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Tainted Dreams

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[Darkiplier x Reader, with implied Markiplier x Reader. 2nd Person POV (I/You/She)]

Wow, you loved what you did.

When you told people you made YouTube videos, they accepted it easily, but as a CAREER? Hardly anyone believed it. How could you make money by playing games and goofing off?

Well, either by being hilariously bad at it, or totally fucking awesome at it. You happened to be the latter.

On top of being absolutely boss at video games, you were also extremely sarcastic, and not afraid to get a little silly from time to time. Your fans absolutely loved you. Anything from Indie Horror to Comedy to Drama, any game tossed at you was completed with ease, and you were pretty funny while doing it. But of course, there's no better video for YouTube gamers than when playing with OTHER YouTube gamers!

That, of course, is why making a huge Prop Hunt video with some other Famous YouTubers for your 1,000,000 subscriber special made the most perfect sense.

"I demand a hint!" You heard Pewdie say over the Skype call. "Hint me with your best shot!"

Everybody had a quick laugh, and you tapped your fingers delicately on your desk, trying to think of how to give him a hint that wasn't obvious. You were a book, laying hidden in plain sight on a shelf. Mark, who was on your team, had tried hiding in the same room, but was so painfully obvious ("Why is there a third couch in here?") that he had been dead for almost the whole game. So, before you could give a hint, Mark beat you to the punch.

"She's in a good spot, you know? But I think if you read into it, you'd catch her pretty easily," Mark said. You laughed, nodding your head a bit.

"That's a good hint Mark," You said with a smile, ignoring the angry complaints from Pewdie that no, that was not at all a good hint. Mark was one of your fellow gamers, and you absolutely adored him. You both watched each others videos, did collabs whenever possible, and now that he was moving up to Los Angeles, the same place you lived, you guys had planned to do a bunch of things together. Speaking of, this was the first collab you two had where he was actually in Los Angeles.

His channel was much older than yours, so you were a fan of him before you even started your own YouTube career. You can even remember fondly that period where you were a fangirl of him, and would have done anything just to give him a hug. Even now, he was one of your best friends, but if it weren't for the fact that he hardly showed any real hints of liking you, you'd ask him out in a heartbeat.

"[Name], hey," Cry's voice cut through your thoughts, and you blinked your eyes back into focus.

"Hu-AH!" You yelped in surprise when a hunter on your screen threw a grenade and killed you.

"Got you," Cry said, then laughed loudly, causing everyone else to laugh along. You yourself were no good, and nearly had to wipe tears from your eyes as you laughed yourself silly.

"Damn it, man!" you squeaked, clapping your hands together. While the screen loaded and Pewdie and Cry hid, you decided to engage in the chat again, dropping your thoughts and focusing on the game.

"That wasn't very fair, since you were so damn tiny," Pewdie said, causing you to roll your eyes.

"I didn't break any rules. Mark was just easier to find because he was big!"

"So big. I'm so big." Well, if that didn't send you into another hysterical fit of laughter, nothing will. Mark could hardly keep a straight face at his shenanigans either, and took to laughing along with you. 

"Mark! There is a lady here!" Cry said sarcastically, just as the round began. You shook your head calmly, taking note of an up and starting headache. You probably needed to stop laughing so much.

"Aw come on! [Name] has no problem with me talking about how big I am, right?" You laughed a bit more, and that sent another wave of pain through your head.

"Mark, keep it classy," you said mockingly firmly, making sure to check the room you spawned in before moving around the rest of the map. You heard Pewdie laugh at your statement, and smiled because yes, you were funny. That's always a good reassurance.

For the next hour, you played full of laughs and excitement. You were super excited for the special to go up, but still though, the headache that was pulsing in your head had yet to go away. You had thought it was something to do with your intense laughter, but even after being calm for a while, it hadn't gone away. It still throbbed painfully, and you honestly couldn't think of any reason why.

"Hey guys, I think I might want to cut it here," you say suddenly, bringing your hand up to rub your forehead.

"Why's that?" Cry said. You took your other hand off the keyboard and went to pause the game.

"Not feeling too hot, y'know? Got a fierce headache." You ended the game and minimized it, pulling Skype open and entering the Group Chat you had made between the four of you. You assume everyone did the same.

