With one last shove you pushed Mark away, starting to sob against your will. "What the fuck is the matter with you?!" you screeched, louder than you intended.

Mark said nothing, opting instead to simply leave.

Oh my God... oh my fucking God...

Did that text have anything to do with this? Or does he really...

No, that couldn't be possible. You knew damn good and well that Mark had no feelings for you. Or so you had thought... until today.

Why... why was he kissing me? It was like he...

Biting back a sob you sank into the sofa, face in your hands. The sobbing came against your will in the end, and you cried harder than you had in a long time.

No... Tyler... I've got to get a hold of Tyler...

Ignoring your better judgement, all the screaming in your head that something was terribly wrong, you left the house and went instead to Tyler's. You knocked at the door for what felt like ages, with no reply.

It's well past noon, so what the fuck...?

You had only one other thought, one that made your heart sink. Was he at Mark's house, editing? You didn't want to see the Korean male again, not after what he had pulled. Not when you felt like you had completely and utterly betrayed Tyler.

No... I've got to get a hold of myself...

Braced for the worst you went to Mark's house, knocking at the door, feeling on edge. As though you were about to snap... which might not have been so far from the truth.

The male greeted you with his usual goofy smile. "What's up?"

Was he serious? Was he fucking serious?! "Don't give me that bullshit. I didn't come here for you," you spat.

Mark looked hurt, at least a little. "I mean, I'm the only one home, so..."

"Don't fucking lie to me, you asshole! Where's Tyler?"

"Not... here...?" What was wrong with you? Why were you freaking out so much? "Are you all right?"

"No, I am not fucking all right. Why the fuck did you kiss me like that?!"

Silence. The kind that you were well aware of. The kind that meant only one thing: Mark had no idea what you were talking about. "I didn't kiss you," he spoke slowly. "I just woke up."

"So you're telling me you didn't literally just barge right into my house and made out with me? That it was someone else that happened to look just like you?" you snapped back angrily.

"I'm saying I haven't left the house yet today," was his careful reply.

You felt panic beginning to rise, though you couldn't place why. Not just yet. "Where's Tyler?" you repeated, now more scared than ever.

"He's probably at home. He isn't here."

You shook your head. "I went to his house and pounded on the door forever. No one answered. Mark...." Your vision began to fade in and out, and you feared the worst: had Dark gotten to him?

He said he'd... remedy...

•●♡●•

Please be okay.... please be okay...!

Against your better judgement, Mark followed you back to Tyler's house. The male had a key, and while he wasn't too keen on trespassing, he felt as though he were obligated to go with you.

But why would you accuse him of kissing you when he had just barely woken up?

Unlocking the door you stepped inside. The house was eerily quiet. Was he still sleeping? "He sleeps like a corpse," Mark commented softly. Hoping it would calm you down, at the very least. "Even I've tried to wake him up before, it's tough."

It made you feel better, but only marginally. You did recall having slept beside him, how he didn't move when you woke up. Not much, anyways.

The two of you crept towards what you could only assume was Tyler's room, you following Mark's lead. "Tyler...?" you called out, "sorry for freaking out, I just... couldn't get a hold of you this morning." You didn't really have the willpower to say that you had had another nightmare, this one having scared you worse than all the rest.

It had felt so... final.

At last knocking on the closed bedroom door, you were greeted with no reply again. You went pale, and you couldn't understand quite why. What was going on?

Why am I so scared? He's sleeping.

Opening the door revealed that Tyler had not, in fact, been asleep.

You began to scream.

•●♡●•

You clutched Mark for dear life, still screaming against his chest, albeit muffled. He clung to you just as tightly, his eyes wide in shock.

There was so much blood. So much. It reeked in the small room, making your stomach churn and threaten to heave up everything you had ever eaten in the past year.

Mark couldn't stop staring. Blood had poured from Tyler's open throat, coating his blankets and dripping down onto the hardwood floor. His own stomach was uneasy but he held himself together better than you were. For your sake.

At long last your screams died down, and you began to cry again. The Korean male carefully led you away from the bedroom and down the stairs to the living room. Seating you down on the sofa he continued to cling to you. What could he say? Honestly not a hell of a whole lot. His best friend- and the person whom you had fallen in love with- had just been brutally murdered. By whose hands, Mark didn't know.

Eventually even your crying slowed to a stop, and you pulled away from the male with a sudden fury. "Do you fucking believe me now?! About Darkiplier?! This is his fault, I fucking know it is!"

Mark held up his hands in a defensive manner, trying to placate you. He still wasn't entirely sure just what he believed in anymore. Gently he wiped your tears, pressing a kiss first between your eyes, then to your lips.

You weren't sure how to react. Was he trying to comfort you? Either way you allowed him to envelop you into another hug, stroking your hair softly. He cooed to you, words that you barely heard over your mounting fear and panic. Who would believe you, that something manifested from your nightmares had killed Tyler?

I never got the chance to actually tell him how I felt...

This thought brought on a fresh wave of sobs, and you clung to Mark again. He pressed his lips to your ear, murmuring.

"I told you I would remedy the problem, darling," he spoke, eyes aflame.