Mark Fischbach had just finished editing and uploading the last video of the day. Admittedly, he was a bit shaken. Vanish had been requested far too much for him to simply ignore it, and even though he hated that game, he had played it again. For his fans. He pushed his chair away from his desk and stood up, stretching out his arms as he did so. What time was it, 3 am? Wouldn't surprise him. He'd been up this late before, going to bed now would be going to bed early. Should he real quick Skype with someone? Maybe one of the other YouTubers were still up. Minx never seemed to go the fuck to bed, she'd probably answer. But did he really wanna talk to her? "I'm too tired for that…" he muttered to himself, trudging through the dark room to the door. His tired gamer fingers felt the doorknob and turned it, throwing it open in a very lazy fashion.

His computer room may have been dark, but the living area was brightly lit. He found himself partially blinded by it for a moment, rubbing his eyes behind his glasses. "Too bright…" he yawned and kicked some of his stuff across the floor as he walked. Place was always a mess. He messed with his hair a bit, it felt funny on his head sometimes. Entering the kitchen, he opened up the fridge and grabbed a can of Mountain Dew with bleary eyes. He really needed to go lay down, he was beat. Todays gaming schedule had really worn him out, which wasn't uncommon. "I should get some sleep, can't look too tired to-" He was cut off by a hit to the back of the head.

Blinding pain shot through his entire body, and he staggered forward. His brain was now pounding in his skull. He turned to face his attacker, half blind, only able to see hazy colors and vague outlines of things. All he managed to see was a rather small figure with what he assumed to be a black bat, until another hit to the head dropped him. Darkness swallowed him, and he lost himself to unconsciousness.

He didn't know how long it had been when he regained consciousness, but he was strapped to a chair. His head lolled around on his neck as he tried to regain control of his muscles. He groaned softly, his head was pounding after all. He took a deep breath. Okay Mark he thought You need to calm down, and let your body regain control of itself. He rested his head against the back of the chair, inhaling deeply, his eyes closed. A few moments of this passed until he felt in control, felt like he could move most of his body. He took one last deep breath before opening his eyes.

Dark room. How cliche. He couldn't see very far in front of him, but he did see that there was a light coming from the ceiling above him. It was more of a beam, illuminating a table in front of his chair. He scowled, anger replacing confusion. He tugged on the leather straps around his wrists and ankles, thinking back to who that figure could have been. They weren't very strong, the back of his head wasn't bleeding. It just hurt. Maybe they weren't trying to hurt him, and were actually quite strong. Whoever they were, they were going to pay in blood for this. He grunted as he angrily tried to free his wrists.

"You're up!" said a cheerful voice. It was a girl… a kid? No, that couldn't be right. What kid would kidnap him? She stepped into the light cast by the unviewable lamp in the ceiling. It was a kid. Maybe 15, at most. She had black hair that reached her waist, and a small body one would relate to innocence. What could possibly be going on?

"You gotta get me outta here, okay? Undo these straps, someones kidnapped me!" Mark yelled, pleading with the girl. It must be her parents or older brother who kidnapped him, right?

"Kidnap is such a strong word Mark… I'm sorry I hit you. I didn't want to, but you picked the wrong can out of the fridge…" She sighed, sitting on the table in front of him.

"What? You attacked me?!" His eyes went wide. "Why?!"

"Well… It's a bit of a story. I uh, I'm a big fan Mark! I don't live too far away from you, and it was only a matter of time until I bumped into you around town. I ran into you at a diner a few months ago, but I didn't have the courage to talk to you… There were too many people around, I was nervous. So I thought, 'Hey, I'll wait outside and talk to him when he leaves!'. That seemed like a good plan to me! But, when you left, there was still people with you. I couldn't let this chance to talk to you slip away, could I? No, I couldn't…" She trailed off, looking at the floor. She looked like a kid who had been busted doing something bad. "I… followed you home. Don't look at me like that Mark! My intentions were pure, I just wanted to talk to you! But I didn't have the courage to talk to you just yet. I had to wait, learn some more about you! I've been a loyal subject of yours for months!" She smiled brightly, with pride.

