Mark's P.O.V

I looked over at Aaron. In the recent days he seemed to be growing more distant, more fearful. Fearful of me? But I've already showed him I wasn't the man in his dream.

"Hey! Aaron." I called him over.

He glanced at me before coming over. "Yeah Mark."

"Well..." I muttered, realizing I had no idea what I had wanted him over here for.

"I... I have a gift for you Mark..." Aaron whispered and I jumped. His face was right up close to mine.

"A... Aaron?" I stuttered, and we gazed into each over's eyes. And then he leant further in.

As our lips met, and I felt my eyes flutter closed. And then he started to pull away. "Not yet." I murmered, pulling him back in.

We eventually parted, both of us blushing like crazy. We continued to look into each over's eyes, until he turned away. "I... I'm sorry... I just... I don't know... What came over me..."

I gave a soft laugh. "Stop stressing. I liked it Aaron."

"Yay!" The voice called out and then she gasped terrified.

Another voice spoke, but his words seemed twisted and angry. "So, Yamimash and Markiplier. I don't suppose we've been introduced. My name is Dark, most call me Darkiplier. And I'll be your host now."

"Leave them alone!" The girl's voice sounded distant. I looked on in confusion.

"D... Darkiplier? But that's a fan made concept." I said, and then saw Aaron's fearful shudders.

"I... It's the man from the dreams... I... I recognize... His voice..."

My eyes widened. This was the man who had been frightening Aaron.