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Darkiplier- A Story of a Lost Soul



“The light descends and a shadow begins.” That’s what I read when I found this video. A video created by our friendly favorite youtuber, Markiplier, With his kind “Hello everybody!” To his “Holy Balls!” He was a hero to many. But the shade has it’s ways of insanity. This video that I am about to describe to you is what was found lost in the depths of the “Do Not Upload” folder. He mentioned this folder in a video named “Murder clown” This game made little to no sense in gameplay or graphical design. It was just a nice little game put together to disturb people, and did it disturb him. The date on the video was place the day after the clown video was uploaded. The name of the video was called “Dark is rising.” 

Seeing how Mark has been missing for a few days, his apartment was abandoned. His computer sat in a corner logged on, Seeing no harm in it I opened “Dark is rising.” Oddly this video opened up in his video editing software, I scrolled through the timeline briefly just to get a quick little summery of how much work he puts into his videos. Sliding the bar back to the beginning I glanced down at the ending time and it said 1:24:54. “This must be a game that he was going to cut up.” I thought to myself. So since I had the time, I put on his headphones left laying to the right of the mouse, opened it in full screen, and hit the play button. Sitting in his chair I felt almost as if I was him. I felt a slight chill up my spine when i sat down in his chair… almost as if there were someone sitting there.



“Hello everybody! My name is Markiplier and welcome to Darkness Within.” That happy go lucky voice he has at the beginning, it almost made me feel like I was just watching another one of his videos and not doing an investigation. “Now, this is a game that was sent to me via email and the email told me that he/she was the creator of the game. Said that they made it for me, their name was ********. So hell why not give it a shot right? Let’s go!” The name was oddly missing from the voice clip. He clicked the play button and the game goes black, a line of words appear on the screen and Mark reads aloud: “From the light and into the dark, a vanish of bright, an upcoming shade, you soon shall be remade…” I pondered those words as the words faded off into the black abyss of the screen. Mark spoke “Very poetic… yet VERY creepy… Ooohhh this is gonna be a good one, I can tell.”  

The game jumps straight from black to white in an instant. The game took a picture of mark from his webcam and it appeared in the game. He jumped back a little from the screen, as did I of course, and the picture disappeared into darkness. “The hell was that? Maybe it’s a feature built into the game, like one of those games that use your face or something as the avatar.. I don’t know but this seems rather bland so far.” The game slowly faded into a small little room with a couch, a bed, a lamp, and a computer sitting in the corner. “So is this suppose to be my house or something? Oh look a tiny box tim on my desk! AWE IT’S SO TINY!!!!” He walked over to it and clicked it to pick it up, but instead it grew. “Wait what? Why’s the box getting bigger, is that important? Well let’s keep clicking it.” The box grew bigger and bigger, it apparently got heavier as well because it broke the edge of the computer desk in the game. “Oops.. um.. was that suppose to happen? I hope so.” He stopped clicking for a moment to walk around and see if there were anything else he could open or pick up, there was no door nor window, so he went to the box and continued clicking.



<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:19px;font-family:'ShadowsIntoLight';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Holy crap how big is that damn box? Tiny box tim you’re all grown up! Look at you, nobody could take you o-*Hush Mark*....I will NOT hush! You can’t tell ME what to d-*I SAID SILENCE!*” Mark stopped talking instantly. He spoke not a single word, much less make a sound. It’ was almost as if the game was listening to him… “*Keep clicking*” Mark spoke, “Holy shit what the fucking fucker fuck was that..?” You could see a little bit of terror in his face now. He continued clicking until the box was the height of his avatar, or at least eye level seeing how it was a 1st person game. “*Stop*” There was another whisper, “*Open it*” “What do I open it with? Um well let’s see.. oh I have an inventory...crowbar, alright. this is probably just gonna be a jumpscare or something. This game was made for me so that whisper was probably just set at a perfect time I was talking… whatever.” He clicked on the box with the crowbar and the sides of the crate collapsed on its sides. There standing inside was a mirror. <span style="font-size:19px;font-family:'ShadowsIntoLight';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-size:19px;font-family:'ShadowsIntoLight';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">

'''<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:'ShadowsIntoLight';font-size:19px;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.15;text-indent:36pt;">There was a note on the mirror. Mark read aloud the note, “‘The light descends, and a shadow begins’ is that like some kind of puzzle to get out of this room? Well, there’s a lamp over here.” He moved toward the lamp and realized he could click on it, so he did and the light shut off in an instant. It was almost complete darkness, you could see outlines of objects around him such as the bed and the mirror. “Holy shit it’s dark in here, maybe i have like a flashlight in my inventory or something…. let’s see here… I have an eyeball… that wasn’t there before.” He walked toward the outline of the mirror and looked up at the top of it, there was a circular area the size of a golf ball there. “Oh, maybe the eye goes in there..? Yes, no maybe? Ah yup there we go!” A faint light grew from the mirror, it was a white light. It slowly grew brighter and brighter and a figure slowly emerged from the blinding light. The figure wore all black, and was looking down. He raised his head slowly, he wore glasses, had black hair which was in a fauxhawk, just like Marks. He snapped his head up, his neck making a cracking noise, and stared into the screen. “Ooookaayy… I can’t move.. um…*Oh Mark, you seemed to be trapped, isn’t that a shame?*” The figure spoke to mark in a menacing and hostile voice. “*If you knew what’s best, you would’ve deleted this game, you should’ve never opened this email*” Marks eyes grew wide and his mouth agape. “*What’s wrong there Mark? You look like you’ve seen a butt-stabber! Or that little fellow from vanish. Oooh what did it look like again?*” The game switched from the figure to the game vanish, Mark was forced to play vanish, he couldn’t close the game out. “Are you fucking kidding me? I have to play this damn game?!” “*Yes, Hello everybody and welcome back to Vanish!*” The entity spoke for Mark, there was even a facecam of the entity in the top right corner. There were two Markipliers playing this game, except the entity was playing as the moleman and Mark was playing as the guy walking around in the sewers. It was split screen, the evil shadow was on the bottom. '''

