Chapter One

"And as always, I will see you in the next video! Bu-bye." With a wave of his hand at the camera, Mark Edward Fischbach, also known as Markiplier, sighed. Running the same hand though his mess raven locks, removing his headphones as he did so, he rubbed his eyes before saving the recorded data he had just done for 'The Sims 4'. The game was fun to play, just not a game for him. There was just so much stuff to do that he didn't know what to do. Let alone how to keep three sims alive… well, two sims. Wade didn't count. His life was crazy enough and revolved around him playing games all day. He really didn't live properly as is. He barely kept himself alive and well. He certainly didn't need to be looking after three, no two, 'simulated' lives. But he played the game, and had some fun playing it and cheated a little for more fun. All for his fans. That's what he lived for. His fans.

Leaning back in his chair, Mark sighed again. His life wasn't bad, he loved it really. But sometimes, he wonders what his life would be like without his career in Youtube.

"Most likely like the Sims I just played." He chuckled. "Just, without the crazy bullshit." He chuckled again. He really made a poor God. Hence why he was human and not a God. A lonely human. In a rather lonely apartment and studio.

Yes, the all-powerful Markiplier was a lonely man. Even with his immense charm and good looks, he had no one to go home to. No one to vent to. No one to hold close and be held by when he was having a rough day. No one to love. He didn't care whether it was a man or woman, either gender was fine by him.

"One day I'll find the one." He muttered looking at his camera. It was still recording; his face was still on his computer screen looking back at himself. Sighing yet again, he reached over to save and turn it off, when a letter appeared on his screen. It was a vibrant mixture between blue and white with the words 'I'm here for you, Mark' were written on it in fancy digital text and took up nearly the entire screen blocking off what he had been doing.

"Who's here for me?" He questioned his face contorting into a half questioning and half retarded look. He tapped his fingers against the keys on his keyboard, looking to the plushie Tim Box Tim sitting on his desk. "Should I Tiny Box Tim?"

In a voice all his own yet sounding slightly different so it matched the voice he had given to the unanimated object he found so adorable and worth picking up in an custom story for Amnesia. "Go ahead Mark. There's nothing digital text can do to hurt you."

"Good point Tiny Box Tim!" Mark exclaimed. "There is nothing digital text can do to me… except hurt my feelings."

"Aw, don't think like that Mark!" Mark said for the unanimated object.

"I'm sorry Tiny Box Tim." He picked up the plushie and kissed it several times over. "I won't think like that again." He put the plushie back down, thinking that, in some way, he may just be insane. "I probably am, but!" He returned his attention to the letter waiting to be open on his screen. "This letter must be read!" He clicked on the letter, watched it disappear before a white screen popped up. "Dear Markiplier," He read out loud for reason he didn't fully understand. His fans really had no idea how much he actually did off screen that was the same as on screen that would normally be considered strange or overkill or outright annoying. "My name is Bee Von Rose from Midnight Cove. And I am inviting you to come stay with me. Well, invites the wrong word. I'm bringing you to Midnight Cove." Mark sat up, face a mix of shock and confusion. He looked to the plushie Tiny Box Tim. "Digital words can't hurt me right?" Before he could answer fopr the plushie, another message appeared on his screen. "They can hurt you Mark." He read. A feeling of being watched came over him as he looked around and grabbed the plushie Tiny Box Tim for comfort. "Protect me Tiny Box Tim!" He yelled holding the plushie close. Another message popped up. "Nothing can protect you. You're coming to me now." Mark bit his bottom lip. "No I'm not! You're just digital text on my computer! All I have to do is click the little red 'x' in the corner and that'll be the end!" Another message. "The is never the end is never the end is never the end- Oh my god it goes on forever!" Mark yelled clutching the plushie Tiny Box Tim remembering the Stanley Parable as where he had seen those words before. "Oh my god! Tiny Box Tim, what is happening?" He yelled again as his computer screen began to glow brightly. He thought about running, but his legs wouldn't move. His body wouldn't move for that matter. He watched the screen glow brighter and brighter, blinding him completely.

"Oh, it wasn't that bad." A voice chuckled behind him. Opening his eyes and turning in his swivel chair, he saw a man smirking at him. The man looked to be in his late twenties, maybe early thirties with sun kissed blond hair that stopped a little was past his shoulders. Ocean blue eyes stared into chocolate brown ones with a slight cockiness to them. Pearl white teeth glistened behind smirking pink lips. Slightly bulging muscles defined the mans body under a black, rolled up long sleeve button up shirt with the top three buttons undone giving Mark a good look at the mans tanned skin underneath it. And loose black pants nearly covered black boots. "Like what you see?"

"I, uh, I…" Mark was at a loss for words as his eyes traveled from the man to his surrounds. One thing was for sure; he wasn't in his studio anymore. But he was in someones studio. Or, at least, someones study room. All around the room, lining the walls like a library, were books and books and even more books lining bookshelves among bookshelves. A metal fireplace sat in the center of the room, some type of glass was preventing the fire and smoke from spreading around yet allowed the warmth to caress the room. Extremely expansive looking chairs, all ten of them dyed a rich shade of red and gold, formed a circle around the fireplace with small amazingly crafted wooden end tables sitting in between each chair. Turning in the swivel chair, which Mark noted wasn't his as it was a matching red and gold color as the chairs around the fireplace, he saw two rather strange eyeballs jutting from the metal table with another swivel chair sitting next to him. "Tiny Box Tim…" He looked at the plushie he still had clutched in his hands. "I don't think we're in LA anymore."

"Oh, you're far from LA Mark." The man said causing Mark to turn around to face him. "My name is Bee Von Rose. And I welcome you to my home in Midnight Cove."

~September 19, 2015