"Get away from me." You growled, trying to lean away as he came closer, his nose nearly touching yours. You had a really bad idea on how to make him get away that would probably fuck you over pretty hard, but it would give you a shot.
"And what if I don't?" He smirked, daring you to challenge him. "What will you do then?"
You stared at him, before conjuring the biggest loogie you possibly could. He tilted his head to the side in confusion, not completely sure just why you were making those strange noises. You watched the regret set in as you hacked that sucker right into his eye, his face contorting in pure disgust.
"wHaT aRe yOu, fUcKiNg TEN?!" He screeched, backing away from you as he held his eye. You scrambled out of the room as fast as you could, running off into a dark, crowded storage room.
You hid behind a shelving unit, grabbing your phone to see that it still had battery and you had service. You texted Amy that Mask was back and that he had you in some warehouse outside of town. You told her to have Mr. Oliver track your phone if he could and told Amy to talk to your friend about Mark.
"(Y/N)!" Mask screeched, ripping open the door to the room you were hiding in. "gEt yOuR aSs oUt hErE nOw!"
You tucked your phone away, thankful that you had sent your texts just in time before Mask came hunting for you. You flinched when the lights turned on, trying to move away in response to where he was coming from. You had no idea what he had in store for you, but you really didn't want to find out.
"wHeN I gEt mY fUcKiNg hAnDs oN yOu..." He growled, his voice getting closer to you by the second. "YoU'rE cLoSe aReN't yOu?"
You heard his footsteps approaching as you backed against a wall, inhaling sharply as the cold surface touched your back. It would seem that you found the far corner of the room and Mask was still coming. You crawled through a hole in one of the shelving units and into the next aisle, accidentally bumping something in the shelf in the process. You cringed at the dull thud, knowing that you were most likely boned.
"I hEaR a liTtLe rAt!" He roared, turning on his heel as you stood up. You tried to run, but Mask brought you to the floor before you could even take three steps.
He grabbed your hips and pulled your lower half up onto your knees while your head remained on the ground. Your eyes widened when you felt his fingers fiddling with the buttons on your jeans.
"No, Mask, please!" You said his name again without even thinking about it, trying to pull away as his rough hands gripped your hips.
"I've been waiting a long time for this." He growled as he pressed his pelvis against you. His grip tightened and you could actually feel the power radiating off of him.
"Sir?" Benjamin said from behind Mask, trying his best not to look at the two of you.
"You better have a good FuCkiNg reason for interrupting me." He whipped his head around, baring his teeth at Benjamin. The former butler seemed to pause for a little too long judging by Mask's growl. "Well? SPiT iT oUt!"
"Sir, some of your... projects have broken free." Benjamin said nervously, Mask eyes widening as his hands loosened on your hips.
"Keep them in containment. I will be there in a moment." Mask responded, staring at Benjamin leaving just as quickly as he had come. That's twice now that he had saved you from Mask. You really needed to thank him at some point.
You felt tingles running down your body before you were staring at an unfamiliar cement wall. Your face remained pressed against the cold floor.
"Don't think this gets you out of your punishment." He growled in your ear. "You should pray that I'm in good mood when I return."
His hands disappeared from your body and you collasped onto the ground from a sudden wave of exhaustion. You wanted nothing more than to sleep, but you couldn't risk leaving yourself vulnerable. Instead, you pushed off of the ground and sat up, grabbing your phone out of your pocket to see if Amy replied. Not so surprisingly, there was no service in this room.
You stared at the metal door, eyes running along the silver scratches and stains covering it. The hinges were rusted and there was a little blacked out window towards the top. The single light hanging from the center of the ceiling emitted just enough light to leave the corners of the room shrowded in darkness.
As you sat there and zoned out on the door, you wondered just where Mask ran off to so urgently. Hopefully he wouldn't be back anytime soon and Team (Y/N) would come to your rescue. You hated that you had to be rescued at all, but you could have never counted on Ethan turning into Blank. You needed to find a way to change him back or he would be stuck like that... forever.
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"(Y/N)."
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"(Y/N)!"
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"Wake up!"
A somewhat hushed voice startled you awake, your eyes opening wide at the sound of the voice. Everything around you was white and hazy, the room lacking any noise other than the ones you made. You searched around for the owner of the voice that woke you, but you couldn't see them anywhere.
"Is anybody in here?" You asked as you stood. The air was perfectly still and calm, your heart pounding steadily. You thought you could actually hear it because of the complete silence.
