- Afraid of the Darkness-

Re-written completely 

Edited: 06/23/20

It was stormy outside when Mark and his friends arrived at his house. Thunder boomed over the sky and the rain fell heavy down on them. The small group of three hurried laughing to the front door and quickly got inside. They took their rain-soaked jackets off and made their way to the living room. All three men plopped down and exhaled a sigh of relief.

"Huh, thought we'd arrive when lightning and hurricanes would eventually hit us," Tyler joked, a small smirk on his face.

"Like it's not enough that we're soaked like a sponge in the sea," Ethan commented, smiling as well.

"Talking about sponges and sea, who wants to drink something? I've water, thick water, milk, some beer," Mark listed and stood up to grab them something

"I guess I'll just have a water," Tyler answered and stood up to help his friend somehow.

"Yeah, me too, please," Ethan responded and relaxed on the couch.

Mark and Tyler made their way to the kitchen to get their drinks and some snacks. On their way, Mark bumped into something for at least three times, cussing out loud every time.

"You okay, Mark? Bumped into many things in your own house."

Mark rubbed his leg while Tyler pulled out their glasses and started to pour some water in them.

"Yeah, I dunno why. Feels like something is off today."

They walked back to Ethan and started talking about the most recent events in their lives. It was good for Mark to talk with his friends in person again. He really missed it a lot since this certain odd feeling from that one night. It wouldn't go away. It stayed with him ever since. Or was he imagining things again? – Maybe.

They chatted for a few more hours and played some games before Ethan and Tyler bid their goodbyes. Mark walked them to the door before closing it and as soon as he was alone again, the strange feeling of being watched intensified once more. He didn't know why, but he had a feeling writhing in his guts that something is going to happen soon.

Mark walked up to his bedroom and promptly changed into his nightwear before hopping into bed and falling rather quick into a dreamless slumber.
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Mark opened his eyes and found himself sitting straight up in his bed. Everything around him was dark as the sound of shattered glass rang upstairs. He quietly slid out of bed and tip toed down the stairs, slowly approaching the kitchen where he found one of his windows shattered to pieces. He eyed the pile of shard and noticed drops of a dark substance in between the glass pieces. As the male walked closer to examine the mess on the floor, he recognized it as blood, or at least something similar in regards to its thickness. In the moonshine that spilled through the broken window into the room, the liquid had a shimmer in it and looked somehow black.
Was he dreaming? Was he wide awake? – He couldn't tell. It all felt so surreal.

Mark was about to reach out to the thick substance when he heard something falling down in the living room. He cautiously peeked around the corner and into the living room. Mark couldn't make out much in the dark but managed to barely see the contours of a chair lying on the floor, its legs torn off. He carefully stepped into the living room and scanned the area. He squeezed his eyes in hope to see a bit clearer but his vision stayed slightly blurry, his lack of glasses not helping in the slightest.

"Hello?" he asked into the room, hand searching the counter top for an object of defence.

"Who's there?!"

No response.

"I know you fucker are here somewhere!" Mark shouted angrily, his timid demeanour changing into one of an animal which tries to defend its territory. Finally, his hand found its grip around the handle of an 8-inch Chef Knife

Again, he heard a sound, a low growl behind him, almost animal like. He quickly spun around, eyes scanning his surroundings to find the source of the noise. However, only the cold darkness of his house spread its arms out before him, embracing him in its cold and lethal touch.

"Well, hello there," a deep voice reverberated behind him with a slight echo.

Mark whirled around and was met yet again with this shadow-like figure he once saw in his dreams. Only its silhouette barely visible but those red orbs shone bright like a fire in the darkness of the night.

"So, how are you doing, Mark?" the Demon asked, spitting out the Korean's name as if it left a bitter taste on his tongue.

"W-what are you doing here?!" Mark almost screamed, fear visibly effecting his speech, making him stutter in utter disbelieve. He took a few steps back, his confidence sinking as horror and fright fuelled him.

"Oh, pardon me, but I didn't want to fall first with the door into the house so I took the way through the window," Dark excused himself, his stone-face blank.

"I- I asked what you were doing here!" the youtuber repeated and pointed the large knife at his predator. Dark's gaze wandered to his creator's weapon and a smirk formed on his pale face.

"How cute, you really think you can deal damage with this toothpick? Let me tell you that this won't even cause a cut on me." Dark stepped forward and Mark stumbled back, his senses sharpened and his body filled with adrenaline.

"Who the hell are you?!"

