Digital Nightmare Chapter 12Rose’s POV…We continued to hide in the bakery as Creepyplier walked past, crouching behind a stale batch of cakes. He was further into the distance now, and he continued to walk away.“Hey Rose? Where’s my bag?” I heard Yami ask. I turned to him, looking around and not finding it anywhere near him.“You lost it didn’t you?” I deadpanned as he started to panic.“I need my bag! It has my passport, my clothes, my laptop—” Yami began to complain loudly.“Ok, ok; calm down!” I whispered harshly, glancing back to where Creepyplier was. He didn’t seem to hear us, so I sighed and turned back to Yami. “Ok, we don’t have much time. Let’s go back and retrace our steps; it’s sure to be on the ground somewhere.” I told him, standing up slowly. He also stood up and nodded, following me as we snuck out of the
Digital Nightmare“Hello everybody and welcome to let’s play—” Mark’s voice sounded through my headphones as I copied the link. It had been over a year since Markiplier made his last Creepyplier video, and since then his videos had been getting worse. It had gotten so bad in fact, that YouTube is going to remove his videos and ban his account soon. Naturally, I was backtracking and saving all of his good ones onto my computer and… ‘Hello. What is this?’ I thought as a new video message popped up. I clicked on it and the video was labeled ‘Help!’ I sighed. ‘A bit late for a cry of help, isn’t it, Mark? Oh well. May as well take a look.’ I thought. The screen was completely black, but there was no mistaking Mark’s voice that came through the speakers in my headphones.“Hello? Is this thing working? The webcam won’t turn on.
Digital Nightmare Chapter 2 part 1Rose’s POV…“Leila! Come on, dinner’s ready.” I called up the stairs. Mom had left for work not too long ago; she works the night shift and wouldn’t be home until 7:30 or so in the morning. So, it was just me and my sister in the house. I hadn’t heard anything from her since she tried to show me the Markiplier video. She didn’t even come out to say goodbye to Mom. We assumed she was just listening to loud music or working on a project for school, so we let it slide. Getting tired of waiting, I trudged up the stairs and to her room. I didn’t get a reply when I knocked on her door. Going in, I saw that her laptop was not plugged in its usual place and she was nowhere to be found. I spotted a note by the window. It read that she had gone to help her friend coach horse camp and wouldn’t be back for a while. Something was definitely not right. ‘Since when do you bri