A date with Markiplier - scripted edition

HORROR

Mark: Good idea! I've actually never seen this play before, I don't even know who made it, so it could be a fun adventure. Let's give it a try-

Tyler: Good luck.

Mark: Oh, ok. *uncertainly* Bonjour.
Mark: Anyway. I, uh, don't know if i've mentioned this before but I'm a, patron of the arts, and uh, I love new theatres, new plays, new artists, you know. It all just, stokes the embers in my soul. *fricken head wiggle, what a sassy bitch*
Mark: I hope this is a good one. Any chance to spend more time with you is good in my book. Take a seat!
Mark: You want some popcorn? Oh it's starting!

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Your head swivelled to the stage, and when nothing happened, you looked back at your date awkwardly. Only, he was gone. You sat, frozen in your seat, gripped with a new feeling which enveloped your mind like an ominous and murky storm. You felt the theatre creak and groan and your vision began to blur, crackle and pop, like glitches. The reality in which you came started fading and warping around you. Chills ran up your spine and you felt yourself giving in to the cutting cold that split the air like a silent gunshot. You began to see double, triple, and then quadruple and the stage in front of you appeared to multiply until you could not take it anymore. You shut your eyes, gripped with fear of the unknown.

Everything went quiet. You opened your eyes. You felt yourself standing, but you looked down and you could not see anything. You looked around and you could not see anything. You were alone.

Until that is, you heard a slight ringing. It was quiet, but it grew louder with every second. It gave you a slight headache, and you felt fear run through your senses once more.

A figure appeared mere inches away from your face. He looked exactly like your date. But he was not Mark.

"Did you miss me?" He spoke softly but his voice echoed and reverberated as if he was speaking through a microphone in a small room. It made you anxious. His pallor appeared unnaturally grey. You looked down at your hands momentarily. They were grey too. The man was not grey, you thought to yourself. He was giving off some sort of... dark aura. You tried to say something, ask him what the hell was going on, but your vocal cords would not commit.

"I missed you. Very much." You stared at the man, dread running through your mind. He was unsettling. So much so, that it felt as if he was not even from your world. Around him, colours trying to imitate your Mark split at the seams into filters of separate colours that burned your eyelids as they imprinted sharply onto your brain. The man smiled sinisterly and your perception of reality warped and glitched constantly with that annoying ringing.

"I've been waiting a long time to see you again." This dark Mark had stepped back, allowing you to see him better in the void. Indeed, he looked like your date. He wore perfectly matching clothes, he was neat, he had the same face, same eyes, same everything. And it was unsettling, to say the least when he seemed so different, so cold and so intimidating. Something mark would never be. The only difference was his hair. It was swept to his left rather than his right. He continued to speak.

"I've been pushed aside. Replaced. Mocked." What was he talking about? You thought. Mocked? How so? By who? You thought back to some of Mark's videos that you watched. The first one that came to mind was his video called "Relax". You were reminded of Mark telling you about that video and about who it had teased. Your eyes widened as you realised who you may be talking to. You didn't want it to be a reality.

"And then he had the goal to not invite me to his little adventure with you." You were happy that Mark didn't plan this. But you were worried what might have happened to him.

"No more. Never again."

"It's my turn now." You listened silently as the dark man spoke to you. You couldn't object at all. You were starting to give in, but the world that was the void began to tremble which snapped you out of your trance. The outlines around him began to intensify as he grew agitated. "I've been waiting patiently; he promised he would let me in again!" You shuddered to think of what he meant by that. What kind of sane man would strike any sort of deal with this demon, for lack of better word? Certainly not Mark! And 'again'? That implied Mark had already let him in once before. You began to shiver. Everything was so, so cold.

"I'm tired of giving." He began to straighten his suit up curtly. "People." You stood back. "A choice." You swallowed your fear down but it rose back up almost as soon as it left.

"But I suppose I could give you one, last option." There was no backing out, even if you wanted to. "Take your pick. Anything of four different choices, more than he has ever given you. And let's see how far down this rabbit hole really goes." You were trembling. "So take your pick. Show me what you got." He straightened himself up. "And maybe," he nodded, "We'll have a good date after all." You saw his lips purse momentarily as if to blow a kiss and he smirked at you. The gesture struck you as odd but slightly alluring and you said nothing. You felt yourself lower your guard. He waited patiently for your response. His whole attitude had changed and you felt like he was different. You heard whispers. They all said one thing, and you followed suit.

"...Freedom."