"Maybe you should rest, or like, take some advil. Tell your head to listen to you. How dare it disobey!" Felix said, and you chuckled a bit at his never-ending humor. 

"Yeah, I'm probably just gonna go take some medicine and go to bed."

"Right now?" Cry asked. "But what about all the footage and stuff you need to edit?"

"Shit, you're right." You sighed and turned your recorders off, only leaving on your microphone for the chat.

"I could edit it for you," Mark said suddenly, shocking you.

"Really, Mark? That'd be incredible, actually. But I couldn't ask it of you, you have your own videos to edit and stuff."

"Meeeh don't even worry!" he said, a bit too happily for someone who just agreed to hours of editing, "You only get a million subscribers once, so it's important that you get this up as soon as you can, and my videos can wait for a little bit."

"Suck-up," Pewdie whispered into his microphone, causing Cry to giggle.

"Wow, that's fantastic. I'll send you the raw stuff." You ignored Felix's interruption and instead focused on saving the video files to send to Mark. You heard them all say their goodbyes, and threw in your own little thank you's for them helping with your special. Cry left first, followed by Pewdie, leaving you and Mark. After closing the group chat and opening a personal, you sent him the files. 

Markiplier  Get some sleeps, okay?
Markiplier  I'll have the video ready in the morning, I think. 

What an absolute sweetheart. You say goodnight and shut down your computer, stretching in your chair. You blinked a couple times, and while the pain seemed to dim a bit, it was still pretty intense. Damn it. You stand and stretch again, turning away from your desk and walking into your bedroom. You vaguely reminded yourself to get medicine, but decided it'd be better to just sleep it off. So, after changing into your pajama's and flopping ever so gracefully onto your bed, that's exactly what you did.

Now, you knew for a fact you were a vivid dreamer. A lot of your dreams were, while you couldn't control them, so realistic, that you had a hard time telling if the events actually happened in real life or not. It was just a natural thing for you. But THIS particular dream was unlike any other. You had control over your every move. You knew it wasn't real, but at some degree, it was. It was like you were waking up in an alternate world.

"Hm, didn't expect to see you so soon," you hear before you even open your eyes. The sensation rolling through your body is enough to tell you that this was a dream. Yet, you feel like you're still just lying in bed. "If I would have known that you had planned to sleep so early, I would have tried a bit harder to make myself at home, but, you can only do so much in an hour."

"Hmprhf?" you mumble, throwing your hand up and nearly slapping yourself as you go to rub your eyes. You sit up, begrudgingly opening one eye to see just where the hell you ended up.

It was a room, just about the size of your own bedroom, but much more empty. A single light hung from the ceiling, giving the room an eerie, dim glow. The bed was the same as yours, but from the looks of things, none of your other furniture was around. There was a door, but it was closed and, as it looked, locked. The only other thing there was a large arm-chair tucked into the corner.

After a few seconds of blinking and readjusting your sight, you notice that there's someone sitting in said chair. Probably the guy who was just talking. You scoot to the edge of the bed, near him, wondering how your dreams would have taken such an odd form of surrealism. It remained completely silent for a while. After a few moments, just as you were about to ask who he was, he leaned forward, letting his face fall into the light.

"Welcome," said Mark. Was it Mark? No, Mark didn't speak like that. It was certainly his voice, but it had an odd undertone to it that Mark never used. It sounded malevolent, malicious, all these dark, twisted things that Mark never was. This person looked like Mark, and sounded like Mark, but it wasn't him.

"Explain yourself," you gulped back your fear, stating the command as firm as you could manage. Yet still, the impersonator in front of you merely hid their face in their elbow to laugh. After his little fit of giggles passed, he sighed and looked back up at you, eyebrow arched in a condescending matter.

"You really think that scaring me is going to work?" Not-Mark asked, as if it were the silliest thing in the world. You nodded slowly, and that nearly made him laugh again. A look of realization dawned on him, and he leaned back in his chair, out of the light. "Do you know where you are?"

"A dream," you replied simply. That was obvious, wasn't it? He chuckled, something deep that made his whole chest rumble, and shook his head, the light just barely outlining his shape, the rest of him a silhouette.

