This is what happens when I choose to be a dumbass and not go to sleep until 2 am.

It had been a long sluggish day. I didn't really do much besides watch YouTube and a bit of Netflix. I felt unaccomplished, I should've worked today. Brian is gonna be pissed I didn't try to write a song.

Anxiety started to flood in causing me to drown. Everything was starting to go dark. I was in a void no longer in my living room. A hand was placed on my shoulder.

"Hello, John."

I turned around too see Markiplier but he looked different. He kept his hand on my shoulder and refused to let go even after I shook it off. There was a weird effect on him. Why was he here anyway? How did he get inside? Why was it dark? "Mark? Why are you here?"

"Lennon, I'm not mark. You haven't paid much attention have you? You don't even know who I am, do you?" His voice was deeper than Marks normal voice and had a lot more of a grave tone to it.

"No... am I supposed too?"

"AM I SUPPOSED TOO?" He yelled mocking me before turning back to his serious deep voice. "I'm Darkiplier."

"Why are you here?"

"I heard your dilemma, I could help." His hand was even tighter on me. "Just let me in." He tried to be comforting but it failed since he still had a tight grip on me.

"No!" His grip got even tighter, it was starting to hurt.

"I could give you everything! Just let me in!" His voice became distorted and harsh. I felt something start too poor down my arm. I looked at my shoulder and saw blood. It all went dark after that.

What am I doing with my life?