(Becca's POV.)

"Hello everybody, my name's Markiplier and welcome to whatever the Hell this horror game is!" He grins like an idiot at the camera, sitting in his recording room, in a different country, and probably working on something else right now as we speak. I can't help but force out a small, tiny smile; the way he acts like himself just seals the deal on his playful personality, he's truly one of the nicest people on this planet that I've ever met. Plus he just has that effect sometimes, being charming and all.

The video buffers a tiny bit, gotta love sharing WiFi with your neighbor. Before you assume the worst; it's our network, the poor guy next door just so happens to be one of our Jr. High friends who can't afford to pay an internet bill right now. As long as he doesn't run cords from our router into his apartment; we shouldn't have any problems…

"I bought it a while back because a few of you mentioned it to me in the comments and-"

In the video, he cuts himself off a little while looking down beside him with a really confused expression on his face, pulling out a PS4 game case that has no title whatsoever, and it's just a mixture of black, grey and white on the so called cover page, while showing it to the camera that he has facing towards him.

"Well that was weird; it had a title when I bought it... Hell if I remember what it was called."

My eyes widen while they're glued to the screen in front of me, the game is bad news for anyone who isn't used to the thrill of horror and gore; up close and personal. My black cat gazes up at me from the bed that's beside my chair with his annoyed golden eyes.

My cat's not natural, anyone who meets him reminds me constantly at how remarkably huge he is for an indoor cat. He's massive but it's mostly fluff and muscle, this cat has no ounce of fat on him and his fur's at least four inches long and twice as thick. I also had people tell me that his age is unusual as well; my dad got him in '89 way before he even knew who my mother was. Needless to say, this bastard has had a lot of names in his life, and he's permanently and legally stuck with the most ridiculous one of them all.

Dammit Mark, I messaged you to warn you about not playing that game; it's completely fucked up. Why didn't you listen to me?

As for me and Mark, usually we message each other a lot; awhile back we've become good friends during one of his older livestreams; the first 24 hour one he did to be exact. I kept saying things that made him laugh when he was getting clearly irritated and tired, and ever since he started doing livestreams more often; mind you they were less severe than 24 hours, and I never missed a single one since. I guess a couple months ago he messaged me on Twitch; giving me one of his numbers so we could keep in touch. Things were different back then before his channel exploded with numbers upon numbers of people, and honestly I miss those quiet days sometimes.

"Whatever this thing is, it looks; fun...?" He finishes his sentence by looking at the camera again with a questioning expression. He slowly puts the case down on the floor beside him giving it one last look while shivering a little.

"I got a weird feeling about this one tingling in my... - Never mind; family-friendly show! At least I'm trying to…" His adorable, goofy smile is contagious even through a computer screen. He's clearly nervous about this game; but also excited at the same time like any other Let's Player I know.

I sigh deeply, my heart does hurt a little knowing exactly what's going to happen to him. Strange things happen in that game and I should know; I own a copy. I glance down at my phone that's lying face down on my desk beside my keyboard, I guess that explains why I haven't heard back from him lately; usually he replies within a couple hours but it's been almost a day.

"You're a damn fool for buying it." I mutter to myself, sitting alone in my room staring at the screen in front of me. Even though he's an idiot, he's a lovable one at most.

"Anywho! Let's begin, shall we?" He stares seductively at the camera in front of him, winking before he glances down and picks up his controller while making faces at his audience like he always does when he waits for the loading screen.

My head hits my computer desk; I can't believe he's actually going to play it. Playing this game is a death sentence; who the Hell would suggest this damn thing to anyone, and how the Hell did he get a hold of it? To be fair, I got mine from an old used video game store in a flea market; I never questioned why there was only one PS4 game among millions of old Nintendo, Playstation, and everything in between stock; until I started to play it.

Mark…

I sigh again, he already sold his soul to the devil at this point, and all I can do is sit and watch and hope that he bought a fake copy. I don't even know if there are fake copies floating around to be honest; but for his sake I hope his doesn't work.

"Uhhhh… Ooookay?" His eyes squint at the screen while it stays black like it has been for the past minute; making a very confused face once again he begins pressing buttons on his control, mumbling unrecognizable noises of distress.

"Well I broke the game everybody, surprise, surprise!" He sarcastically claps for himself ranting about how every game he enjoys always somehow ends up breaking on him several times.

Huh, maybe he did get a fake copy if it's not loading right now.

I breathe easily, relaxing my body and sitting up straight a little while lifting my head from the desk, smiling and feeling a little bit more relaxed than what I was when I saw the beginning of this video.

Almost instantly, he gets all happy again. Babbling on about how he was looking forward to the game, and basically bullshitting the fact that he wanted to play it when in reality, he probably had some inner common sense telling him not to even turn it on. He was relieved that the game didn't work, and he has no idea how happy I am at this point.

