed yourself upon was cool and dank. A rancid smell reached your nostrils, making you gag. It was the stench of death. Something horribly wet and sticky dribbled down your back, gliding along your spine. You startle, reaching a hand back and swiping up some on your fingers. You bring them close to your face, squinting to see. It was a dark, crimson liquid, viscous like syrupy honey. In horror, you realize it was blood. You spin around and back up, discovering more of the life blood splattered over the wall, conveying a message. Terrified but unable to help your curiosity, you peer closely, trying to translate. We're coming for you. Almost there. "We're here." PS, all the art (unless I say so) belongs to me. *The cover is not mine!*

"They're just nightmares, get over yourself...you are not special.." "Not special?? You're the most special human I've ever laid eyes on," a shadowed figured spoke from the corner of the room.

"I'm not your toy!!" my voice was hoarse from screaming. "Not my toy? Is that really what you think?! You're right!" Dark sat in front of me, kneeling. "A toy you can play with, you're everything to me. I can make you do anything I want, and you'll like it, princess"