CONTROL| Markiplier fanfic

I back a away from Mark as he stumbled towards me, eyes to the floor. He could barely walk and had to use the wall for support.

"Mark?" I took one step towards him, but he put his hand in my way, stoping me in my tracks.

"Don't." He coughs. A dark liquid seeps from his mouth. "Go. Please." His voice is quiet and his lips barely move. I can't leave him like this. I run into the kitchen and grab the home phone, dialing 911. It rings and rings then I hear a click as the phone hangs up. I look over at the dial machine, where two fingers held down the button to hang up the phone. "Tsk..tsk..tsk, not so fast, Princess." I hear a dark voice so close behind, I can feel its ice cold breath on my neck.

"Why so eager to ruin the fun?" I slowly turn to face two pitch black eyes. The face and its wolfish smirk are familiar though.

"Mark?" I back away.

He scoffs. "Close..." he takes a few steps towards me. My eyes widen. Could it be? No...he's just a myth.

He must've noticed my realization because he lets out a laugh. "That's right, Princess. Dark is here..."

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Sara Collins still couldn't believe it. Her heart sank as she listened in on her television. Mark Fishbach is missing. Nobody has seen him for months, yet every time she hears about it, it's like hearing for the first time. At first everyone thought he was playing a cruel prank. Then his family began to worry deeply for him. After a whole week they knew something was wrong. Sara just didn't know she'd be the one to find out what...