Not What it Seems

Chapter 4: Wait, What?!

Quick a/n: I know the video's Undertale, but it was the only one I could find.

The auditorium cleared out everyone, except Jack, Mark and myself, after the event was over. For some reason they held me back and didn't let me exit the stage.
"Why am I still here, guys? I don't understand. Why?"
They never answered my question. Not aloud, or at first.
"Alright, I am so damn confused right now. Will someone please tell me what the shoot is going on?!" I asked yet again.

"Ally, it's really hard to explain," Mark mumbled.

"So?" I growled, "That's not any sort of excuse!"

"Look, I know. Please, just try to understand." He pleaded.

"Understand what? How can I when I don't understand what you're talking about?!" I snarled.

"Ally! Calm down!" Jack declared at full public address volume.

"Calm down!? With all the shit happening right now that I still don't get?" I point out.
The other two shared uneasy glances at me and at each other.
"Look guys," I tried to sound calmer than I did ten seconds ago. "I can't try to understand if I don't actually know whatever it is I'm not being told. But I do get it if it's difficult to explain, however that's not an excuse for never telling me."

Mark sighed and grabbed my shoulders. But he didn't feel quite like... himself.
"Look, here's what's going to happen: explanations. Happen. Later. Right now, however, is something else." There was a noticeable edge to his voice, and it sent a chill down my spine.

"Define 'something else' in this context for me please." I asked, trying to hide my fear and the feeling in my gut that this was about to go to shit.
His grip tightened from 'friendly' to 'painful' in the span of two seconds.
"Owch. That hurts a lot." I groaned sarcastically. I'll admit, dude has some hard-ass grip.

"It's about to hurt a lot more-" In that split second, I sort of, um, snapped, kneeing him right in the crotch. That is not Markiplier.
He turned to face me, and every single biological part of both his eyes reverted from normal, to pitch black. His face wore an ferocious (yet somehow calm) expression instead of a smile.
"Now now, what did you do that for?"

"To be honest, you didn't specify who it was going to hurt more." I point out. His scowl deepened. I wasn't entirely sure if he got the point. He steadily begun to approach, his pace quickening every so often.

"Oh no." Jack's face altered into one of panic.

"Short version please, but, the hell's going on here?"

"Darkiplier! That's what's goin' on!" Jack screamed. "Full explanation later!"

"A'ight!"
Great googly moogly, it's all gone to SHIT!

"Run!" Jack screamed.

"Oh, don't go." Dark grabbed my shoulders. I tried to free myself but his grip compared to my upper body strength made it impossible.
"We haven't gotten to know each other yet." Ten seconds after he said that I realized that Darkiplier and I weren't on the ground anymore, but about two inches off the floor of the stage.

I began freaking out. I've got a bit of a phobia of heights. My breathing accelerated, with my heart quick to follow.
Jack was quick to notice something was wrong, turning around like a shot.

"You put her down, Dark!" He demanded.

"Or you'll what?" I tried punching Dark while he was distracted, and I landed the hit.
"Oh, what are you doing? That won't help you, young lady."