"Well, yes and no. When you fell asleep, your mind became vulnerable enough to where your subconscious self was dragged into-y'know, let's not complicate things. Basically, you're in your subconscious. How about that?" He reached up to rub his jaw, awaiting your response.

"Okay then, makes enough sense for now," you said, then lean forward, closer to him. "What does that have to do with it?" Enough without the light, you could see him grin before he did the same, resting his forearms on his knees.

"I'm new here, if you haven't noticed. Now that I'm here, I've settled myself in a deep crevice in your subconscious mind. From where I've made myself comfy, I can feel your heartbeat rising, your brainwaves quickening, and the adrenaline caused by your beautiful fear pumping through your veins. Ergo, if you can't put the pieces together, your cheap scare tactics aren't going to work on me, because I can tell already, you're scared of me." Your eyes widened, and his grin only stretched farther across his face. "Your heartbeat spiked a bit. Did that frighten you?"

"Why are you Mark? I mean, shit, why do you look like him?" you nearly demand, trying to calm yourself down from your panic. You couldn't lie when you said this freaked you out, but if this guy knows when you're scared, then there wasn't really another option. Not until you knew his intentions.

"Oh, no, you were on the right track with the first one," he said, leaning back again and tapping his fingers together. "See, you didn't make me. Mark did. Which is why I take after him in looks."

"Okay..." you waited patiently for him to expand, but he didn't. So, that was how it was going to be. "Why are you in my mind then?"

He sighed, leaning further back on the chair. "Very long story, but let's simplify it. Essentially, Mark created me in his own subconscious. I am a piece of him. A part. A creation of his own mind. I don't plague his dreams, obviously, I can't. He created me, and I can't use him, he can only use me. Which he does still access me at times. I'm like, well, his dark side, if you'd like to go cliche. I'm Darkiplier, I'm Dark. Of course, he was too strong mentally for me to do anything with, as he is my creator. You had a lot of interaction with him. This created a mental bridge, one that I could access. Although, with you being in California and him in Ohio, I would had dissolved if I tried. Now that Mark was up here, all I had to do was wait for you two to interact, then I could move from him to you. While my main presence is here, though, a-You're not processing this, are you?"

It seemed he took notice to your dumbfounded expression. You shook your head, and he sighed in irritation, leaning forward again.

"Mark makes me. I don't click with Mark, I click with you. So once you and Mark get close, I move from Mark to you. Mark still has copy of me in his mind, but my main form is now in your mind. Make sense?"

"Not really," you say, bunching your hands up into fists. "Mark wouldn't make something like you."

"Something like me?" he asked, folding his hands together. "Expand."

"You're nothing like him. You're serious, condescending, dark. You don't sound like him. You're like, I don't know, evil." There was no movement for a moment. His face, barely illuminated by the dull lamp, revealed no emotion that he was toying with in his mind. His face was completely dead. Until, of course, he smiled at you, nothing like any of Mark's care-free smiles.

"I don't quite feel like myself..." he started, in a voice that was so terrifyingly familiar. You recognized it immediately, and you almost went to stop him right there, but he continued on.

"I've been having strange dreams lately." Despite him being right in front of you, his voice still had that static-esque quality that it did the last time, the time you never spoke about with him. It was like a recording was playing in the room, it sounded exactly alike. Speaking of the room, you had to do a double take on what was happening around you. There was a door there before, you swore, but now it was gone. Nothing but wall surrounding you, providing no escape. The light began to flicker, and when you looked up at it, it went out completely, leaving nothing to see in the darkness.

"But now you're here." You used the bed as a guide to try and move towards the wall, to find some way of escape. However, the only thing you discovered was that the paint on the walls was chipping beneath your fingers, causing the entire room to emit hideous crackling noises from every corner. The static in his voice became a thing of its own, droning quietly in the room, slowly getting louder with each passing second. He himself hadn't budged an inch.

"And I'll make you feel right at home." You desperately pushed your way to the middle of your bed and closed your eyes, covering your ears to try and block out the horrible noise enclosing you. It was hopeless, it only got louder, as though it were right in your ear. You nearly screamed, but when you opened your mouth no air could force its way out.

