*Author's note* I am, like many others, am a Markiplier fan. I wish I was able to program a game for Mark to play, but that's not happening. So instead I'm writing a story to show the perspective of the main character of a horror game he would play. Please enjoy, and Mark if you ever read this: thank you for saving my life and I can't wait to get the chance to meet you in person.
Chapter 1 - Stranded
She woke up with a migraine and in the middle of the road in the dead of night. Unsure of where she was or even how she got here. The ground was cold and hot at the same time. Sitting up slowly to not make herself dizzy, she noticed it was too dark outside. The moon was out and had lit up the area slightly. Standing up carefully, she walked to the edge of the road until she felt the grass. She still had her shoes on and was glad about that. Facing a two lane back road that didn't seem to end, she realized that she was unable to remember anything that happened. Tyler was suppose to pick her up before it was dark, but now her phone was dead or broken, she couldn't tell yet. One futile attempt to turn it on and she gave up. No point in worrying about it.
Thinking about waiting around until the morning seemed like a bad idea, mainly because who knows how long it'll be until sunrise. While she was lost in her thoughts, every horror game that Markiplier ever played was coming to mind. Oddly thinking about Mark and is goofy scream made her smile for a moment making her forget the situation she was in. A moment was all she needed to get her mind back together. Honestly, walking seemed like the best thing to do, stay moving, stay warm.
The big question was left or right. Feeling in her pockets for a coin she instead found a hospital bracelet that read: "Anastasia Plier, Rio Rancho Presbyterian Hospital, 21:49, March 3, 2016." That was the hospital in town. Well that was no fucking help. It was the hospital that was in town. For all she knew she could be in Arizona or Texas, they both had similar landscapes as New Mexico, especially in the middle of nowhere. Looking at the bracelet again as far as she knew March third is tomorrow.
"Have I been missing?" she mumbled to herself. Trying her phone again it was still unresponsive. Deciding to go right, she kept to the side of the road in case a car came by. At this point she would've been happy if someone stopped and told her what time it was, but she had to come to a mile marker soon. That at least maybe it would help? She hoped anyways…
Suddenly realizing the air was very slowly getting warmer, it had to be like 2 or 3 in the morning right. All she could think about how was she was suddenly yearning for Rio Rancho. All the years she spent hating that place, she wanted to see the sun come over the mountains. She closed her eyes for a moment and saw it vividly. Nevertheless when she reopened them the harsh black empty space had engulfed her. This is why she was scared of the dark there was too much emptiness, it's unsettling. The moon helped out, but only to an extent, better than total darkness. Vaguely she saw a sign coming up and she ran towards it. "10 miles - Elko, Nevada."
"I'm in fucking Nevada?!" she said it out loud, she was scared of her own voice because it was hoarse, but there was no one around to hear it. This was good though, she was relieved to know where she was. A smile came across her face because there would be people she could talk to, to use a phone to call her mom. She was suddenly filled with all the hope in the world. As exhausted as she was, determination filled her up and she kept walking if only at this point to see her mom again.