Bye Bye (Darkiplier x Reader) Chapter 3 [FINAL]

“Really though, you brought this on yourself~”
His thumb dragged across your bottom lip.
“I asked you if you were sure. You told me 'yes'...”
You shuddered as he pressed down and forced your lips to part a little.
“In big...bold...capital letters. Yet now I suppose you want to go back on your word?”

It felt like it had been your whole life that you had desired to be this close to your favourite YouTuber. But now you wanted nothing more than to escape him completely. This was all so twisted, so utterly fucked up. All this time you had just naively assumed that 'Darkiplier' was nothing but a character. An amusing little creation that Markiplier liked to pull out of the bag when he was feeling mischievous. Fuel for creepypasta and fangirl dreams.

But no. It was way too real. His freezing touch told you that much.
You could wish and wish this was a dream, but it wouldn't make it the case.

Suddenly, Dark pulled away from you. You immediately sank to your knees, trembling weakly, and watching him warily as he continued to explore your rather messy room. His slender hands lightly dusted over every surface, touching what they passed as if they might taint them with a dark and maleficent stain.

“You live alone, don't you, [Y/N]...”
...How does he know that?
“It's rather admirable. You work a minimum wage job, yet you scrape and scrimp every month just so you can afford to live in this little apartment. All alone...”
Your fingernails dug hard into your kneecap as you hid your face behind it. You could only half-see, but could definitely feel his eyes on you.

“Alone...and vulnerable. It's all so perfect~”
Dark threw his arms out in a dramatic gesture and closed his eyes, inhaling deeply before exhaling slowly.
“Ahhh...yes...so perfect...”

“Wh-why me!? Why not someone else!?” You blurted out, standing up shakily again. He just looked at you quizically.
“I already told you, didn't I? You were so persistent, how could I ignore you?”

So you really had doomed yourself.

“Now do you finally see?” Dark placed his hands on his jean-clad hips and walked up to you again, with a much quicker pace this time. You quickly dove aside, trying to escape him before he could grab you, but it was too late. His almost clawed hand swiftly gripped your arm as soon as you flew past, and you were spun round abruptly and slammed back against the edge of your computer desk.

Coughing sharply, you were momentarily so dazed that you almost didn't notice his body changing position. But when your eyes focussed again, you saw that he was basically right on top of you, leaning right over the desk that you had fallen back against.

Immediately you tried to push away from it, but his tall form easily blocked you with an arm to your neck. You were pinned back down against the wood, your fragile form framed by the glaring laptop light.

“Now...” Dark leered at you, shifting his arm so that his hand was the only thing keeping you pinned. Still too strong to resist, though you did try.
“-Now that little Marky Moo is gone for good, it's time I started dealing with his fans, no?”
Your blood ran cold, and colder still as he lowered his face to yours. All you could see were those horribly dark eyes of his...like pools of tar...

“Unless you'd rather join me, my Tiny Box Tim...”
He teased, and you were tempted to spit in his face. But you just took to gritting your teeth in bold defiance, which gave him a good chuckle.
“Don't appreciate the nickname? For someone who's supposedly such a big fan of Mark, you don't appreciate much, do you?”

“...You're...not Mark...” You managed to hiss out, but he just rolled his eyes, picking absent-mindedly at the nails on his other hand. You could see now that they were definitely more like black claws than human fingernails.
“Well, yes. Technically, no. I can certainly do a lot of things that he can't. Like climbing through laptop screens...that's a good example.”

Blinking, you looked aside. No way out...were you as good as dead?
“...How...how did you do that anyway?”

“How? Reality gets in the way at times, but it's easily toggled with. That reminds me...I need to tell Anti about this...”
Whimpering, you gave one last-ditch attempt to get him off you, your hand snatching around his wrist and trying to pull his own hand off your chest. But it wouldn't budge, not even by a millimetre. He just watched in amusement until you finally gave up, letting your arm flop back down by your side again.

“I'm glad we're in agreement then~” Dark purred, and tilted his head. That twisted little smile had returned, bolder than ever.
“Thank you for your time, [Y/N].”

Lips parting in a gasp, you almost responded. But his hand shoving sharply against your chest knocked all the wind and words from your lungs. As you were sent careening backwards through the laptop screen, the last thing you saw was his grinning face, static, and then, nothing, except his echoing words...

“Bye bye~”