"It appears that-" He began in his casual voice, cutting himself off from the sudden motion in his computer screen while it grows a little bit brighter each second. His camera catches his reaction; it's crossed between 'ah shit' and 'what's going on?'

"What was that?" He gets a little more scared, leaning forward towards the screen instead of leaning backwards like he usually does when something terrifies him on the screen as it slowly fades from black into grey in a matter of several seconds.

Shit…

He looks behind him and then back at his monitor again, giving the illusion that he's not alone. "Is that supposed to happen...?" He questions as if he's talking to someone else that's behind him.

Just as he looks back towards the camera, the grey light turns into a white light that completely blinds everyone watching this video. You can even see the blinding affect on his camera and the white shining light that leaps off of his monitor too. I already know what happens next, and I wish he listened to me the second he texted me telling me about this awesome 'game.' Too bad what he didn't know is that it's awesome alright; if you live through it.

You're kidding me, right? The one time I wished it was a fake.

I automatically jump up from my computer chair, clenching the edge of the desk within my grasp while I watch the bright, blinding light engulf his screen for a good thirty seconds; both on the camera and in the actual game. The audio is completely silent as well; he's getting clever at hiding his tracks whenever he brings in people to his domain, that's for sure.

My jaw drops, I knew it wouldn't be a fake; I've never heard of any fakes made just yet, I don't even think people who know about this game make it out alive so they can't even make a fake copy; not to sound all high and mighty here, but I jump in all the time. It could be because of my overly attached addiction to horror and gore giving me a chance at survival… Glancing down to my right, I notice my copy of the game except half of the title is visible instead of what Mark's was. The words are scratched out in blood, and I can't even make anything out of it.

Okay, when did he post this? I might be too late already. This isn't good...

Panic settles in, not only does this game kill its victims, but once you've found a loophole it gets even more difficult because the game itself knows what you do, and wants you to die. Eventually the screen returns back to normal, except for where Mark usually sits, there's nothing but his headset cord laying across the back of his massive computer chair. A few seconds after that, the video stops right there; no outro or anything, it just cuts off so suddenly; leaving the rest of his audience confused and left in the dark.

Hastily I scroll down a little on the video, checking the time it was posted. Some of the comments catch my eye, they think it's one of his stupid jokes again like that horror cat video he posted a while back, but I know better than that; this one's real.

At least it was only posted a couple hours ago, I still have some time. Dammit Mark, I hope you've learned your lesson by now.

Quickly, I grab a piece of paper and a pencil, scribbling down a small note for my roommate to read when she comes back from her late afternoon class, letting her know it's probably going to be a while before I ever return here again.

She knows about this game already, and the whole drill thing we have. The last thing we need is all of the YouTubers playing this as well, because once you die in there; you don't spawn back. And if you do die in here, you turn into one of them. Hopefully she can convince other people to stay away from it while I'm gone.

My soft, sleek black cat meows at me again, uncurling himself from his little ball position and stretching out his paws, jumping down from my bed with his golden yellow eyes widening a little, as if he knows I'm going in there and he doesn't want me to anymore.

"Don't worry baby, I'll be back soon; I promise." I smile a tiny bit, bending down and scratching behind his ears to assure him, he purrs wildly, rubbing his long body against my legs as a sad farewell.

He hates people, he always has. Anyone who even tries to touch him will cause him to freak out and either attacks them or he trips them when they try to walk. Nobody knows why, my parents took care of him and didn't abuse him; none of us did at all, he just always acted out against anything and everything. Oddly enough he loves me to death. I'm glad I could convince my control freak of a mother to take him with me when I moved out; considering she was hell-bent on this cat loving her as it tries to claw her eyes out in the process.

I stand straight up again, gripping my PS4 controller tightly in my hand, while I face my plasma screen TV that's in the other corner of my room; clicking the power on while I wait for the screen to fade into white just like it did on Mark's.

Every instinct in my body is telling me to run, turn off the game, leave him in there to fend for himself, and don't look back. My body always sends those same signals to my brain every time I do this, except this time I have a reason to go in. I'm not letting him end up like the other people I ran into in there over the years.

This game evolves, I've had it for a long time; it's just not for the PS4. I started out having it when I got my first computer; ancient as fuck and it came with the CD. You can't destroy it, it will find a way back one way or another; believe me, I've tried.

I take a deep breath, I've watched too many people suffer enough, the memories of their screams, deaths, and the monsters formed in the shadows and of the hollowed out carcasses… And now Mark's going to join them…? I don't think so. I couldn't help the others, I didn't even know what to do I was younger than I am now; I think I was around ten when this started, I'm not sure I just lost count after breaking endless cartridges and Cds. There's only one way to bring him out alive; and that's going in to retrieve him in one piece, hopefully he's still intact by now; I'd be pretty disappointed in him if he's dead already.

I hope this works.