Lost (Mark/Darkiplier X Reader)

Dark let go of me and tried twenty more times to convince me to kill Mark. "No way." I told him over and over again. I have been stuck on Mark's bed for over thirty minuets before Mark came into the room.

"You guys have been in here a long time. I started to worry." He said as he entered the room. Dark's eyes quickly went to Mark's and they just stared at each other. Like there was a deeper meaning between them. Silence filled the whole room.

I had to break the silence, so I didn't go on forever, "I promise you Mark, I will never kill you." It was an odd thing to say, but it was better than nothing.

"Oh, Dark," Mark let put a slight sigh as he sold on the door way, playing with the door on his hands. "My fans are just to awesome and loyal to kill me."

Dark looked at me for a second, and then back at Mark. He was studying his every move. "I don't know about that. I feel like that I can break (Y/N). I just hope that I don't go to far as murdering her like I did with Stella. She was a sweet little darling. You really liked her too. What a shame."

I could tell that Dark has many tricks up his sleeve. "Whose Stella?" I questioned either Mark or Dark.

Mark's eyes wandered to the roof, remembering the past, "Stella was an angel. We actually dated for a month or two. Except Dark got on the way of things." Mark stared down Dark with furious eyes, "Dark wanted her to kill me. She was to generous and declined his offer. Dark decided to punish her. Stella had the option to leave my house at any time. She loved me to much to leave.

"Dark tortured her. In Stella's eyes it was worth it to be with me. She endured a lot of pain. One day, it got to be too much pain. Dark tortured her to the extent and she died." Mark became emotional through his story. I could see it in his brown eyes that he had an emotional connection to her, "This is why I try to keep people out of my grasp." Mark concluded.

He turned away from the room and stormed out without another word. "Mark! Wait!" I called out to him. Obviously, he didn't respond. "Dark, give me my chair." I demanded him. I wanted to be there for Mark.

"You're lucky that I like your charm." Dark responded as he moved the chair closer to me. With more help, he picked me up. No matter who it was from, I liked it when someone picked me up. I wheeled myself out of Mark's bedroom.

I searched everywhere for him. "He's gone," I announced to Dark. He just left the apartment.

"Typical Mark," I could hear from behind me. "He always walks away from his problems." Dark's voice grew from behind me. The screen Mark is trapped behind is one one way mirror. He sees us, but we can't see him. "He'll be back." Dark reassured me.

"He better come back." I whispered under my breath.

Dark came and rested his hand on my shoulder. I stared at the door, hoping it would open with Mark on the other side. "Just because Mark is gone doesn't mean we can't have fun." Dark whispered in my ear. My heart rate slowly went up. Mark isn't here to protect me now.

"Stop being so damn afraid." Dark said annoyed. "I'm not always a bad guy. I-i can be nice." He came in front of me and motioned towards a different room, "Follow me." He demanded.

I did as he told me. I pushed myself right into Mark's recording room. Why would Dark want me to come here? Dark sat in Mark's chair, turning on Mark's computer. I positioned myself so I faced the computer screen. "What, are you going to show me Mark's search history so you look like the good guy?" I joked with him.

Dark's face didn't change. He didn't even give me a smile or anything. "You're such a silly girl, (Y/N)." Dark turned and looked me right in the eye. I noticed that Dark has lines under his eyes like he had a lack of sleep. He turned back to the screen and started up a program.

I saw the screen come up. It was Tug the Table. "Since you like games so much..." Dark trailed off in his voice.

I rested my finger on the up key while Dark put his on the W key. "Why are you doing this?" I asked him before I confirmed the button to start the game.

"I told you that I can be nice." He responded to me. I ignored this odd circumstances and started to play the game. I cheered and laughed as I won the first round. Then I won the whole game perfectly. Dark raged so hard, yelling and punching the air. He was a little intimidating, but otherwise it was cute.

I laughed as he raged. "You find this funny?" Dark sort of yelled at me. I continued to laugh as I nodded at him. Dark finally eased himself. He let out a little laugh as it got louder.

"It's just a game." I informed him. We continued to play more rounds with each other. I won four games while Dark only won one. He decided to switch the game to mole hammers. I still beat him, showing off my awesome gaming skills.

"You're not so bad at games." He admitted to me. "I don't play them that often either. So that's my excuse." He explained to me.

We played game after game together. I got accustomed to him. My nerves slowed down and I could laugh freely around him. He does have a good side. Strange. Maybe with my help, I can make him become fully good.

"There is no way." He told me not wanting to look into my eyes.

I sighed as I leaned in a little closer to him. I felt uncomfortable, but at the same time it felt right. Like I was meant to be by his side, with him. "I can help. Together we can change you and you can be good. I-"

I was cut off my Dark almost yelling in my face, causing me to return to my original position, "No! I am what the fans make me! I am their vision. If they see me as a bad murderous being, that's what i'll be. The only way, and I might add the most impossible way for me to be good is to have the fans think that I am good. I will change into their vision. I would need Mark's help. Why would Mark help me? I'm horrible." He looked ashamed in himself.

"I think I can help with that."

Every problem has to have a solution