A (short) Darkiplier Fanfic
(Don't worry, it's not a love story.)
Month: July Day: 17 Year: 20xx, Wednesday night.
It's almost midnight, but I can't possibly sleep because I'm too busy watching old Markiplier videos from before I subscribed.
He used to just record in what looked like maybe a living room or a large bedroom. Wherever he was, he didn't soundproof anything and his lighting wasn't that good, so he looked more orange than he actually is.
I, being a dumb dumb, picked horror games to watch before bed. SCP, I think it was, and I remember not really paying attention to the loading screen, and then having my eyes drift toward the top left.
Mark didn't look like himself. He had a sickening grin on his face like he knew something that I didn't, and just held it. I wasn't scared, per se, but I found that I couldn't look away...
Maybe that was just a thing from the old Mark. A gimmick or something, yeah. Or maybe it's the game that's getting to me. Jumpscares and sick plots.
I searched for a nice calming vlog. That'll cheer me up... Right? Something about fans. He's always so nice when...
The face. That blank stare like he knows what I'm going to say and can sense my discomfort...
"I'm turning into Darkiplier" he said, jokingly.
"D-Darkiplier? What the hell is that?" A Google search later, and I had my answer. A different side of the lovable dork, Darkiplier is all about toying with people's minds for his own entertainment. How ironic.
Month: July Day: 20 Year: 20xx
I watched "are jumpscares scary" and "the livestream has ended" and sought out more and more Darkiplier.
I felt no fear. When he looked into the camera, I looked back, and I got this tick. A twitch of sorts in the corner of my mouth, a grin ready to match the one in front of me.
Month: ? Day: ? Year: 20xx
Insanity is not what it is. You're all the crazy ones, and we few know what is necessary and who is expendable. Honestly, is "madness" really so bad when working and taking care of others is such a hassle?
You are all mice in a cage to him, and you keep crawling back to the bait we place.
The grin with all the answers.
And it hasn't even begun to get Dark.