Well. Something a little... different from me for a change. The horror genre is very new to me, but I've been wanting try it out for quite a while now.
Long story short, my entry to PewDiePie's FanFiction contest. Ugh, five hundred words isn't near enough to hold a proper story… To be honest, though, I really enjoyed writing this, and the challenge the limitations brought~ A bit of a backstory, this is a kind of a continuation to Markiplier and Ken's video 'Best Friends Forever', which can be found from YouTube. I confess, I really enjoy Mark's antics as the 'Darkiplier'~ : D
(Hmm, as a file on my computer this was exactly 500 words, but for some reason ff only counted 484. Peculiar. That means I probably could've squeezed one more sentence in :c )
Anyway, hope you like, any and all feedback would be highly appreciated! I hope I managed to make it at least slightly creepy c':
I do not own any of the characters or Mountain Dew, only the storyline.
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Hello, friend...
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"Guys?"
At first it had been relatively funny.
"Hello? Anyone?"
Then, it quickly grew old. Like, seriously, an abandoned building? Could this've been anymore cliché? It wasn't even dark! And the building wasn't even that old – there was a pile of empty Mountain Dew cans in one corner for crying out loud. Were they even trying?
"Seriously, what the hell?"
And then... it started to actually become more and more eery the longer the Swede walked through the empty hallways, listening to nothing but his own voice echoing around him. It might not have been dark, but it didn't stop the goosebumps prickling his skin. Besides, what daylight was coming in through the broken and dirty windows was now quickly diminishing. He really needed to find some light. Why couldn't real life be as convenient as all those horror games, with a working flashlight flying around somewhere...
"Where the hell am I?" the blonde thought out loud, frowning, "and... how did I get here?" Now that he thought about it, the last thing he remembered was trying to contact Ken. The other had been a no-show for weeks now, and becoming worried, Felix had tried to reach him through every possible media, but came out empty-handed. The Swede had just gotten off from another fruitless phonecall when there'd been loud banging and rattling on his door. Unnerved, he still went to check out what it was, and behind the door he found...
"Jävlar i...!" Pewds cried out, startled, when a door he'd been opening was suddenly yanked forcefully to reveal someone. "Jesus, Mark, you scared the living shit outta... me..." The blonde tried to calm his racing heart as he reprimanded the man in front of him, but one glance at the other shut him up.
"Hello, friend, how nice to see you", the bespectacled man said, his words dramatic and over-exaggerated as he stepped closer to the Swede, who took an instinctive step backwards, "I was getting worried you wouldn't get here", he added, smiling widely.
"Um, are you... okay?" Felix asked, seeing something in the room behind him. No. Someone. "Wait, is that...?"
"Oh, me? I'm fine, how are you Felix? It's really been too long, why don't you come in, and we can catch up, yeah?" Still smiling way too widely, Markiplier took a firm, tight hold of PewDiePie's shoulders.
"Um, I don't think that's a good... Mark, Mark what are you doing, Mark please-" the smaller man tried to struggle off but was helpless as the American spun him around and started pushing him towards the room.
"We really should hang out more often, all three of us", the other ignored the pleading and gave the Swede one last, strong push, sending him stumbling over the threshold, and stepping in after him Mark closed the door, his smile giddy and all kinds of wrong,
"we're gonna have so... much... fun."