Mark

I was bustling around my home, cleaning it in preparation for my friend Sean McLoughlin, or as he was known on YouTube: Jacksepticeye. My name is Mark Fischbach, or YouTube sensation Markiplier.

I glanced at the clock and cursed to myself. 5 p.m. I was late! Jack's plane was meant to come into LA at 4:30. If I was lucky, my friend would be going through customs and all that jazz at the airport and wouldn't even realize I wasn't there. I jumped into my car and sped off, trying to get there as quickly as possible.

When I finally got there, I looked around cluelessly for a few minutes, then looked at the arrival board. Ireland had arrived twenty-five minutes prior. I looked around at the crowd of people, but did not see Jack. Then I felt my phone go off in my pocket. I made a face when I saw an incoming photo from an unknown number. Nervous and uncertain, I opened the text.

'Looking for this?' The text read, then the photo downloaded. I almost gasped aloud when I saw Jack tied and gagged, staring at the camera with eyes full of terror.

I bit my knuckle as another text came through, no photo this time.

'Listen closely. Buy a ticket to London, England. Do not bring anything at all except what you have on you right at this moment. When you land, there will be another set of instructions waiting for you.'

My heart pounded as I fumbled with my phone, trying to dial 911. But before I could finish, I received yet another text.

'If you dare try to call the police, we'll put a bullet through his skull.'

My heart fell to my stomach and I hurried helplessly to the ticket counter.

"Hi, how may I help you today? The woman at the desk asked.

"I need a ticket for the soonest flight to London..." I drew a hand through my messy hair.

"Alright." She typed on her computer and I tapped my fingers nervously on the desk.

"Are you alright, sir?"

"Hmm? Yeah, yes."

"Well here you are... Gate C at 7 p.m."

"Thank you." And with that, I hurried off to Gate C.

I knew I had a long flight ahead of me and I had no idea what to do when I got there. England? Why? Maybe I could find my British YouTuber friend Yamimash, real name Aaron Ash.

Sure enough, when I got to London there was an airport worker who greeted me when I got off.

"Mark Fischbach?" Her British accent surprised me for a second because I was so tired.

"Yes?"

"I was instructed to give this to you." she said, handing me a cheap cell phone. I stared at it in awe.

"By who?"

She shrugged.

"I'm sorry. They didn't say." And she went back to her work. I inspected the phone and realized there was a message waiting for me.

'Hello. It seems you've made it. Congratulations. He's still alive... for now. What you must do now is go to this address listed below. It is a hotel where there is a room waiting for you under your name. Go there and wait for further instructions.'

"God dammit." I hissed. I wasn't going to listen to this... this thing. I had to find Yami. I knew exactly where Yami lived too... I just needed a cab.

The next text came through just as I was paying the taxi driver through his window after getting out at Aaron's home.

'I wouldn't go in there if I was you...' I got scared, but I wouldn't back down. There was no way this faceless thing was going to control me

Iraced up the walkway and knocked rapidly. I waited a decent time before knocking again. No one came, but a text instead.

'I'm warning you now...'

I shook my head and shouldered the door open. I gasped when I saw the hallway that greeted me was covered in blood.

"Oh God no." I murmured, following the blood trail. "Yami?!"

As I emerged into the kitchen, I was greeted by a gruesome sight that should have only been seen through a computer screen in one of my many video games I played. Aaron and Jess's cat was laying on their counter, belly split open, guts spilling out and onto the floor. Splattered across their white walls was a messy, handwritten message in blood. A warning.

'Don't go into the bedroom.'

My fear crackled through the air, but a morbid curiousity made my feet tingle with the need to go against this message...

Upon entering the bedroom, I fell to my knees in shock. Aaron's girlfriend Jess laid, bathing in a pool of her own blood in bed, eyes wide with the fear of her killer, even in death. On the wall opposite of me, a second, more deadly message had been made, waiting.

'Well Mark... I told you...'

"Oh God... oh God..."

Where was Aaron? Was he dead too?

As if this psycho was watching me and could read my thoughts, another text came through, this one with another photo. This terrified me, but I still opened the text.

'Not yet...'

The picture downloaded to show Yamimash, beaten, bruised, bloody and unconsious, tied up for the picture. No evidence of Jack was in this picture, which sent chills down my spine.

Another text... another photo.

'Oh, he's fine.'

Jack with the same horrified look, this time with blood dripping out of a cut above his eye.

"Oh God... Jack... Yami..." I ran my hands through my hair and screamed in frustration.

"NooOaaah!"

I threw my hands in the air.

"WHY?! Why are you doing this?!"

I called the police to leave an anonomyus tip about Jess. I knew this faceless killer would not like that, but I didn't care... Unless he killed again... Yami or Jack...