A Bit of Madness (pt. 10)
Dark pushes himself up off the floor only to find himself in his own void. Markiplier stares down at him with a smile. “It’s not fair, is it?”
“Very funny,” Dark growls.
“Good to know you still have a sense of humor after all these years.” Mark grabs Dark’s chin and tilts his head from side to side. “Why are you so desirable to the House? Why does it want you specifically?”
“Experience,” Dark says, jerking his head back out of Mark’s hold. “Was I always this annoying?”
Markiplier laughs until a strange expression passes over his face. His features contort and twist as a strangled noise is wrenched from his throat. Dark takes a step back as he falls to the ground, presumably dead. In his place, a mirror image of Dark stands still smiling—the house’s aura. “I was growing tired of him, too flashy.”
Dark looks down at Markiplier’s body and frowns. “Years and years of searching for revenge…”
“And the end result isn’t quite what you were hoping for? Of course not. You lost site of our objective in order to satisfy your lust for revenge, and what has it gotten you?” The aura smirks. “I can make you so much more powerful when we work together.”
Dark shakes his head. “What do you want from me?”
The aura tilts its head to the side. “Take his place,” it gestures to Markiplier before stepping over him, closer to Dark. “Gain me more puppets, and together, we can make sure we’re remembered, that we live forever. It’s what you’ve always wanted.”
Dark grits his teeth and leans away from the aura. “Maybe I’ve changed my mind…”
The aura reaches out and cuts off Dark’s air. He struggles against it, gasping and falling to his knees as panic sets in. Dark shakes his head, pleading with his eyes, with his thoughts, anything. The aura laughs and leans over him. “You don’t have a mind to change. Your mind is mine. Your body is mine. It has been for years.” The aura releases its hold on Dark’s breathing, and Dark slumps against to the floor.
“Some of our guests have a plan to burn this house to the ground.” The aura drags Dark up by his hair. “Go kill them.”
“Mare!” Peevils throws her arms around his neck and hugs him. “Please, please no more of this. Let’s go home.”
Wilford hugs Amy. “I should’ve gone after you. I never should’ve let you out of my sight.”
“It’s ok, Will.” She rubs his back and kisses his cheek. “I’m alright, see?”
“We have to move quickly if we’re going to do this,” Mare growls. He looks over at Mad. “And we’ll have to carry him out.”
“What about the Detective, Dark, and Google? Or the Butler and the Chef?” Damien asks. “We have to find them and make sure they get out, too.”
Celine blinks and tilts her head to the side, “Mark and Wilford should carry Mad out of the House. You and I will go to retrieve the others, and Amy, Peevils, and Mare can make sure the place is ready to burn.”
“No, I’m not leaving Amy alone with…” Mark glances over at Mare and Peevils who both smirk.
“Something wrong, love?” Peevils reaches out and traces her fingers down his cheek. “I’ll take good care of her for you.”
“Then Wilford will go with them, too,” Celine offers. “You and Damien can carry Mare, and I can surely induce the remaining guests to leave the building on my own. Ok?”
Mark nods. “Alright, alright.”
They part ways, but a certain shadow follows them, watching carefully, waiting for a chance to strike.