DarkiplierxReader- Late Night

It was late at night as you sat down at your computer, waiting for the screen to come to life. It was a long day of activity, barely having time to stay and relax at home. Looking at the time you notice it's almost midnight. Man, you were out all day since seven in the morning. You were exhausted already by three in the afternoon, and now you just wanted to relax a bit before going to sleep. Once the computer came to life you log in, and open up an internet browser, pulling up youtube. With how many times you visit the site, specifically a certain youtube channel, you might as well make it your home page. Scrolling through your subscriptions you come upon what you were looking for. Markiplier. Your favorite YouTube channel, and in your opinion one of the best channels around. Going through his feed you notice there was no new videos for the day, which was a reason to worry since he updated every day. Quickly you flip to Facebook and Twitter, noticing he didn't post anything on there either. By now worry was blooming in you, as with the rest of his subscribers. Not even Wade or Bob knew what was up, it was a mystery. With a sigh of defeat you shut down your computer, going to sleep without your daily dose of Markiplier.

Around five in the morning your phone starts to ring brining you out of your light sleep. You pat around you trying to figure out where your phone was. Finally your hand touches your phone and you bring it up to your eyes. The number was unknown, and it said no name, place or even the number calling. Curiously you answer the phone, "Hello?" Your voice is groggy, blinking your eyes to adjust to being awake.

"Hello, (F/N)." The voice cooed on the other side, his somber voice sounding so familiar, "I want you. I want you here with me. Come to me..." His voice was like a siren's song, lulling you to him. You lean into your phone, as if trying to get closer to him. Suddenly you fall out of your bed, hitting the ground with a thud. You look up noticing your phone is off. Odd. A flicker of light catches your attention, drawing your eyes to your computer. On the screen was an extremely familiar face. Markiplier's face. But... Something was off. His eyes were darker, his gorgeous brown eyes now a brilliant crimson. His skin was pale, lacking color and had features like his skin was too tight on his bones, showing the smooth darkened patterns of his skull and jaw bone. It creeped you out, causing you to back up a couple inches.

"Don't be scared bay-bee," he cooed again, flashing a charming yet sinister smile at you, "Don't you want to be with me?" He looked sad, a disturbing look of sadness appearing to be more fake than real, "Or are you only attracted to Mark?" He took a moment to look into your eyes, his crimson eyes reflecting off of yours. There was a pause, silence creeping over your room. Slowly he lifted his hand up, pressing it against the screen, a softer smile spreading on his face, "I'm just like him. The same person, but so much better." His smile eased your nerves slightly, your doubt about that he was the same person as Mark fading away. He seemed sweet enough despite his looks. He was dark, but seductive, having the sweet personality of Markiplier. You smile slightly with him, carefully lifting your hand up to his, pressing it against the screen between the two of you, "What are you doing here?" You whisper to yourself, thinking it's just a dream, "Are you real?" His smile broadened, continuing to look into your (E/C) eyes, "I am real bay-bee. I am not a dream." He purred, his voice sounding all around you, "I am here, just for you." You felt warmth spread through your hand upon the screen, startling you a bit, as if you were actually touching his hand. The warmth started to spread up your arm, from the finger tips up to your head and down to your toes. It encompassed you, warming your heart, "Close your eyes," He whispered to you, and you obeyed, feeling the warmth continue to flow through you.

As you kept your eyes closed, he put his free hand against the screen, but unlike his other hand it phased through the screen, quietly not to disturb you. His upper arm was through the screen when he laced his fingers in with yours, causing you to jump a bit, wanting to open your eyes, "No," His voice commanded you, "Do not open your eyes," you could feel his stare narrow at you, causing you to keep your eyes shut tightly. You couldn't disobey, not only because you were enticed by him, but you were afraid what would happen if you pissed off a man like him. Once you calmed down, he smiled, leaning in close to the screen, quickly phasing through the screen, close to your face, "You are mine," his voice was right next to your ear, hot breath on your ear. Before you could react his lips pressed up against yours, pulling you into a deep kiss. His free hand reached around to the back of your head, gripping your hair as he continued to kiss you. You tried to pull back from the kiss, but his hand forced you to stay in one position, a growl rumbling from the back of his throat. You couldn't move, restricted like the prey of a boa constrictor. He leaned in closer, his upper torso sticking out from the screen of your computer. Who was this guy? It was a question that was burning through your mind, plaguing your thoughts as you were helpless to pull away from this, man. He parted the kiss suddenly, his crimson eyes focusing on your (E/C) eyes. An almost dorkish grin appeared on his face, his hand caressing your left cheek, "You are so beautiful, bay-bee," His somber voice was low, angelic to your ears.

He then pushed you back in the chair by a couple feet, shocking you and causing you to fall off said chair. You rub your side where you fell, and glanced up to your computer. A gasp escapes your lips as you see him phase the rest of his body through the screen, doing something like a dive roll, but not so expertly, and land in front of you, your eyes the same level. Is this real? You ask yourself as you stared into the man's eyes who just came through your computer screen. He grins again, placing his hand once again on your cheek, "This is all real my little biscuit." What did he just call you? Your eyes narrow slightly at him, is this some sort of joke. I'm not his Tiny Box Tim! Again, he spoke as if he was reading your mind, "Oh but you are my Tiny Box Tim, because you are mine, bay-bee." He tilted his head slightly to the side, his grin turning into a softer smile, "And you will be mine forever." His thumb rubbed your cheek, silence spreading across the room as he stared deeply into your eyes. His smile grew, his other hand touching your free cheek gently, leaning in closer to you, "Will you be mine… and mine alone?"

Words failed you at the moment, you open your lips but nothing came out. After time of not saying anything, his expression turned dark, "You don't want to be mine?" His voice hissed, like a snake rearing up after its tail was trotted on. His grip on your cheeks tightened, making you wince in pain. He growled, pulling your face closer to his, "You have no choice if you want it or not…." his grin turned dark, pulling his hands away from your cheeks, putting them on your shoulders, "I can change your mind…" With a grin flashing his teeth, he dove in at your neck, starting out kissing it softly between your shoulder an ear. As not much of a response comes from you, he moves closer to your ear, nipping gently at it, causing you to squirm a bit. he chuckled, licking your cheek, "You like that?" His hands moved down from your shoulders to under your arms on your chest, returning his lips to your neck, this time closer to your shoulder.

His kisses became rougher, his lips trailing up and down your neck. You arch your back, trying not to give into the lust throbbing in your chest. Once he hit your spot, you were melting in his hands. He chuckled, circling his finger around the spot, "Ah, so that's your special spot…~" He grinned, diving in to kiss it, nip at it, and run his lips over it. As you let out quiet moans, his hands trailed closer towards the front of your chest, kissing deeper and deeper after every kiss. Finally, after a nip at the spot, you were barely able to form the word, "Yes." He lifted his head up, looking into your eyes, "Hmmm? I couldn't hear you dear." He nipped at the area again, getting a louder response from you, "Yes."

Stopping, he looks back up at you, smiling, "That's just what I wanted to hear…" The grin on his face suddenly turned dark, the room around you starting to turn black. The last thing you see is his crimson eyes glowing and his voice lulling you to sleep, "You will be mine forever…~"