Welcome to the end.

Or at least the end of "Who Killed Markiplier" I hope you enjoy Chapter 10 as much as I did. Strap yourself in. This is not going to be a happy ride. Some of you have forgotten something important about this story. It is not a happy one.

I finish packing and grab my bag.

I need to find Damien. I have to find him and get us out of here. I open my door and find him standing there. "Damien there you are. I thought we were going to meet outside? I guess it does not matter." I hug him tightly and close my eyes. I can feel his hand place on my back. Something does not seem right. I pull away and look up at him. "Damien are… are you okay?"

There is a quick movement and a sudden pain in my chest. I look down and see a knife sticking into it. I can feel the hot feeling of blood spread across my chest.

"If I cannot have you no one can." The unmistakable sound of Mark's voice comes from Damien's lips.

"M-mark?!" I manage to get out as I fall backwards against the wall. "W-where is Damien?" I can feel the tears well up in my eyes. I can feel my anger rising.

"Alex. Alex. Alex. He is gone. Dead. Along with that bitch Celine. I thought you might like me a little better now." Mark says and straightens his bow tie.

"N-no." My head is spinning. I close my eyes. My head is spinning faster now. He stabbed me. I am dying. He killed Damien.

"Ah ah ah. Do not go drifting off just yet." Mark grips my hair roughly and forces me to look up at him. I can feel my body shaking. The copper taste of my blood fills my mouth. "I want to watch you suffer."

"I hate you. I will find you. I will kill you." I growl and glare at him. "This is all your fault."

"You were always my favorite. Too bad you did not want to be with me. We could have been amazing together." He touches my chin with the tip of his cane.

"You have destroyed any chance ever being with me." I growl and try to stay awake.

"I suppose that is enough of that." Mark yanks the knife out and examines it. The dark red glistening in the light. He leans forward and yanks the ring off of my thumb and smirks. "You won't be needing that anymore. Bye."

The last thing I see as my vision goes black is his back as he walks away spinning a cane. Damien's cane. I plunge into Darkness and feel myself slipping away.

The pain eases.

I feel nothing.

I see nothing.

"Detective!" A voice faintly calls.

What was that?

"DETECTIVE WHERE ARE YOU?!" This time the voice rings louder.

Struggling. I see something. The Colonel. No. William. He has his gun out again. I follow the voice slowly.

This must be where Mark went… maybe this is where Damien is. I feel too weak to try to move too much. I seem to be floating.

As I follow the voice things start becoming more clear. I am in the manor.

Everything seems… green and white lights seem to float around. We are upstairs in a hallway where some of the guest bedrooms are. There is a banister leading down to the front entryway.

William is yelling something at Abe but I cannot quite make it out.

Bang. Abe falls to the ground. I reach for William, but my hand passes through him.

Dylan tries to grab at the gun trying to calm him down.

Bang. Second gunshot. Right into Dylan. Dylan falls backwards over the banister behind him and hits the tile floor with a sickening crack.

"It was an accident! I swear!" William yells after Dylan as he falls. Everything is starting to come into more focus now as I follow William down the stairs. "Come on. Wake up Dylan." William pleads. I can see tears forming in his eyes.

William… I reach out to touch him.

"This is all my fault…" His voice is beginning to break. "I am so sorry." He picks up a cane that seems to just appear there.

Is that not Damien's cane that Mark took… I do not question it anymore. William falls to the ground beside Dylan.

"I am so sorry…" He is quite for a minute just staring at the body. I sit down beside William and watch him. Tears are flowing from his eyes.

"William… I do not know if you can hear me… but I am sorry. I do not blame you." I try to touch his jacket but again my hand passes through his arm. He takes off his helmet to reveal is curly and messy brown hair. He takes off his jacket to reveal a yellow button up and red suspenders.

"Celine… I love you… I always have. Even as kids playing around. Mark took you away from me. He never really liked you the way I did." He burrows his face into his hands. I watch him and frown.

About an hour passes but I am not sure really how long it has been.

"Alex…" William suddenly says and looks up. He looks almost directly at me like he could see me. "I am sorry if I caused you any pain… I… I wanted to get to know you more. Mark never would let me get close." He pauses for a minute then looks down at his hands. "When we danced… I had so much fun. I just wish we had more time." His words are slurring together.

More time passes. I am not sure how much.

"Just let me in." A faint voice calls. It sounds like Damien's.

"Damien?" I look around.

"Just trust me." His voice is clearer this time. I run to find where he is. I see him with a blue aura around him standing next to Celine who has a red aura. They are standing in front of the corpse of Mark. They are talking to Dylan.

"DAMIEN! DO NOT GO!" I yell and watch as the trio disappears. "DAMIEN!" I scream and fall to the ground. "No. No. No. No." I can feel panic starting to rise up in my chest. He is gone. damien is gone...

