"Mark!" You said happily, a smile forming on your face. "I can't believe that you're here."
"Of course I'm here." He said, stepping into the room. For some odd reason, he seemed....different. You didn't know why he seemed different. He just did. "Why wouldn't I be here?"
"You left to go to L.A." You said. "I figured that you were gone by now."
"Oh, (R/N) didn't tell you?" He asked with a puzzled look on his face.
"You didn't tell me that you were coming back!" She protested.
"Right." Mark said. "Maybe I forgot to tell you."
"You did." She said, standing up. "Well, I'll leave you two lovebirds to catch up."
She did so, looking back at us and smiling. But, for some odd reason, the smile seemed fake.
"This is all so weird." You said.
"What's weird darling?" Mark asked, taking your hand in his.
"Everything." You said. "Everything is just so messed up."
"Life's just a bit twisted (Y/N)." He said. "I would know."
"Okay." You said after a few moments of heavy silence between the two of you. "This is going to sound totally insane."
"Hit me." He said. "Insane is my middle name. Mark Insane Fischbach."
"You wish." You said. "Anyway, you seem really different."
"How so?" He asked.
"And here's where the insane part comes in." You said. "I have no idea whatsoever."
"Well, you're probably just a bit loopy from just waking up from a coma." He said. "That's gotta be it."
"Maybe." You said. "But you know what would absolutely hilarious?"
"What?"
"What if you were Darkiplier and you pretended to be Mark in order to make me love you." You said, laughing after you said that.
Mark laughed as well. But his laugh sounded...almost menacing.
"I'm going to assume that the evil laugh was just a joke?" You asked.
"Yep." He said.
"Well, damn." You said. "I didn't know that you had such a good evil laugh. It sounds really sexy."
"Do you think so, (Y/N)?" He asked, getting very close to your face. "Prove it to me."
You did so, giving him a kiss on the lips. He kissed you back, but you didn't feel the passion and love that you usually felt when the two of you kissed. In fact, you didn't feel really anything at all.
"Do you love me?" You asked after the kiss ended.
"Of course I do (Y/N)." Mark said. "Why wouldn't I love you?"
"Well, it's just that.." You said. You quickly paused before finishing, "I didn't feel the passion and love in our kiss like I always do when we kiss."
"How strange." He said, feeling his warm breath hit your face. He held your chin close to his face with some of his fingers. "Let's try it again, shall we?"
You kissed him again. But you still didn't feel the sparks.
"I still don't feel it." You said, putting one hand on his chest. "And I don't feel your heart beating really fast. Whenever I kiss you, your heart always beats so fast that I worry that it's going to burst right out of your chest."
"(Y/N), I am here telling you right now that I am in love with you." Mark said. "Do you need any further proof than that?"
"I guess not." You said. "I'm sorry that I'm acting really strange. It's just...after everything that I saw in the coma, I'm a little bit messed up at the moment."
"You don't have to apologize for anything." He said, sitting down next to you. "But you must tell me what you saw. I'm quite curious."
You began telling him the tale of everything fucked up and strange that happened during your coma.