MarkiplierxReader - Agateophobia - X

"Let me go! Let me go!" you thrashed wildly in Yami's arms.

"Jesus, [f/n], calm down, I'm not going to kill you," he released you as you spun to face him. The two of you were now standing on a light grey square in the middle of a pitch black world.

"I don't care that you're not going to kill me, Yami, why'd you take me out of the room?"

"You would've been killed along with Felix, and you would've had to restart the game again with no way out."

"Bullshit." He blinked in surprise at your curse. "We were fine until you broke the map."

"How else was I going to get you out?"

"We could've taken him with us." Yami's anger faded into sadness. "What? What's wrong? Is this something like they've been dead and I've been dreaming this whole time?"

"No. I need to tell you something."

"So, tell me."

"I knew that you had been a patient at Wesley, though I didn't know you personally. I didn't make the connection until you told me."

"What connection?"

"[l/n], I checked you out of Wesley."

So he saved you from those bastards who psychologically destroyed you. Okay, you didn't hate him as much as you did.

"I guess I owe you one, then," you replied.

"A lot of people do. You, though, I'm not worried about. I just want to help you."

"I trust you, Yami, I've known you for a while."

"There's a reason I called you back to Wesley. After I dismissed the three guys - do you remember their names?"

Unfortunately, you did. "Jordan, Sparkles, and Lewis."

"They were gone for a while, but soon I noticed that the people who were in when you were there stopped aging. It was like the hospital was a sort of time capsule. I was fine, but they weren't. They didn't improve. That is, until you showed up. You knew how to deal with them better than the lackeys."

"I'm a doctor, after all."

"I thought you had the key to defeat the real runner of Wesley. That time you were sick a few months back, when that bug was going around, Jordan paid me a visit. He brought his friends, who call themselves the Creatures. They're minions of the thing running the games. They threatened me, saying that if I didn't do...something...they'd give me up to him."

"Him? You mean like the Gamemaker?"

"If that's what you want to call him, sure. Or Darkiplier."

"Darkiplier? Sounds like Markiplier."

"He takes Mark's form now, ever since Mark was committed. I did what I had to do."

"Wait, Yami, what did you do?"

"I..." He winced. "...may have bound your soul to the hospital. Same with all the other patients."

"You what? How did you do that?"

"I can't remember. All I know is, when I finished, Jordan told me that I was safe and that you would not be able to stay away from Wesley for more than 24 hours. But when I watched you these past weeks trying to figure out what was going on, I couldn't do it. I told him that he couldn't keep you in the hospital like that. As punishment, I got trapped in my own game."

"Are we going to play it?"

"Nah, I broke that too. Point is, we have to sever our souls from this place."

"I figured that out. Will that save Mark and Felix, and Stanley?"

"Honestly, I don't know."

"Do you know where he has his, like, center of power?"

"I think I do, but I've never been able to get in."

"Maybe I can. I'm pretty good at puzzles."

"Then let's call him." Yami cupped his hands over his mouth. "Hey Darkiplier!"

A low hum surrounded you. "Aaron, what is it this time?"

"I have found a traitor to your games."

"What, the one called [f/n]? They are not of concern to me."

"But sir, they insist on speaking to you directly."

Deathly silence. Out of nowhere, a towering ornate door materialized in front of you. It opened with an unearthly creak. You glanced at Yami, more scared than you'd ever been. You felt an oncoming attack, but you actively pushed down your symptoms and breathed regularly. If you were going to freak out, you weren't going to do it while confronting that bastard.

The two of you walked through the door into a large room.

"Welcome to My Dimension."