Due to how much people see to favorite and follow this story I have decided to add one more chapter. I wasn't even planning on doing another one. But you guys seem to really like this. This is the very last chapter. I hope you enjoy!

It was twelve in the morning and Markiplier had just finished another one of his impossible let's play videos. He was in his pajamas lying on the couch. Mark was just enjoying a night of mind numbing television, when he heard a familiar voice again.

"What are you doing here? I thought I was done with you.", Mark said looking up at the ceiling.

Well normally l wouldn't be back but these are special circumstances... You see people have been watching you and Yamimash during those unholy nights of terror. They were happy, even proud that you lasted the full five nights and saved Minx from a death most foul. The thing is they liked it... a lot.

"What is that supposed to mean?", Mark asked while turning off the television having being fully invested in what the charming Narrator had to say.

The lights went out.

It means that they want more.

Mark jumped off the couch hearing the ominous laughter he's grown to hate and fear.

Welcome to the sixth night.

"You want me to do the sixth night!? Do you know how many nights I've died just playing the game?!"

I have an idea of how many, but once again I say that it's not my call. The audience wants more, so they get more.

He huffed loudly, then got up to get the emergency candles he kept in the kitchen. Mark pulled a lighter out of his pajama pocket and lit the candle.

"Hey... Mark...", a high pitched voice said in the darkness.

Mark's blood ran cold. He knew that voice, but more importantly he knew the thing that it belonged to. Minx's evil robot look-alike stepped into the doorway. They had a hole in their head the size of a large golf ball. Light shown through and Mark could make out the wires and metal. The fake Minx held some sort of electronic remote in her hands; the remote had four different knobs on it but that was all Mark could see in the semi-darkness.

"How's it goin' Mark? Huh? How you doin'"

"I thought Yami shot you."

Yeah, but you know how it goes... What the audience wants, they get.

"Don't worry Mark I'm not going to kill you.", the evil Minx assured. Evil laughter filled the apartment.

"But your little friends are."

On the other side of apartment he saw them. All the animals stood motionless

As if things couldn't get any worse for Mark they do. The evil furry fiends Mark was sure he destroyed in a fire were back and meaner than ever. Minx stepped back from the kitchen to let Mark pass. Slowly, Mark stepped past Minx and moved into his bedroom. On the way to his bedroom he kept seeing evil glowing eyes in the darkness. Once Mark stepped into his bedroom the bunny pushed him onto the bed. The room was dark except for the moonlight that shone through.

The monsters were even more frightening and awful looking if you could believe it. The fire burnt off half of their fur, revealing the metal skeleton underneath. The human eyes and teeth were charred slightly and left a horrible smell similar to burning rotten flesh. Mark wasn't happy. He would have at least liked to last more than five minutes but too bad for him that's not the way it works...

"KILL HIM!", Minx yelled.

They doused him in liquids. Mark attempted to shield himself with his arms. He shut his eyes and mouth so the liquid wouldn't get in. There was a pause. All of them were looking over him. Mark smelt himself and realized what they had poured on him was gasoline. He turned his head; Minx had matches in her hand.

"KILL HIM!"

She struck her match making it flame up. Poor Mark was about to burn up like a steak on a Gordon Ramsey show. Minx laughed at Mark with her face turned up at the ceiling. She wanted to enjoy the moment. Mark thought fast and kicked Minx's hand while she was in one of her laughing fits. The lit match fell to the gas soaked floor and lit it up. Mark jumped on a not soaked part of the floor and snatched the gas can from the Chicken's hand. The floor burned quickly as the fire spread to each corner of the room and out the open door. The fake Minx burned while Mark threw more Gasoline on her out of spite.

All the animatronics stood as they burned. Until something unbelievable happened. A essence of some sort left the evil robots. As it left Mark could hear childish laughter and whispers of thanks against his ears. The apartment was up in smoke as the fire spread from the living room to the kitchen. The flames were quickly catching up to him. He almost looked like he was dancing as his bare feet were moving around the flaming carpet. Mark kicked down his front door in a rush to get out of his home.

Mark stood on the sidewalk outside watching his home burn to a crisp.

"That is it! I have had it! I don't want to do anymore nights! Fuck this shit! I am done!" Mark stomped on the ground. He grit his teeth in pure anger and frustration as his home was destroyed.

Well don't worry, this is the last time. We don't want to scar you for life after all...

The Narrator stretched time and space to fix Mark's Apartment. Hesitantly, Mark went back inside his apartment. He was surprised to see that everything was back to normal. It was as if evil furry robots and a fake Minx had not set Mark's house on fire. He checked the house twice just to be sure that nothing was wrong, it wasn't of course the Narrator would never be that cruel. (Unless it would get more views) So ended Mark's adventures-

"Wait! Just so I know; this is the last time that you are going to do this right?"

Sure...

"I'm not going to wake up again and be in the Pizza place am I?"

No...

Mark laid in his bed and closed his eyes. Then he immediately shot up.

"Your, sure?"

Yep.

"Positive?"

Uh huh.

"Good.", Mark lie back down in his bed. He finally could get the first nightmare free night of sleep in almost a week.