I sit there on the ground for what seems like an eternity.

Feeling lost.

Feeling alone.

"You are awake! Well of course you are. Because. Because I didn't kill you. Right? I couldn't kill you." I hear the sound of William's desperate voice coming from the main entryway. I get up and walk over. Dylan is standing now. He is looking around the room.

"Something seems off…" I comment and watch them.

"It was all a joke!" William yells and forces a smile. "Were you in on this." He laughs and turns his back from us.

"William… you.." I reach out again but he keeps walking. He seems to be limping.

"You can come out now. Damien. Celine. Where are you two. Please come out now." His voice seems to be getting more and more desperate as he walks farther away. "Celine." His anguished voice rings out as he turns the corner.

I look back at Dylan who is looking at himself in the mirror. He turns his head from one side to another and there is suddenly a shattering noise. Blue and red aura radiates off of him. A high pitched noise fills my ears.

"Damien?" I question as I watch his expression turn to anger. "DAMIEN DON'T LEAVE ME HERE!" I yell over the ringing in desperation. I reach for him and try to hug him. I pass right through him as he walks away. "No… No… No… NOOOOO!" I scream and hit the ground. "This is not fair. This is not fair!" I can feel tears forming in my eyes.

My heart feels like it has shattered into a million pieces. This pain. This pain is worse than anything else I have ever experienced.

Time passes again.

Slowly.

Or quickly. I do not know anymore.

William left the house a while ago. Stumbling around the place slowly going insane.

Abe manages to get out of the house. He talks about finding the Colonel and killing him.

I am stuck alone. In this hell hole. Alone with my thoughts. Playing over the events of what has happened.

Damien… he is gone. William… he is gone. Everyone is gone.

I can only hope that Chef and Benjamin made it out safely before this falls upon them.

I used to love this place. I loved working here. But this place… it is evil. Pure evil.

More time goes on. I am not sure anymore.

Has it been days.

Has it been weeks?

I spend most of my days now roaming these empty halls. The halls of my once home. I will sometimes stop by Mark's destroyed corpse. Somedays that is the only thing that really reminds me of what has happened.

More time blurs together. I still do not know anymore. I gave up counting a long time ago. I cannot leave the house. Something is keeping me locked in. I just want to be free.

"Do you want help?" A strange voice calls from the darkness. I am sitting next to Mark's body. His mangled and destroyed body.

I say nothing. What is the point anymore. I am alone.

"I can help you." The voice insists. The voice does not seem to be masculine or feminine.

"How." After a minute I give in. Who knows, maybe I can be helped. My voice is rough and hoarse from crying so much. I had not used it in a while.

"I can make you a new body. A way to get out of here." The voice says and it seems to be circling around me. I cannot point where it is at.

"Why would you do this?" I question.

"There is something about you that I like." The voice says.

"Okay. I want to be free." I say quietly after a few minutes and close my eyes.

"I will make sure of that. There is something you should know." I can feel myself starting to get stronger. "I am giving you the power of this place. You will have to find that out on your own."

I open my eyes to see the faint figure of someone standing there. It looks… well it looks like Mark but he is gone. He has messy brown hair. Not slicked back like how Mark usually keeps it. "Who are you?" I ask not expecting an answer.

"I am this place. I am the creator of this place." The figure disappears.

Everything goes black for a second and then I am back into the main entryway is not a single speck of dust anywhere. Like the day I left it…

I look at myself in the mirror. I can see the faint lines of where it was broken. I am still wearing my white button up shirt and black pants. I have dark black hair now. I kind of like it. I feel something heavy on my back. I reach around and touch something almost like feathers.

"Help me." The faint voice of Dylan cries out. I look around but do not see him. His voice sounds scared. Just like I was.

"I will come back for you." My voice seems a little deeper than before. "I promise." I walk to the front door and open it. The light is bright outside.

Try them out. I added them for you. They are a true symbol of your new freedom. The same strange voice says in my head.

Almost instinctively I hear a whoosh behind me and I am suddenly in the air. With the house below me. I smile.

"I am free." The rush of wind hits my face. I can see the manor. A strange dark aura emits from it. I can see the town below. It has grown a lot more than when I was last there. How long has it been? I wonder to myself. "I need to find the others. They could not have gone very far right?" I take off down the mountain and stay out of the sight of anyone below. The wind in my hair feels absolutely amazing. The cool air does not seem to bother me at all. I feel right at home for what seems like an eternity.

Hope you enjoyed Chapter 10. It was a little shorter than I would have hoped. Just because "Who Killed Markiplier" is over does not mean the story is done yet. I have so much more planned.

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