Mark, or rather known as Markiplier, is a popular youtuber with a huge community / fan base.
Besides his lovingly community he has these... "funny" counterparts of his:

- Wilford Warfstache 
- Googleplier
- The Host
- Darkiplier
-> and many more

However, what he did not know was that they weren't only fiction. Oh no, the fans -the community- had so much more power than you could imagine. The power of fiction becoming reality. That made up characters can be manifest in human like bodies. Like a transfer from the internet into the real world.
And poor Mark didn't know that this was possible. 

- - - -

One ego in specific had an eye out for him, and let me tell you, this ego had firstly nothing good on his mind. 

He only wanted a little fun with our sweet Markimoo.

Honey, did Mark know, a storm was coming for him. Quiet- silently- almost unnoticeable. A storm made of darkness and pure sadistic hatred against Mark. 

It would sweep his feet off the ground with great force, made him land on the cold, hard ground - to get him back to earth - to put Mark in his place, where he belongs to:
Sitting on the grounds of hell, desperate, while Dark would stand up above him before the gates to heaven, glaring victoriously down at his creator, a satisfied grin on his face, glimmering red eyes would bore into Mark brown ones...

So, my dear one, I would say: Let the story begin.

Sincerely, Me
-The author of this story.