A Markiplier\Niko(Oneshot) fanfiction
Note: I wanted to write this due to how lackluster the end of the play through was and how (at least to me) the ending felt so incomplete... Or at the very least how it could go and seemingly never did, so if you guys like this I can try to make more in the future and if not at least this story was a good start, but in any case let the continuation begin!
Chapter 1:The sun reappears
Mark began to yawn staring at his laptop in his recording booth having just finished another "Oxygen not included" stream and was about to call it a night when Chica strutted into the room with that 'Award winning smile!' "aww, who's a good pupper snoo? YOU ARE! YOU ARE!" Mark said in his baby voice, and as always Chica played along as per usual, the next few minutes were filled with belly rubs and pats on the head for the dog "OK girl you go lie down while I finish up OK?" She happily complied and walked out of the room presumably to lay on Marks bed.
Mark then turned to his monitor to shut everything down for the night and then... Stared at the One shot shortcut, he remembered that sad ending after the long journey, he clicked on it to if anything would happen and surely enough it just loaded back to the same screen where he ended the entire series after just six episodes, it still presented a dark room with a bed and computer next to it; lit only by the now present sunlight gleaming through the window with a beautiful theme playing in the background of it all.
He simply sighed as he closed out the tab wondering what else could he possibly have done to change the outcome of it al- *Ding* he looked at his phone, noticing he received a notification- no a text message "huh, 'we miss you Mark so please come back?'" He looked at the text in detail and it was sent by: Anonymous "Great looks like ANOTHER fan got my phone number" he then replied to the person as politely as he could to ask them if they would stop invading his privacy and to disregard the number.
He then began to walk towards his bedroom to finally get a good nights rest when once again *ding* another text had been received, he looked at his phone once again and looked puzzled at the line of words 'We will see you soon :)' at that point he had enough and turned of his phone entirely, he decided that this would be best resolved in the morning, Mark laid his head on the almost angelic pillows on his bed and began to drift off, closing his eyes, and everything seemingly fading to black.
Mark shortly began to open his eyes not feeling quite at ease, like somthing was out of place, he mummbled to him self pondering what it could possibly be- *rustle, rustle* Marks eyes became wide and started to scan around the room for the source of the noise as he felt his hairs standing on end he then began to look dow- "mama?" "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH WHAT THE FUCK!?" Mark flew off the bed landing on the floor in a furious panic while a shdow jumped off the bed taking the sheets with it, letting out a loud thud as it hit the floor.
Mark went up against the wall gasping for air; trying desperately to find the light switch, he then stared at the pile of sheets thinking if he should make run for it *Sob,sob,sob* Mark heard a cry almost... like it was coming from a child, he began to slowly approach the pile of sheets still taking caution with every step, at this point his heart was racing at the speed of light; adrenaline pumping through every part of his body. Mark sat at the foot of the sheets and still was trying to put together if this was some kind of fever dream or if this was truly happening, but then he was offset by a pair of glimmering, glowing eyes, he recognized the amber glow and in a moment of clairvoyance, he took a blind shot in the dark, "Niko?" The figure spoke up "Markiplier?" Mark sat there in bafflement as Niko wrapped his arms around him and held on tightly, seemingly never loosening his grasp "how did you fix it?" Niko said while wiping his eyes "I-I don't know, are you okay?" Mark replied, Niko responded reassuringly wiping away more tears "I'm okay! I promise!" Mark then began to return the hug after figuring out he caused Niko to cry "I'm so sorry Niko, I thought I was getting attacked or something.. wait how did yo-".
The room brightened drawing both of their attentions to the lone monitor sitting in the room and Niko began to quiver, a line of text began to stretch across the screen [Sl33p w31l y0u 2?] Mark sat there trying to comfort Niko and himself to not raise panic In the two of them, within a few seconds the text changed.. [W@nt t0 p1@y a G@m3?] Mark looked at Niko in look comprised of fear and helplessness "don't be afraid, h-he can't hurt us because he doesn't have any control over what actually happens" Niko gave him a nod to trying to show a sense of strength, the text changed yet again [I c@nt... 5ut !t c@n] the monitor then began to make a horrendous screeching tone from its small speakers filling the room as the screen became a glitchy blur. Mark and Niko ears rang in a throbbing pain for what felt like forever, until the monitor had reached as much stress it could take *POP,Whizz,fizzle* the monitor's screen and speakers both blew out and were now just hot, molten bits of plastic and circuitry.
Niko was crying out in pain while Mark could barely hold himself together; his ears still throbbing in an ungodly pain that was starting to make him naseous, but he held himself together and tried to take in deep breaths. He got up and tried once again to comfort Niko putting his arms around him saying that everything was going to be okay, but his vision was wanning; his mind became a blur as he fell to ground with the ringing sound going through his ears accompanied with the muffled cries of a boy draged into a world he wanted no part in, Mark screamed internally to try to keep his eyes open but alas it was to late, his eyes began to close once again and he began to drift off.
"NIKO!!!" Mark screamed as he violently rose from his bed, but alas all he could hear or see was Chica scampering out of his room in confusion and fear, he began to pant and felt that his heart was still indeed racing. He pulled out his phone to see if he received anything that could be of use and- the texts.. Were gone.