"You've…" Mark took a deep breath, speaking through gritted teeth. He asked a question he highly regretted knowing the answer to. "What do you know about me."

"Everything! I know everything about you Mark! I know when you go to sleep, when you wake up. I know the exact number of hairs you have on your head, how much you weigh, how tall you are. I know that your teeth are sensitive to cold, so you don't put more than three ice cubes in your drink. I know how many shirts and pairs of pants you have, your breathing patterns when you sleep, and how much movement would wake you up. I know where your father lays, I know where your brother lives. I know how long you take in the shower, how long your nails are, and how much blood is in your body. I know everything!" She was so proud of herself, looking at him with eyes filled with happiness. She seemed to be looking for praise from him, for doing such a good job stalking him.

"Everything…" Mark repeated, lowering his eyes. He was scowling, anger and rage pumping through him. She had counted all the hairs on his head when he slept. She knew where his Dads grave was. She had laid with him in bed without his knowledge. This kid… was batshit crazy.

"If you're embarrassed, I always left whenever you brought a girl back… and whenever you used your computer for purposes other than gaming." She giggled slightly as Mark turned a bit red. He was more concerned with this psycho of a child, and getting out of here.

"Where am I…" Mark practically growled, his eyes snapping up to look at his captor. Just a girl. Just a kid. How'd she lose her mind like this?

"My house, silly! Well, my vacation home. I set this place up a bit ago! You're a bit heavy, you know. But I managed!" She was just so damn proud of herself, it was ridiculous. It only made him angrier. "I think you'll like it here. It's got a great view of the forest, and its away from everything so it's super quiet. I've got really strong internet, so you can still make videos if you're up for it… I moved all your equipment here."

Mark considered his options. He could easily overpower the girl, but how would he get out of this chair? He couldn't be here forever, she had to let him up eventually. Did he want to actually kill her, or just attack her? What could he do?

"My name is Edna, by the way. Edna Mullins." Her voice interrupted his thoughts. "I hope we can be friends, I really do… I'll unstrap you now, if you promise not to hurt me." She smiled at him, trying to win him over with her childish charm. The sympathy and caring in her eyes nearly got to him. Nearly.

"I… I promise." He muttered. Attacking her now wouldn't do him any good, he didn't know if the door was locked, or where he was. He needed her to trust him, and let her guard down. Then he could escape. Go for help.

"Okay, I'm gonna trust you on this one. If you hurt me, I'll knock you out again." She gently placed her hand on his, the other undoing the strap on his wrist. Her hands were very small, unproportional to her body.

He had to really focus on making his muscles less tense. He had to unclench his fists, and relax his arm muscles. He forced the angry expression off his face, and replaced it with one of discomfort. He was a good actor, he played the part well. It took every bit of self restraint to not deck the girl right there when she undid the strap. She paused for a moment after she freed his hand, standing still before moving onto his other hand.
With his hands free, Edna moved onto his ankles. She knelt down next to his chair, fiddling with the straps out of his view. Mark exhaled deeply. Am I going to be trapped here? How long can she possibly keep me here? She'll have to leave eventually, won't she? How will she make sure I won't go anywhere? Thoughts raced through his head. Can I get away? Where can I go? She said this is a forest, God knows how long it will take to get back to civilization. Fuck, what am I going to do?

Left leg was free. "That took longer than I thought it would. I secured these ones a bit better." She muttered to herself. He was a bit startled that she wasn't talking to him, but to herself. Did she do that alot?

"I should get the bracelet. He might try to run away…" she muttered to herself. "His arms are already undone, I can't leave now or he might bail… Should I re strap him? I already freed most of him… 75%... I'll have to trust he won't run off for now. He might be able to bash down the door, but by then I'll have the bracelet and I'll be able to get him…" She muttered to herself.
"Oh wait, I got it." She said with finality, standing up. She walked over to a darker corner of the room, and picked up the black bat from before. "Sorry Mark, see you when you wake up!"

"Wait don't-!" He yelled before the bat cracked the back of his head, and black consumed his vision once more.