Dark x Jack.

Again, strong language and references that some readers may find offensive. This is also pretty dark and somewhat disturbing I guess?

Jack stood in line for the carousel at the theme park with his cotton candy in hand. He must have been on it at lease five times already, trying to buy time whilst waiting for Mark and Wade. They had gone off somewhere about an hour ago to get everyone pick-and-mixes, and hadn't returned since.

As Jack neared the front of the line again, he sighed and smiled awkwardly at the workers who were giving him obvious hacky looks. He didn't blame them. He was a grown man, alone, with cotton candy about to ride a fucking carousel. For the hundredth time.

After contemplating for a minute, he decided to go and try to find Mark and Wade. He stepped out of the que (of mostly small children and their parents) and made his way towards the small shop in which the two other men had entered.

Once he reached the door, he opened it, causing the little bell to make a jingling sound. It was very quiet for it to be the only sweet shop in the busy theme park but Jack shook it off and went to look down the small isles of large jars of delicious-looking chocolate and candy.

"Mark? Wade?" He whisper-shouted, not wanting to draw attention to himself from the people who worked here, even though he couldn't see anyone. "Markimoo? Wade-ipoo?" He repeated, laughing to himself slightly at the names.

He walked to the counter to ask if the shop keeper had seen them but to his surprise, there was no one there. He was beginning to think his friends had ditched him when he heard something from inside the "staff only" area. A voice was it? He could swear he heard a muffled shout saying his name. "Sean!".

He knocked on the "staff only" door and waited for an answer. Someone had to be in here? Or was it closed and Jack had misread the sign?

Just as he was about to leave, he heard a hand twisting the door knob from the other side. He sighed in relief and waited for the person to open the door.

Once the door finally opened Jack gasped at the sight of the man that stood before him, making him drop the cotton candy he had held in his now shaking hand. It was Mark. But it wasn't Mark.

The man's hair was deep black (with a hint of Mark's red color) and flat on his head, almost getting in his dark, sunken eyes. The stubble on his chin looked extremely rough and uneven and his clothes were dark and dull. The most disturbing part for Jack though, was the disgusting, sharp-toothed grin which was plastered on his face.

"M-Mark you look terrible!" Jack stuttered, "Where's Wade? Are you ok?"

"Oh. I'm fine but I'm not Mark" The man stated simply, his grin still present. "In fact, you could call me the complete opposite of Mark. Name's Darkiplier..." he stepped aside, revealing the horrific sight behind him. The bloody bodies of the workers were piled up neatly in one corner of the blood-stained storage room. And in the other corner was a sight that Jack never had thought he would see. A sight he had had nightmares of. He could see Mark - the real Mark - tied up to the floor and hunched over Wade's mauled body, bawling his eyes out. Mark then looked up to Jack, revealing the gag that was keeping him from speaking. His eyes were red and puffy from crying and his face and arms were covered in fresh, deep gashes.

Jack stood there, paralized to the spot and hoping it was all a dream before screaming, "MARK!" And attempting to run up to the mess of a man. A strong hand gripped the collar of his shirt and pulled him back.

"NO!" Dark shouted at him, "No more Mark! You're Dark's property now!"

Jack gasped and attempted to escape Dark's grasp unsuccessfully. The muffled screams of Mark were going off in the background.

"Fuck you!" Jack screamed, spitting at Dark's face. Dark just chuckled and pushed Jack up against the wall in front of Mark, pinning his arms by his sides. "Just let Mark go you bastard!" He screamed and looked helplessly at Mark who was shaking his head furiously. Tears were now cascading down Jack's cheeks.

Dark put a hand under Jack's chin and pulled his face closer to his own. He smiled evilly.

"Never gonna happen... unless..." he grinned.

"What? What is it?" Jack asked, ignoring Mark's "no's".

"I will let your bo- friend go," Dark corrected himself, "if you promise to stay with me. Forever."

Jack reluctantly nodded and to that, Dark slammed his lips into Jack's, much to the dismay of Mark who watched, helpless.

Dark kissed Jack hard but Jack wasn't even trying. Furious, Dark kissed even harder and fuller. Jack couldn't help but melt slightly at Dark's lips against his for, after all, he was Mark. And Jack loved Mark.

After a while of forceful kissing, Jack eventually fully engaged into it, kissing back. Mark just sat there beside Wade's dead body, watching, in pain, his almost-boyfriend.

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Oh god.
I was not ready for that.
I wasn't ready.
But I wrote it anyway.
Wow.
Much triggered.
Such darkness.
*dies*

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