Chapter One:
Forbidden Link
Markiplier had just woken up not but 20 minutes ago. He smeared the obvious tired look all over his face in attempts to remove it. He had a white coffee mug in his hand with a pixelated “M” with a pink mustache on the side of it. Mark plopped into his computer chair, thoughts of making a video swarming his head. One piece of information was missing from his swarm, what game to play.
“First things first.” Mark thought to himself as he opened up his E-mail. Mark majorly flinched when he saw the most eerie of e-mails in his own inbox labelled only with two words, “The game”. to anyone else this would've been a joyride, but Mark felt a sort of uneasy aura in which closely followed the words. Even though Mark was chilled by the ominous e-mail he still found his hand moving the mouse’s cursor to the e-mail. He strained to not click the e-mail, but to no avail.
Once opened the e-mail was like a sealed bag full of black intoxicating smoke that let out a spine chill galore to Mark, and once a bag is opened all gas contents can’t be put back into the bag. The e-mail only had one thing in it. A link of all things was all that occupied the e-mail. Mark knew he shouldn't click the link but yet again his hand involuntarily began to move the mouse toward to forbidden link and clicked. Mark could almost feel his life swirl down the drain for nothing good could come of this. Mark took a nervous sip of his coffee thinking it might be his last.
The website that the link took Mark to was a black screen with one white, bold, underlined word. “Download” was all that the page said. Mark never would have guessed that that one word could be filled with so much… Creepiness. Mark grew control over his hand and moved it to the exit button in the top right hand corner of the screen, he’s had enough of this. Once Mark clicked the exit button a warning appeared saying “Please Download.” So calm and subtly. He wouldn't, something that caused him this much uneasiness shouldn’t be downloaded on his computer. Mark persisted to close the page, but when he clicked the exit button on the warning another warning appeared in it’s place this time calmly stating “Please download now.”
Mark wouldn't have it. Mark pushed control, alt, and delete to close so he could open task manager, but another warning appeared saying “PLEASE DOWNLOAD NOW!”
“What the literal hell?!” Mark screamed at his computer.
Mark was growing tired of this crap, so he pushed and held the power button to his computer. All that did was bring up another warning. “DOWNLOAD NOW!!!” It was getting serious.
So was Markiplier. Mark reached behind his computer and pulled the plug. The website seemed to have had enough and finally did something that seemed impossible in every way. The website started the download without any permission. Mark sat there utterly god smacked. He glanced back and forth between the power cord and the screen. Mark’s mind was officially blown. There is no in hell that could EVER happen. Yet there it was, doing the impossible.
Once the download was complete it immediately opened. Once opened all that was shown was a percentage that started a zer0 percent. One percent came three seconds later and something paranormal and supernatural took effect. Small, thin, cracks grew into the screen. Each percent came three seconds after the last and the cracks creeped and grew as each percentage passed, never slowing down for a second. Ninety - eight came after five minutes. The cracks were thick and spread all over the screen. Gleaming white light seeped through every crack noticeable.
Ninety - nine.
One hundred.
The computer screen was officially covered in cracks. The screen looked like tempered glass. After five seconds of of nothing happening the tempered screen finally busted outward towards Mark. Shards seemed to have melted before even getting close to the ground. After the burst the screen turned into a vacuum sucking heavy amounts of air in but nothing else. The papers on Mark’s desk were completely untouched by the vacuum, then Mark started being affected by the vacuum. Markiplier has, at this point, wanted to make a break for it when the computer didn't turn off when unplugged but some outside force has had him pinned to the chair. Mark’s chair started inching toward the desk until it got to the desk. From there Mark started being pulled into the screen, being lifted off his chair. Mark struggled to say on the chair but the force was too much. Mark was overcomed by the vacuumed and zipped into the screen. shortly after blacking out due to too much god smacking things happening in one morning.
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