This will be more poetry if I can find the right words XD

There was a still silence.... Silence, the only thing driving people insane at this point. Its unbearable. The hush. You could easily hear every noise due to the lack of talking. You could hear every breath, heartbeat, step. You could hear everything.
Nothing was stopping you.
Tip tap.
Pitter patter.
Bum bum.
Every. Tiny. Noise.
But you couldn't see anything. It felt like you couldn't breath. Couldn't see. Couldn't even speak.
You hear a slight creek.
You felt your body being rearranged on some fort of platform. It was not comfortable.
You could hear whimpering and some laughing but t'was distorted.

You made your way out of a brown, old, potato bag silently. You breath carefully. You hear some whimpering on the other side of the cell. Its dark over there. No not Darkiplier. Light-wise.
No not lightiplier or lightsepticeye either!
"H-hello?" You whisper in a low tone.
"He-hello?" The voice answers. Its shaky and sounds a bit like mark.... Is it? You attempt to grab the flashlight from out of your bag.
You feel something sharp.
'The knife! I still have the knife that m
Mark left!" Your thoughts were scrambled but that was your first ZIP to reality. You then wanted to get out of wherever you were. Lastly, find out who is whimpering like that.
You grab the flashlight.
You hop off the platform and turn on the flashlight.
These someone that looks like the old mark sitting in the corner. He has bandages drenched in what looks like blood around his eyes. He is covering his ears. You grow closer. He is whimpering and shaking.
"A-are you ok? D-do you n-need help?" You stutter quietly. "M-me?" He looks up. "H-help? No one... R-really helps me. Did th-they send you t-to torture  m-me?" He
replies and asks.
"N-no not at all.... They captured me here. D-do you know where they keep the original mark?" You ask. He looks around and replies with a simple "Y-yes."
"Want to escape here?" You ask. "Oh do I ever!" He says. "I'll come up with a plan. If you could tell me where mark is it will work better." You tell him.
"He is over in the confinement chamber which is only a few rooms away. I was trying to talk to him earlier." He says happily.
"Fantastic!" You cheer.
He twitches and whimpers covering his ears.
"Oh I'm sorry! Are you ok?" You ask.
"Yeah m-my ears... They are extremely sensitive..." He replies crying.
"M-my name is (y/n) by the way... What is yours?" You say.
"My n-name is Hostiplier.... Nice to m-meet you (y/n)!" He smiling.

Ok so I have got some explaining to do.
Most of you have no clue who Hostiplier is.
He is the "first draft" of Darkiplier.
Remember that. It comes up later in the book.
Its when mark put the bloody "bandages" around his eyes. You'll get it if you look at the picture above. His ears are so sensitive to sound. He doesn't use his eyes much but that's because he doesn't really have to. He can hear everything.
So yeah.
That's basically it.
Love ya! 💜💜