- A walk in the dark -

Edited: 01/01/21

When Mark opened the door to his room, he caught sight of the contour of a man. Immediately, he knew who that man was and he hated that feeling with every single bit. He hated him with every single bit.

"Dark," he gulped and averted his eyes to the ground, ready to run back to the others and slam that door shut.

"I was awaiting you," his silky voice mumbled, the echo held back and only the outline of his aura visible.

"Oh. I didn't know you'd be expecting me or something," Mark murmured and felt how his heart began to pick up, "Is there anything you wanna tell me?"

"I have to talk to you about something. Mind joining me on a walk outside?"

"Do I have a choice?" Mark responded as he looked up at the shadowy figure.

"You are starting to ask the right questions." Dark smiled and walked past Mark.

"In the backyard of the manor, you have 10 minutes."

With that, he vanished in the shadows of the hallway.

" 'In tHe bAcKyaRd Of tHe mAnOr, yOu hAvE 10 miNuTeS.", Mark imitated his dark double in a mocking way and did the all known emo hair flip.

"Man, it's 11 pm, I just wanna go to bed," he sighed but searched his way through the manor to their backyard.

When he found it and stepped outside, he firstly didn't see his demon ego, but managed to notice the slight outline of his aura around his body.

"So, what do you want to talk about?" Mark asked while he approached the demon.

"It's about a recent... vision I had. It involved you," he started.

"Oh? Is that so? What did you see?" Mark asked as they started to walk along a gravel path, slight annoyance mixed with sarcasm filled his voice.

"It's hard to describe, but I saw the both of us just sitting together in a park. We were talking, but I didn't manage to make out what was said. The important point here though is that I actually can't have a... memory like that." Dark paused and looked to the ground before tilting his head up to see the clear night sky.

"...It's impossible," he gritted his teeth, "I looked so calm and happy around you. Around the man who made me the monster I am today!"

"I just can't understand how that's possible!"

"Hey! Calm down! There is nothing to be outraged about. It may-", Mark tried to form a sentence but was cut short by Dark punching him straight in the face.

"Silence, mortal! Don't you dare speak up against me! Especially you, since you're the one who may have put that memory in my head! You wrote the script, you have the power to manipulate all of us!"

He raised his voice against his creator, giving him another blow right in the guts. It left Mark stumbling backwards and coughing.

"Stop saying bullshit! I didn't do anything! You're the one whose fault all of this is! You just try to shove it into my shoes!" Mark screamed back at him, holding his stomach with one hand.

"Oh?! Now it's my fault?! Now listen here you little shit! You're nothing! You listen to me and only me! I'm superior! I could break you pathetic toothpick in half!"

"Then why don't you, huh?! Just fucking kill me right here and then! Maybe then I can finally get some fucking rest from your bullshit!"

They screamed at each other.

Their loud voices and insults weren't unheard and egos gathered on their windows to watch the scene unfold.

"Oh I won't hesitate, bitch!" yelled Dark and his red aura took over completely.

He stormed at Mark and went for his throat this time, the urge to strangle his creator to death fueling him with adrenaline. Mark reacted quickly and dodged the demon's death grip. Mark tried to land a hit on Dark's jaw, but Dark leaned out of reach and managed to swipe Mark's feet off the ground in one smooth motion. Said man fell hard and, again, all of his air flung out of him. He tried to gasp for air, but Dark reacted fast. He sat on top of the youtuber, one hand pinning both of Mark's arms above his head and the other cutting the air way to his lungs off. Mark squirmed under the demon's grip, desperately trying to free himself, but to no avail.

A vicious smirk decorated his face, putting more and more pressure on Mark's throat. Suddenly, someone started to scream something and Dark's grip on both Mark's wrists and throat loosened immediately. The moment it happened, Mark gasped for air and held back the tears that started to form in his eyes. Meanwhile his predator had his obsidian dark eyes wide open and teeth clenched together. He knew what was happening.

"-Host said! Dark fell limply to the side as the Host's words reach his ears! All the while Host ran up to them, Mark finally taking in some air and holding back the tears that started to form in his eyes," narrated Host and came to a stop next to them.

Mark blinked a few times and noticed that his evil ego laid partly on top of him, his raven black hair coated with dirt and gravel. He carelessly rolled the demon off himself and sat up, still kind of shocked that he almost lost his life to that demon. Again.

"The Host regulated his breath and asked if everything was alright with Mark."

"Y-yeah. I- I guess now I am," he stuttered and grabbed onto his chest, having the feeling that he'll black out any moment.

"Host tells Mark that he doesn't have to fear Dark for now, because he'll be out until the next morning arrives. So the Host promises. He suggests that their creator should get some sleep now and to think how the relationship between him and Dark could be improved, so they don't try to kill one another next time," Host told him and gave Mark a helping hand to stand up.

"Yeah... I guess that's the best for now," Mark mumbled and walked slowly back into the manor.

He reached his room and plopped down on his bed, a long and deep sigh leaving his lips.

"Why am I still here? I could just walk straight out of here and... home. To Chica... My poor girl, I hope you're fine and in a better condition than me," he thought out loud and turned to face the window.

"I really hope ya doin' fine, ma girl."

- - - -

King and Bim arrived outside and picked up their leader. One on each side of Dark, supporting his limp form to stand. They walked him into the manor and to his bedroom where Wilford already awaited them.

"Was about time. Give him to me and I'll do the rest," Wilford ordered in an unnatural serious tone and took his dear friend from the egos. When the two were out of sight, Wilford relaxed a bit and looked at Dark.

"My, my. You did it again ol' pal. Be more careful next time you try to kill him," he muttered under his breath.

He stopped to hold Dark in a supportive standing position, though decided to pick him up bride style. He then kicked the door open and entered the room.

The walls were painted in a light gray, the ceiling a polar white. Most of the furniture was a dark oak brown besides the three-door closet that was in a combination of white and black, a broken full-body mirror in the middle of it. The bed stood out a bit because of its size, since it was a black king size bed with white pillows and a dark red sheet.

Wilford smiled, then snickered a bit as he felt how Dark snuggled his head a bit closer into his chest, mumbling something to himself. He then proceeded to lay him down on the bed and dress him into some proper night clothes. When Wilford was done, he tucked Dark under his sheets and left his friend to rest.

"Sweet dreams, Darky."