"So...one year. That's how long you've been dead for. So much has changed without you, it's hard to believe that you're not here for any of it." Jack swallowed hard as he rapidly blinked multiple times to keep his eyes from welling up with tears.

It was a cloudy afternoon with no sun in sight, thunder rumbling in the distance and wind howling as it blew the trees around him, causing red, orange, and yellow leaves to scatter across the ground with a scratching sound.

"You're probably thinking that it's about time I visited aren't you?" Jack laughed weakly with a sad smile, rubbing his face to keep his composure.

Jack was kneeling in the fresh dark brown dirt in front of a worn black gravestone, flowers and other various gifts adorning it from friends, family, those he didn't ever get to meet.

Mark Edward Fischbach was the name etched onto the marble.

"I still don't understand how someone could've done this to you, much less someone that was supposedly your friend." Jack admitted as he ran a hand through his vibrant green hair.

"Makes me wish I knew them so I could beat their asses for you." Jack huffed in frustration, clenching his fists at his side.

"I haven't even been to the manor yet...I don't know if I can make myself." Jack sighed wearily, bowing his head as his fingers straightened out.

Strands of green hair fell into his face, covering his sapphire blue eyes that were beginning to shed the tears he had fought so hard to keep at bay to no avail.

"I miss you so much." Jack whispered remorsefully, closing his eyes and listening to the wind whip around him.

"I brought you something to remember me by. I know only fans can get these for free, but I think I can make an exception." Jack teased, reaching beside him to roll a jumbo Septiceye Sam onto Mark's grave next to a plush Tiny Box Tim a fan had left for him.

"It's not fair that you were murdered-"

Jack abruptly broke off when lightning cracked from the sky, striking the ground near him.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" Jack shouted in alarm as he quickly scrambled from his knees up to his feet and backed up from the scorched ground, eyes wide in shock.

"I guess that's my cue to leave." Jack joked softly, wiping the dirt off of his jeans the best he could before wiping the tears shining on his face off with the sleeve of his blue hoodie.

Jack started walking away before pausing halfway to the gate if the cemetery, turning around to look back at Mark's grave.

"I'll check up on your place for ya." Jack decided firmly in grim determination as he left the cemetery and started walking his way down to Mark's manor with his hands stuffed in his pockets to protect them from the cold.

Jack couldn't help but gape in awe when he reached the manor, impressed by its size and the fact that it was still intact after of year of being left unkept.

Jack slowly approached the door and knocked on it, only to find his hand push the door open when his knuckles touched it.

"Why am I knocking, no one's here." Jack scolded himself quietly for his own stupidity as he walked inside, closing the door behind him.

The inside was dark, making it hard for him to see anything as looked around him, squinting to see if he could find a light switch or candles he cold light.

Laughter echoed around Jack, causing him to freeze as he whirled around to try and spot where the sound emanated from.

He only found darkness around him.

"Hello Jackaboy."

Jack clutched his head in pain as he heard a sinister voice echo in it, sending shivers down his spine.

"Who's here? Stop hiding from me!" Jack demanded, his voice shaking in poorly disguised fear.

"Look in the mirror." The voice instructed.

Shakily Jack hesitantly  crept towards where he could see a broken mirror on a table to the right of the room, a black cane lying on top.

In his reflection he could only see a figure that looked exactly like him, except they had pitch black eyes, dark emerald green hair, and was dressed in black skinny jeans and a black fitted t-shirt, their neck covered in dried blood from a wound that stretched horizontally across their throat.

Jack stumbled back in bewilderment with wide eyes, running a hand through his hair in disbelief as he tried to comprehend what he saw.

He could see his hair growing darker as he held it in his fingers.

Jack screamed as he felt a long cut gradually form on his neck, causing blood to run down his neck and stain his black t-shirt, his old clothes gone.

"W-what is happening?!" Jack stammered frantically as his eyes began to shift from blue to black.

"Who are you?"

Jack saw a man that looked like Mark dressed in a black suit standing on the staircase glaring down at him in confusion mixed with anger before he closed his eyes and gritted his teeth in pain.

"Y̪̠̬̮̟o҉͈͚u̙̼̗ ̢͎͔̤want to know ̠͉̦̠̝͚̫́w̫̞̫̪͍͍͟h͈͖̱̘͔͔o̜̫ͅ ͇͠ͅI͈͕ am?" The person that used to be Jack laughed maniacally as he reopened his pitch black eyes to meet the dark eyes staring down at him.

"I̢̪̜͎̘͉̫'͜m̭̪̞̖ ͞t̵̟̹h͈̣̘͇̝̱e̸̖̥̙ ̵̻̳͙̲̳d̪̖̮e̼̜̦m҉on͕̫ ̣̭̱́t̷̮̤͙̙͎̯h͢a̶̼t͖̹̹̥̀'̜̩̰̗͚̯̩͘s͎̖͖̘ ̸͎̤̮̟̬ͅg̴̪͚̠oị͈̤n̦͇̰͔͚̱g̸͔̤ͅ ̳̠ͅt̢̖̙͙o͖͖͙͉͉̹ ͢k͙̯͇̲̼̩į̻̘̼̫̺l̪̬l̬ ̢̦ỳo̴̫̞u̬͔."