Chapter 4: Something Sweet

I didn't realized that I've fallen asleep in the middle of the day. I woke up when Charlie came back with lunch this time, and a needle. "I can't get your blood sample myself since I don't know how to unlock this door." he said, "You're going to have to do it yourself."

He slid the tray through the slot along with the needle. I looked at the needle but I didn't dare to pick it up. Believe it or not I'm kind of afraid of needles, and for one I'm not medically trained to use it on myself. I've seen it done a bunch of times but can I trust myself enough to not mess up?

"What's wrong?" he asked. One look at my face and he understood. "You're afraid of needles aren't you? Mark you can't be afraid right now. If Salvadore needs your blood then it's important that he gets it."

"I can't do this by myself!" I said.

"There is no other option, Mark. You have to do it yourself."

I bite my lip as I try to calm myself down and get it together. I have to do it, there's no other way. I pick up the needle and look at my left arm. "I'm suppose to insert it into a vein right?"

"Yeah, take your time but not too much alright? I need to keep myself under Dr. Money's Radar."

I've found a vein on my arm that I could see best, and inserted the needle into it but not too far. I pulled it back and collected just enough blood that Salvadore can use. I then pulled it out and give it to Charlie. "Doing it to myself hurts more." I said.

"There's a band aid you can use, it's on the tray."

"Hey, Charlie. Can you bring me paper and a pen or a pencil? I would like to write back to that Charlotte Holmes woman."

"Sure. She caught your attention huh?"

"Yeah, she seems like she needs someone to talk to. I wouldn't mind keeping contact with her."

"Well, yeah. I'll bring you some paper and writing utensils. Anything else?"

"Do you think you can get a hold of Wade and Bob? They're my friends."

"Ah, those two. I'm sorry to say but it's best to not get ahold of them because even though they're not infected by the virus, Dr. Money is keeping an eye on them. I rather not blow my cover so fast already."

"I understand. Thanks again, Charlie." he took off with the blood sample I've gave him.

I picked up the tray and grab the band aid to apply on the small bleeding dot. I better remove it once that other guy comes in and take me to that wacky doctor. What was his name again? I believe it was Dr. Carroll. I'm still pissed off that he tagged my ear, that fucking hurt!

What I see here before me on the tray is a BLT sandwich, chicken soup, nacho Doritos, a bottle of water, and for addition is a chocolate chip cookie along with a can of Coca-Cola. At least they're now giving me addition foods. When was the last time I've ate a cookie? It's been a while now. What was the last time I've ate anything sweet before I was prisoned here?

... (One Week Ago)

I was walking around in comic-con looking at all the cool stuff they have here. After walking about for so long I've finally started to wonder where Bob and Wade are. "Outta my way!" ran past me a little girl who looked about 14 years old. She was wearing a weird uniform though that I could only guess it's something from an anime or show, but it's not familiar with me.

When I put the thought aside and turn around I nearly bumped into another kid. Looked about the same age as that girl who ran past me. He's blonde and he has orange like eyes. He's dressed professionally, he reminds me of Alois Trancy from Black Butler. That might be what he's trying to look like, Alois Trancy.

"Oh my," he started he he raise his right hand over his mouth, "Are you Markiplier?"

Ah, a fan. "Why yes I am," I said with a smile, "And what's your name?"

"I'm Ryan. I'm a big fan of yours." He shook my hand as he said so excitedly, "I've watched your videos almost everyday. You have no idea how much you bring a smile to my face."

"Oh, well I'm glad to hear, thanks."

"Can I get you something? There's this little snack stand just in the other room that are selling really good cakes right now."

"Is that so?" I've never had a fan offer to buy me something sweet before. I'm afraid to say no to this kid, so I decided sure why not. "Okay then."

"Great, just follow me."

He took my hand as he lead the way. This seems strange to me. Kids only take someone's hand when it's their family members, or relationships. But to strangers, it just seems a bit too off. Then again this kid is so star struck that he probably doesn't even find it strange. That's pure innocence of a child right there.

Once we were in the other room which is the food court, so customers can rest and eat when they get tired walking around. Ryan brought me to this fancy looking stand that said on their sign, Divine Sweets. "You have no idea how delicious these cakes are." he said, "Have you ever heard of their company? Divine Sweets?"

"No, I've haven't."

"Then there's absolutely no way I can let you continue on without trying a slice.

"Excuse me, we will take two slices of your Dream Crescent Cake." Ryan paid for the two slices as they were given to us on black paper plates and plastic forks. We sat at an empty table as we began eating. My first bite of the Dream Crescent Cake has put me in a trance. It was so good that I couldn't help myself but consume the whole thing.

"I can tell that you love it." said Ryan, "That's good, because believe it or not I run the Divine Sweets company. What you're eating is one of my great specials to actually make someone to be in a dream like state. Can you feel it?"

"This is really good." I said, "Do you really own the Divine Sweets company?"

"Of course. Who else could run a sweet company better than a kid? Kids know what's good better than adults."

"Mark!" I heard a familiar voice calling out for me. I turn to look as I saw Wade and Bob coming over to me. Wade said, "Mark we've been looking everywhere for you."

"Oh hey guys." I said, "I want ya to meet, Ryan here." When I turn back to look at Ryan to introduce them. He wasn't there, not even his cake was here.

"What are you talking about, Mark?" said Bob.

That was weird. Why would he take off? I didn't even thank him for the cake.

...

Charlie came back to collect my empty tray. He gave me the pencil and paper that I asked for, so that means I can finally write back to that woman, Charlotte. What he also gave me was a letter, and it was from Dr. Money. As I open it I read what it said.

Dear Mr. Smiley

If you cannot keep our prisoner happy and entertained. I would have no choice but to execute your daughters. Remember if you value their lives you must keep Mark Fischbach away from the thoughts of suicide.

... "What the fuck?"