Mark's POV

I managed to find a way out of the building that held me captive and made my way out outside. I stood in the center of a ring of houses, and they all seemed...off... Some of them were distorted and others seemed to be covered in static. I chose to go up to the one that was red and white and peeked in through the window.

Why are there houses in my mind?

I walked up to the door and turned the handle, opening it after a hard push. It was completely dark inside and the light from outside didn't even seem to penetrate it. I felt around for a light switch but had no luck.

I decided to come back later when I had something to light my way. Abruptly the door slammed shut and I was enveloped in darkness.

"Who goes there?" What a strange accent....oh god.

"Wilford?!" Footsteps shuffled around me.

"Dark? I didn't think you were coming so-" the lights turned on and revealed my accusations to be true.

"Soon..." He said slowly as he raised his small golden gun.

He quickly pulled the trigger and pain blossomed in my leg. No longer could I support me and fell to the ground crying out.

"It was an accident I swear ~" he defensively raised his hand that was holding the gun and grinned slightly.

"FUCK YOU! You just SHOT me!" I yelled at him angrily.

"Oh hush, it was only a flesh wound," He brushed off the subject.

"Any who, why are you here Markimoo?" He asked quickly, making him hard to understand with his accent.

"Reasons. I think the better question is why and how are you guys even ALIVE!?" I spat out.

"Reasons." He smirked slyly.

That sarcastic son of a bitch.

He strolled up to me and bowed, sticking his hand out acting like a gentleman. I took it anyway and nodded at him. For some reason, my leg had already healed up so I put weight back on it.

"Thanks."

"You are very welcome Mark." Since when has he been courteous?

I must have made a weird face because Wilford paused, "what?" I blinked, snapping me back into reality.

"Oh, sorry. I was just wording why you are so courteous all of a sudden." He puts his hat down on a table and rubbed the back of his neck.

"Would you rather me be rude?"

"No! I didn't mean that!" He waved it off.

"Anyway, I will ask again, why are you here? The last time you were, you were only ten." I brushed myself off.

"I'm in a coma, And DON'T ask why." He looked slightly taken aback.

"Alright." He straightened his suit and hat.

"How many of you are real?" He chuckled.

"Well, there's me, Glitch, Santa, Chicken, Amnesia, Proxy, Guard, Google, Host, and Dark. Speaking of Dark, where is he? Wasn't he with you?" Something welled in my chest.

"He's dead."

"E-Excuse me!? You wanna run that by me again?" He looked saddened slightly.

"He's dead Wilford." He started shaking.

"I-Impossible! He can't be dead! What are we going to do! Without him, we're screwed!" He started gripping his hair.

"Wilford calm down!" He looked at me frantically.

"Mark, you don't understand! Without the balance, you are royally screwed! Each of use makes up a core personality of you. One can't work without the other! He kept the balance ever since-" he stumbled over to a counter and rested both hands against it.

"Ever since Glitch was put away. You don't understand the pain he endured every day just so you could live normally." My eyes widened.

"I always wanted him to stop but every time I brought it up he rejected it saying he wanted to protect you." He chuckled weakly.

"He spoke so fondly of you. Always laughing about your little misadventures together. He loved you so much, Mark." I covered my mouth with my hand while using the other to run through my hair.

"Leave me." I nodded quickly and slammed the door.

I heard Wilford scream and the sound of glass shattering came from inside. Suddenly the sky turned dark and a slight drizzle started.

Did he care for me? And after I was such an ass to him. I never told him...

I wandered aimlessly past the houses and deeper into the woods. My thoughts consumed me and I just walked. I walked until my feet were sore and my eyes heavy. I walked until I couldn't walk any further. Then and only then did I give into sleep.

But the bliss of sleep was ripped from my grasp soon after and I woke up to thunder and lightning crackling nearby. I jumped up and ran looking for cover. I saw a small shack up ahead and ran inside, slamming the door shut behind me.

What has my life come to?

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Ike out BYE BYE!!!