<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:'ShadowsIntoLight';font-size:19px;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.15;">“Okay… i’m really not sure what to do here… I guess we’re playing Vanish, I was done with this game. I never wanted to play it again.” <span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:'ShadowsIntoLight';font-size:19px;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.15;">“*Oh, my apologies Mark, I have failed to introduce myself appropriately, you’re probably wondering who I am… Well my name is simple… I am you, I am your shade, I am the one behind you in the light, and the one inside you in the night. I am Darkiplier.*”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:19px;font-family:'ShadowsIntoLight';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I looked at Mark and he was expressionless… he didn’t know what to think nor believe. He wanted to close the game and stop the recording but he couldn’t exit anything, he was forced to play Vanish, so he pushed forward. “So what’s the point of this ga-*DIE!* AAHHGGHH ShitFUCK AssPISS AND BALLS!” The Moleman grabbed Mark and killed him, the infamous vanish death screen scrolled by. There was silence for about 17 seconds, Darkiplier was staring into his webcam smiling while Mark was pushing himself against the back of his chair. “..Holy shit… gave me heart attack… Well let’s try again.” “*Yes, keep playing, because you can never stop!*” This was said each time Mark died, and every time Darkiplier attacked he said “*DIE*” then smiled at the webcam. When Mark died his third time, he said “NO FUCK IT FUCK THIS GAME FUCK IT ALL!” The quit option was available and he clicked it. When he clicked on it the game froze for a moment and Darkipliers face fell from a menacing smile to a horrid and hateful frown. The screen went pitch black and there was alot more terror in Marks eyes than there was at the beginning of the game.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:19px;font-family:'ShadowsIntoLight';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">The screen slowly faded into the original setting with Darkiplier standing in the mirror, except he wasnt in the mirror, He was standing outside of it. The evil entity was frowning morbidly and cocked his head to the side making a snapping sound and the everything spun around. Mark switched spots with Darkiplier and then was shoved into the mirror. Mark watched silently as this all happened, his avatar looked around helplessly inside the mirror looking for a way out, but all he could see was white. Darkiplier spoke, “*I think i’ll be taking your place now, seeing how our loved Markiplier has gone… missing*” He smiled Devilishly and walked toward the computer and sat down. Mark could move his character again and walked around aimlessly for about 5 minutes in absolute silence then caught a small glimpse of something in the distance. “Oh? what’s that. Please tell me it’s a way out, I don’t wanna play this anymore.” He walked toward the figure and it was an image of Bob, Wade, and himself sitting on a couch. It was an image from the GTA V gameplay. Mark clicked on it and he vanished from the picture. It was just Bob and Wade.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:19px;font-family:'ShadowsIntoLight';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">The image of Wade slowly moved his head to look at Mark and said “Who’s the loser now Mark?” He wore a devilish grin much like the one Darkiplier had. “Oh...I see.” Mark spoke solemnly. “Well… I don’t see anything else here, might as well go back toward where the mirror is.” Mark approached the mirror and peered into it. Through it he saw Bob and Wade standing there, right beside Darkiplier. They were laughing while playing turbo dismount. Darkiplier slowly turned his head and looked at the mirror. He smiled evily, and lowered his hand and a curtain lowered infront of the mirror. I looked at his facecam and he was staring at his screen with a sad and almost lonely expression. The line of words appeared on the screen from the beginning again “The light descends and a shadow begins.” I scrolled through the remaining hour left through the video and it was just the same line of words and Marks lonely expression…

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:19px;font-family:'ShadowsIntoLight';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I left the room and walked toward his closet. There he was, a stool laying on the ground, tiny box tim in his hand, and his contorted neck on the rope hanging from the ceiling. There was a bloodied knife laying on the ground and his wrists were oozing blood still….

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:19px;font-family:'ShadowsIntoLight';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-size:19px;font-family:'ShadowsIntoLight';color:#000000;font-weight:bold;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Death report:

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:19px;font-family:'ShadowsIntoLight';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Mark Fischbach, Missing since 7:04 PM June 20th, 2014. Found dead in apartment at 4:17 PM June 23rd, 2014 <span style="font-size:19px;font-family:'ShadowsIntoLight';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-size:19px;font-family:'ShadowsIntoLight';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Cause of death: Suicide attempt with knife on wrists and then hung self, neck broken in 17 places. <span style="font-size:19px;font-family:'ShadowsIntoLight';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-size:19px;font-family:'ShadowsIntoLight';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Funural will be announced only to friends and family.

<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:'ShadowsIntoLight';font-size:19px;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.15;">“I am your shade, I am the one behind you in the light, and inside you in the night, I am Darkiplier…” These words echo through my head, and soon will echo through yours….

 

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:right;"><span style="font-size:19px;font-family:'ShadowsIntoLight';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Written By Spyroryan64

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:right;"><span style="font-size:19px;font-family:'ShadowsIntoLight';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">help from the facebook Markiplier fan group “Markiplier’s Heros”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:180pt;"><span style="font-size:19px;font-family:'ShadowsIntoLight';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">*I do not own the rights or trademark to Darkiplier*

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:288pt;"><span style="font-size:19px;font-family:'ShadowsIntoLight';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I hope you enjoyed this story :) <span style="font-size:19px;font-family:'ShadowsIntoLight';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;"> <ac_metadata title="Darkiplier- A story of a Lost Soul"> </ac_metadata>