You are best friends with the well-known Markiplier; a goofy YouTuber with some out-of-control floof. You think you know everything about him until one day, everything changed. A voice calls to you from the dark and another one beckons you soon after. Are you crazy, or is there actually more to this man than you originally thought?

You live in Cincinnati and love watching Markiplier, but ever since the first Darkiplier video you loved Dark even more. Until shit starts to get real. But what will be the outcome of the events. Contains language and very gruesome read at your own expense. Also this is relatively early...ish in Mark's channel, it's a little after raspy hill. Enjoy.

"Where am I..?"A dark figured walked slowly towards me and a deep southing voice filled the air "a place where dark is more comforting than light my sweet Y/n"

Your a 24 year old girl living with your boyfriend Markiplier, or Mark for short. Suddenly Mark acts strangely each night, until suddenly his dark side takes over.

Reader is the stereotypical fangirl....to a degree. Story is a Dark x Reader romance....pretty much. Story is normal, and tame.....not so much.

It's more than just a deal to agree to be the property of someone. It's not a life or death situation... maybe. It's a commitment. Why would you want to be owned by someone you don't love, or someone who doesn't love you? His words were "let's make a deal," not, "obey me or I'll kill you." He told you exactly what the deal was, just not the consequences. You agreed. It's not like you knew that things would end this way. What exactly was the deal? "You're mine, and only mine. I do with you what I please. You do what I want you to do. You obey me."

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!*

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You make a promise, not fully aware of its consequences. As things continue, your relation to this man begins to blur. Who are you to him? Someone special, or just a puppet in his grand scheme?