"Welcome to Raspy Hill," the disembodied voice whispered, practically inside your skull. Another odd noise cut in, the quickly amplifying sound of humming static, like unknown beings were closing in on you and despite knowing you weren't safe you wouldn't open your eyes or dare look around you. 

And suddenly, in the blink of an eye, it was all gone. The noise, the voice, everything. Hesitantly, you opened your eyes. You had curled into a ball without even realizing, and were just hiding your face in your knees. Taking your hands off your ears, you sighed in utter relief. After taking your moment of relaxation, you looked up only to jump back and scream. Mark, no, Dark had been right in front of you, but his face was so distorted, so damn freaky, you could barely withstand the sight. You stared at him in absolute fear, watching as he stood up straight and cracked his jaw. In a way that jaws should most certainly should not crack, you noted.

He looked down at you, his eyes sunken back in his head, with a deep orange glow gleaming out of his sockets and scarcely illuminating the rest of his hideously deformed features. Your head flung around, and you realized that, even though everything else in the room was the same as before, the door was still missing completely. You whipped around again, but this time, there was no monster before you. Only a very smug, very amused Mark impersonator.

"In case you haven't noticed," he said in a honeyed voice, "those were all things that Mark himself has showcased on his channel at one point or another. All ideas he got from me, the very same thing he created." He grinned, and you almost thought his face was going to distort again, but it didn't. Instead, he only backed away, just out of the light that was yet again glowing.

"So, if you truly love Mark for everything he is, then doesn't that mean you like even me?" he asked, his expression undistinguished in the darkness. You stuttered over your answer, and that didn't seem to satisfy him, because he continued.

"Oh, well, I suppose it doesn't matter if you already like me. I'm here to stay, so I guess it doesn't matter if you like me or not already, because you'll get used to me soon enough. Believe me when I say, also, that I'll be sure to make you feel at home here."

In a flash, he was right in your face again, his features just as eerily distorted as before. Though this time, his hand had grabbed a firm hold of your jaw, locking you in place so you couldn't recede. You were forced to look into every crack, fracture, and chasm in his facial features. You couldn't close your eyes, no matter how hard you wanted to.

"Enjoy your stay."

"GaAH!" You launched up, opening your eyes and re-closing them because damn was that bright. You rubbed your eyes, noting the dim sound of your alarm clock going off, right on schedule. You heaved the biggest sigh of relief you've ever heaved in your life. Your hand thumped down on the "dismiss" button and you kicked your legs over the side of the bed, cracking open an eye to see your phone flashing it's notification light. Still not believing how hard Dark must be kicking himself in the ass right now, you picked up your phone and opened it up to texts.

Hey, I got the video footage you wanted done, finally. 

I managed to get all three of our cams in the corners and I even added your outro music. Because I'm so nice. 

But, the thing I wanted to ask was

AND DON'T TAKE THIS AS A BIG DEAL IF YOU DON'T WANT I MEAN I DON'T KNOW

In celebration of your 1 mil, plus as a celebration of me moving to LA, 

Maybe you'd like to possibly go on a date sometime?

I mean it could just be a friend thing because friends do that jeez what am I saying huh?

So uh, yes/no/maybe so?

Hoo boy.



THIS WAS QUITE SIMPLIFIED FROM WHAT I HAD PLANNED I AM SORRY FRIENDS. 

Besides that nonsense, behold a literal whole new kind of story from me! New fandom, new formatting, new style, new pants. Beautiful. This is actually more horror than romance-y I don't know I wanted romance-y and somewhere along the line we dun goofed bad

I do hope you enjoy, markiplites, as Markiplier and/or Darkiplier is now my new obsession, and it's probably all you're gonna get for a while :>

Markiplier, Felix, and Cry belong to themselves 
 Darkiplier belongs to the fandom?/? I guess
Raspy Hill belongs to here: www.youtube.com/watch?v=OkMo37…
You belong to you
Story belongs to me

:iconyeahplz:

Edit 1: Fixed a couple errors I noticed after re-reading. Thanks for pointing them out!
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spyderskiss2's avatar
Wow it was actually very good. A few typos but otherwise I am drawn into the story and find myself wondering what happened next. Is there more?