Your POV

I knocked on the door of my best friend's house. "Mark!" I yelled impatiently. I  tried opening the door and saw that it was unlocked. 'That's weird' I thought entering his home. "Mark?" I called looking around. "Ma-" I stopped hearing someone chanting. It was coming from the kitchen. Out of curiosity I stumbled to the kitchen. "M-Mark?" I questioned. When I entered the kitchen I saw Mark covered in what looks like....red shaving cream? "Mark?" I tilted my head walking toward him. He didn't acknowledge me. I studied him and gasped. "Mark! What happened to your hand!?" I asked worried. He turned his head to me. "Hello Y/n" He smiled at me. "M-Mark? A-Are you o-okay?" I stuttered backing away. He walked closer. "Mark has told me about you" His strange grin widend,his hand still bleeding. "You know it's a shame we only have three years until the dark lords come and take our souls" He stated coming closer to my shaking form. "I would like to spend more time with you. Oh well." He was now right in front of me. He grabbed my chin and leaned into my face inspecting me. "Your a pretty one,aren't you~? Your blood would be perfect for my alter" He smirked. He took a knife from the counter and cut my hand. "Ahh" I hissed in pain. "Now we can spend the rest of our time together" He hugged me tight. I tried to wiggle out of his grip,but he was true strong. tears leaked from my eyes. "Mark,why?" I whispered. "Oh honey" He sirked looking down at me. "Marks gone~"

What the frick did I just write? I know they were kidding when they said that goo iplier would be a new alter ego,but I was like "Ya know what? I'm gonna write an imagine about this! Don't underestimate me!". So yeah. Also if you don't know what i'm talking about,then the video is at the top of the chapter.