Game Over? (Until Dawn/Markiplier one-shot)

Ashley wanted to scream.

She wanted to cry and kick and scream or just do something.

But she couldn't.

She watched helplessly as the wendigo carried her and her lifeless corpse through the trapdoor. It closed with an audible 'clank,' and Ashley's vision went dark. If only she hadn't opened the door. It was so painfully obvious, looking back on it. She had read the Flamethrower Guy's journal, for fucks sake! It said so clearly that the wendigo could mimic voices, and she had still fallen for it. She was screaming at herself. She was so stupid.

But it was too late now. Only seconds after sealing her fate, she had remembered that vital piece of information. It was too late. It was over for her.

Ashley could see a bright light. "Well, I think that's it," she thinks. She could feel her soul leave what remained of her body. She could move now, but she was powerless to control her direction. She was headed towards the light.

Suddenly, she feels a strong presence. She isn't entirely sure what it is, but she knows for certain that it's there. And she's felt it before. Faintly, but it was there. Ever since she came to the mountain.

She hears a voice, that she's most certainly never heard before. The voice sounds like a mans, maybe about seven or eight years older than her at most. He sounds...he sounds like he isn't happy, but he's not yelling in rage. A tranquil fury, at most.

"No. Nope, nope, nah, nuh-uh, no no, no, no, no, NO."

Clearly something was wrong. What was it? Who was this person? Ashley desperately tried to locate the source of the voice, but it seemed to be coming from everywhere she turned. He kept shouting the word "no," over and over again, with more anger in each word. His voice ceased for a moment. Was it over?

"You think I'm just gonna put up with that bull? No! NO! I'm-- I'm not gonna put up with that! I'm NOT gonna put up with it, I'm drawing the line in the sand, NO! "

"What is it? Are you alright? What's happening? Where are you?" Ashley asked. She wanted to help. Who was this? Could she even help in her current state? The man couldn't seem to hear her, or perhaps didn't care. He continued to ramble.

Ashley's attention started to wander. The light was so bright now. How close was she? The gravity of the situation started to weigh on her. She was going to die. She would never see Chris or Sam or Mike or the others ever again. She started to cry...

...until a specific sentence caught Ashley's attention.

"I like Ashley too much for MY stupidity to get in the way of her love. I'm gonna make sure that she ends...h-her experience here on this mountain in the happiest way, being bonezoned by Chris, because THAT'S! WHAT THEIR LOVE! DESERVES! "

Then he started screaming incoherently. Ashley would've been confused by the absurd sentences she was hearing, but the fact that this man seemed to know her and Chris grabbed her attention more than anything. She could feel the anger this man felt. She could feel his determination. The undying rage and sadness and passion.

Ashley knew this man would not let it end this way.

" _Ugh... I am so...so sorry for my stupidity. "

All Ashley could feel was the mans regret. She felt sorry, and she didn't even know his name or what he looked like.

"No, you did your best. I know you did. Just...just take care of Chris, will you?" Ashley whispered. She knew he couldn't hear him, but...maybe he could feel it?

"You deserved to be happy, and marry, and have babies, and now because of me..." he trailed off, unable to finish the sentence. He didn't have to. They both knew. But Ashley knew he didn't mean it. She could sense the world around her (or lackthereof, rather) start to warp and shift.

Like space-time itself was being maniuplated to restore her body.

Was this wrong? A death was a death. This felt like cheating destiny. "Please don't..."

The voice responded.

"No. I'm gonna fix it, Ashley. You deserve your happy ending. All of you."

"You don't have to..."

"Ashley, do you trust me?" the voice questioned, as the light began to fade and memories started to flash by, starting with her death and ending with Hannah and Beth falling to their doom. With every memory that passed by, she forgot something. Piece by piece, she forgot her horrific experience on this mountain. But with every memory that passed, she felt more and more alive.

"...I do, Mark... I trust you."




Somewhere, outside her realm of existance, he reset his game. This was a second chance.

He was determined.

He would not let anyone die tonight.

Everyone will survive Until Dawn.