Mark wasn't quite sure if he had heard her correctly. If she said what he thought she'd said, then he'd take a run for it screaming BLOODY MURDER at the top of his lungs.
"I…I'm sorry?"
'I see you got my note.'
"Mark was even more terrified now, frozen on the spot and had no idea what to do. He was just about to turn and take a run for it when the girl stopped him.
"Don't worry, It's not what you think, I'm simply a messenger."
'From who?'
"That, I cannot tell."
'H-How did you know that Bob was dead then?'
"Like I said, that I cannot tell."
'You said you were a messenger right?'
"Yep."
'Was that the only message you were sent to send to me?'
"No, I have another message."
'What is it?'
"He's coming for you."
'Who's coming?' Mark was getting more scared now.
The girl just smiled.
"See for yourself. All I'll tell you is that he's an old friend of yours. My name's Moonlight by the way."
Moonlight giggled before turning on her heel and walking into the dark alleyway, silent as if she was never there.
Marks heart froze as he shook it off, and started running towards the shops, wanting to get his bread quickly.
"Okay, that was weird." Mark was close now.
"Old friend? Who?" He thought to himself as he continued running.
"It better not be Darkiplier."
He can't see a single bit of light in this situation. Cramped white room, shadows taunting him, this is pure hell. Despite the pure white room, he still couldn't see any light in this place.
Until he heard a voice in his mind, a small, young, fragile voice that might be the only comforting thing about this hell.
"Don't listen to them."
By the end of that long day, Mark laid in bed, still trying to process everything that was going on. His lights were turned off, the only source of light being the moon shining through the window by his bed. All this was a disaster, first Bobs death, now whatever killed him was coming for Mark now. He tried to convince himself that all this was just a dream.
Just a dream.
Just a dream.
Just a-
"OH, BITCH I'M FABULOUS, OH, BITCH I'M FABULOUS!"
Mark still didn't know why he had that as his ringtone. A violin playing in the background wasn't very manly. But still, it still somehow managed to calm him down. Without looking at who called, he answered.
"Hello, Mark speaking-"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!"
"WOAH! WHAT'S GOING ON?
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!"
"HELLO? WHO IS THIS?"
Boop Boop Boop
"He… Hung up…"