"(Y/N)?" The masculine voice said from behind you. You jolted and whipped around so quickly that you thought you might have displaced your organs from the movement.
There the man stood in a white suit with a white shirt and gold tie. His skin wasn't grey and his eyes weren't ringed with black so he couldn't be Dark, but his skin was a bit too pale to be Mark.
"Who are you?" You questioned, keeping your distance from the stranger. For all you know, this could be one of Mask's tricks. "How are you in my dream?"
"My name is Mark, but I am not your Mark." He said without any sort of gusto that your Mark usually had. He looked afraid, his eyes darting around the room every few seconds. "In my reality, I inherited the demon Maskiplier's abilities through a deal we made years ago."
"What kind of deal?" You were beginning to wonder if this was some weird fever dream, but at least this man seemed to be willing to give you clear answers. "What do you mean 'your reality'?"
"I'm from an alternate timeline. I was pulled into your world when the manor was destroyed. The lines between our worlds have always been blurred there anyway." He scratched the back of his neck, avoiding your gaze when you asked about the deal. "As for the deal, Mask offered me a way to cheat death in exchange for me providing him release from his prison. I stole more and more of his power over time before leaving him to fend for himself."
"Holy shit okay." Mask was awful and you wondered if this Mark was kind of a dick as well. He had made a deal with the devil essentially and you knew what he had done to Damien and the colonel. "So why are you intervening just now?"
"You're all losing this fight." He asserted. "He'll come for my reality next to get his revenge. He promised to destroy me and I just can't afford not to care anymore."
"I knew he was powerful, but not that powerful." All of this information was a lot to take in and made you even more doubtful that you could defeat Mask. How did you know whether or not you could trust this Mark anyway? "What do I do, Mark? How do I know I can trust you."
"I'm your only option." He stated simply. "Stall his machines and hide. I'll be there in an hour to take care of him. Good luck, (Y/N)."
~
The door creaking open was the thing that startled you awake. You weren't prepared at all for what you saw next, your eyes widening in horror. In the doorway stood Wilford with black eyes and horribly cracked, pale skin. The pink in his hair was completely black and his mustache was a pale pink.
"No, not you too." You put a hand over your mouth, wondering just who else Mask had gotten his hands on.
"Master requests your presence." Even his accent was gone, making him sound more like Mask. Fuck, Mark was right. You were all losing this fight.
Wilford grabbed your wrist and dragged you alongside him, his grip tight enough to be bruising. He led you out of Mask's office and through the main part of the warehouse, drawing closer to two metal doors up ahead. Stepping through them, you noticed that it appeared as if this portion of the warehouse was completely seperate to everything else. The white tiled floor, white walls, and fluorescent tube lights that flickered every so often reminded you of a hospital in a way.
The hallway was long and suffocatingly silent, yours and Wilford's footsteps being the only source of noise. Everything looked the same with no end in sight and you swore that you hadn't even moved at all. Wilford hadn't said a word this entire time, no matter how many questions you tried to ask. He would just stare at you with this empty look on his face, his eyes lingering on you even after you looked away. You stopped asking questions.
You weren't sure how long you had been traveling down that hallway, but when you finally saw a door at the end you were both relieved and terrified - relieved that you weren't actually stuck in a loop and terrified to find Mask on the other side. What you did see on the other side of the doors was definitely unexpected.
On the walls of the spacious room were huge glass containers with people suspended in liquid inside of them. Their mouths and noses were covered by masks with tubes that connected to the bottom of the containers. Each person wore only a white tank top and white sweatpants, but their clothes were the least of your concerns. Their skin was turning grey, aquiring an almost cracked look with the black veins showing through.
Wilford dragged you through the room, but you forced him to stop when you saw some familiar faces towards the end of the room. In the containers you saw all of your friends along with Mark and Abe. Your hope of rescue was completely crushed as your eyes landed on Amy. She looked just like the others.
"No." You mumbled quietly to yourself, noticing a blinking red light at the bottom of each tube. "Fuck."
You wanted nothing more than to cry at the moment, the feeling of failure and hopelessness weighing heavily on your heart. As much as you needed a good cry, you didn't have the time for it. You had to shut down these machines apparently and then just wait for Mark to get here. It shouldn't be that hard to fuck up.
Wilford dragged you into a seperate room with nothing more than a huge flat screen on the wall, a control board and a leather chair seated in front of it. On the screen was a map of the world with blinking red dots all over the place and they were multiplying fast. They looked kind of like... your eyes widened as you realized what they had to be.
"Oh no."