"Oh, you should now the best, Mark. You are the one who created me after all, when I remember correctly," the dark entity hissed, taking a long step forward. Mark only backed further away until his back hit the back of the couch which made him topple over it. The clumsy male basically rolled with a yelp of surprise over the furniture and landed butt first on the floor. His eyes were closed and a huff left his lips when he hit the ground. The next moment he opened them he saw the shadow standing in front of him, looking down at him and pointing the knife once in his hand at him. Mark glanced down and sure enough; the weapon slipped out of his hand as he fell over.

"I guess you can't remember me at all, now do you?" the shadow said and shape shifted into its human form.

Mark's eyes widened when he saw the fine suited man in front of him, his raven black hair, where a few strands hung over his forehead, his face looking identically to his own. Red eyes shing like rubies in the moonlight in contrast to its creator's brown ones.
They were different yet so identical at the same time.

"You- you're- no, this can't be!" Mark exclaimed and wanted to scoot back as his back hit the coffee table.

"Unfortunately, it is." Dark grinned and straightened his back, looking down at the pathetic creature under him.

Dark then bend and adjusted his grip around the weapon and threw it at the scared male. Said man froze, his eyes widened and his breath hitched as the knife hit the coffee table only a few inches to the side of his face. All colour drained from Mark's face as he looked sickly pale.

"H-he could have k-killed me..." Mark thought fearful.

"Oh, not only could. I can snap every single bone of your body into pieces with no effort. I can easily kill you, I just let you stay alive because I want to have a little fun with you," he bared a toothy smirk.

Before any of the males could react, an intensive buzzing sound rang through the entire area. In a blink of an eye a green lighting dashed out of the TV, manifesting itself into a humanoid form near the dining table, that stood a few feet away.

"TOP O' MORNING TO YA LADDYS.", the high-pitched voice of Antisepticeye boomed throughout the entire house.

Mark yelped at the booming voice and hit his head at the edge of the coffee table. Darkiplier slightly jumped, before gathering his composure back. The red eyed demon intensely glared at the other, a burning fire in his eyes.

"What in the living hell are you doing here?" Dark asked, taking in a shaky breath, trying to keep himself calm.

"What? Was I not invited to this party?" Anti smugly replied, an amused grin on his face.

"Anti, for god's sake, do you really have to interrupt me every time when I'm in something of importance? Is it that hard to announce yourself?" Dark growled and pinched the bridge of his nose.

Mark just sat there, completely frozen and unable to move. Just as Anti walked towards him and Dark, Mark knew, he was fucked.
Dark grabbed Mark by the collar of his shirt and pulled him to his feet, locking eyes with him. Anti slowly approached from behind Dark and put on an insane grin.

"So? What should we do to him, Dark? Torture or right to the fun part?" the Irish man asked, leaning his arm on Dark's shoulder. The other creature didn't care about the physical contact at all, it was just that he and Anti hadn't had the best partnership.

"Just do as I say and everything will go on as planned," Dark spoke though gritted teeth, his aura that seemed almost invisible to the human eye just seconds ago, brightening around him into a vibrant blue and red.

"Eh, I- This can't be real," Mark spoke up, trying to pull out of the irony grip Dark had on him, "Tell me all of this is a dream. A god damn nightmare and not real," Mark begged, panic rising.
He felt how the lump in his throat grew and his eyes started to hurt. He really hoped all of this was a crazy dream his mind made up, that none of this bullfuckery is the fucking reality.

"Oh? You think this is a dream? Not real?!" Anti asked, obviously upset by the fact that the youtuber didn't thought them to be real.

"Well, Mark, does this feel unreal to you?" Dark asked threateningly.
The very next moment, Mark was being bashed against his coffee table and crashed through it. He gasped for air as his back hit the floor and broken pieces. Dark slid his hand up from the collar of the shirt to his throat, cutting his airway off forcefully. Anti crouched down beside him, putting his hand on Mark's lower leg and twisting it into an unnatural position. Mark screamed in pain, tears threatening to fall. The half Korean reached for the raven-haired demon's hand on his throat and tried to pull it off but to no avail. Quickly, his vision started to went even blurrier until he was completely consumed by the darkness. The last thing he heard was a low chuckle and a glitchy giggle.
- - - -

Mark sat up straight in bed, sweating heavily, his breath irregular. He quickly scanned his surroundings and calmed down a bit when he didn't see a shadow-figure in his room or a green glitching character. Still scared from his dream, Mark backed up to the head of his bed and pulled his knees up his chest, hugging them tightly.

When Mark heard a sound coming from downstairs he curled even more into a ball and starred at his door, the thought of Dark and his companion Anti storming through that very door into his bedroom never leaving his mind. Hurting him. Breaking him.