(Y/N) POV

Reluctantly, I followed Warfstache and Dark to a room. Dark's arm was slung around Warfstache's shoulder. Warfstache practically carrying him. He led me to a room I didn't recognize. It was dark but I didn't dare turn. I'm not sure what will happen, but I know it's supposed to happen.

In the middle of the room was a circle. Smiling, Warfstache drug himself and Dark into it. He closed his eyes and everything happened at once. They started morphing together. By the time I blinked next, there was a whole other being in the circle. It looked like Dark, but it had Warfestache's mustache.

"Who?" was the only thing I could stutter out.

"Don't you remember?" the being asked. His new voice was deep like Dark's but had the same accent as Warfstache. "(Y/N), don't you remember me? You are the one who created us." My memory floated back to the first time I saw Dark and Warfstache. It was the first day I started watching Mark.

I hadn't hesitated to draw what the two Ipliers would have looked like if they had morphed together.

When I was finished, I sent it to Mark in hopes that it would be in one of his videos.

It was.

That must have been when Dark and Warfstache started planning.

I saw that Demon was staring at me. He knew I knew who he was. No doubt about it. But I was 10 at the time. Why is this just now happening?

"As much as I'd love to explain, it'd only be a waste of my breath since you've been of enough help. And now, you're of no need to us now." As he said the last sentence, I felt myself draining. My life was leaving me. I couldn't do anything. With every passing second, I became more tired.

Then finally, it was over.

Demon's POV

I laughed at Mark's expression. He was so helpless. Then I heard something at the door. I turn around to see Jacksepticeye standing there. Using my powers, I flung Jack across the room. I heard a yell and Mark charged me. Shock won over and I tumbled over. He needs to get here, I thought.

Mark's POV

I tackled Demon. It was only a distraction, but it helped. In the corner of my eye, I saw that Jack had a knife. I got up of of Demon and Jack tried to stab him, but Demon flung him across the room again, the knife flying away from both of us, by the door.

Demon seemed content at the almost unconscience Jack. He slowly turned toward me, fire burning in his eyes. "It's been a good while," Demon chuckled, "living under your shadow. Barely being known. But after today, you won't be remembered either."

He was barely able to finish the last sentence before he dropped. The knife was in his back. I looked at Jack, but his confused expression told me it wasn't him. We both looked at the door where the knife had flew. Standing there was Google.