-A little break-

Edited: 05/04/20

Mark's eyes snapped open to a scream. This time though it wasn't his. Instead, it was the person who got killed in the horror movie that was playing on TV. He slowly sat up to a pounding headache in the back of his head.

He couldn't remember what had happened in his dream, whether it was good or bad, but what he remembered was that everything seemed grey and miserable. Mark tried his best to remember but nothing wanted to come to his mind.
In the end, he gave up and went on with his day.

- - - -

In the early noon, Mark started recording videos. This time he chose to play three scary games. So, the half Korean made his way to his desk and got on steam, searching for something interesting. After about half an hour he found some games, installed them and readied his recording equipment.
After the set up was done he combed his hand a final time through his hair and started recording his game play.

"Hello everybody! My name is Markiplier and today we're gonna play some scary games again."

So, he did; two of the games were rather... questionable designed, while the third was a short and nice designed pixel-horror game.
While Mark recorded the games, he felt tense the whole time. The games were not the actual reason why he felt that way, he had a weird feeling in his guts the whole time. Like someone was watching him. Every few seconds he would look into his face cam to check if something or someone was behind him.
The actual thing that crept him out was that sometimes a shadow-like figure would appear and instantly disappear when he would look at it for too long.
One and a half hour later, Mark waved into the camera and did his usual outro. He couldn't shake the feeling off the entire time he recorded. He tried blaming it on the games but he knew it was all bullshit. He knew that something was wrong even though he told himself otherwise.

"I hope you enjoyed this trip of fear, so that I'll see you! in the next video. Bye-bye!"

After his session Mark stopped the recording leaned heavily against his stand-up recording desk. A loud sigh left his lips as he brushed his fingers through his raven black hair once more. Mark closed his eyes and tried to relax. In the middle of the second game he felt a headache slowly but surely approaching. He didn't mind at all, but after some time it got worse and has now reached the point where he hardly could handle it without any medicine. He quickly sent the video to his editor and shut the PC down.
Mark slowly got up and stumbled his way to one of drawers to pulled out a box of aspirin. He plopped one out and grabbed a bottle of water and a glass from his desk. He let plopped the tablet into the glass of water and watched as it dissolved before he started drinking that stuff. Mark yawned and made his way to the small relaxing area he has on the second floor, next to his recording room. Out powered from the constant paranoia and fear of being watched, he fell face fist onto the couch, slowly drifting off.

"I need a break..."

- - - -

The days passed on and whenever he would record something, he had the feeling of being observed, stalked even. The feeling just pushed him forward to pre-produce faster the last videos he needed to make.

Fast forward two weeks later and Mark had pre-recorded a bunch of videos. He posted on Twitter, YouTube and Instagram that he would be on vacation for a few weeks and that he has enough videos for a whole month for his community to watch.
Now that Mark had announced his absence, he could finally take a break and just relax.

Or so he thought.

The next day Mark woke up, a Tuesday noon, he tiredly made his way down to the kitchen and was about to make himself cereal when he noticed that all his cereal was gone. Confused about the fact that two boxes were missing, Mark began to search for them. He looked in the cabins, in the fridge, even under his sofa and Chica's bed.

"Where the hell did I put my food? I just bought some yesterday," Mark mumbled to himself, still tiered and confused.

About 10 minutes later of searching, he gave up and made himself fried eggs for breakfast. After he ate and made the dishes, he got a call from a friend.

"Hey Mark! You have time today?" the cheery voice on the other line asked.

"Oh, hey Ethan. Yeah, I guess," Marks deep voice answered.

"Okay, 'cause I wanted to meet up with you and Tyler. It's been some, since we three met up," Ethan explained, a shuffling sound in the background as well as panting of a dog in the distance.

"Uh, yeah, sure, why not," he simply said and walked to his room to get ready.

"When and where to meet up?"

"At 2 at my place. Tyler already knows," the young man answered.

"'Kay, see ya."

"Bye."

Mark threw his phone on his bed as Ethan hung up and pulled a crimson jean and a stylish designed shirt out of his wardrobe before he made his way to the bathroom, wondering what the three friends will do in the early noon.