Dark's POV

The black smoke soon turned into a subway train. Of course it had nobody on it but Mark and me. This train is like a GPS. It goes to where I want it to go. So, Mark was wrong. And I was right. I sat on the seat, thinking about a plan. Until Mark interrupted. "How did you do this?!" he squealed like a little girl touching the seat and the pole in front of him. "Magic." I mumbled. Mark turned his head over to me and responded, "Ok, so... where is it taking us?" "To Y/N." I said. "How does it know where she is?" he teased. I rolled my eyes, crossed my arms, and put my leg up on my other leg. "Remember when I lifted her up by the wrist? Well, I put a mark in her skin that can tell me where she is. Just in case she escaped. But, anyway, the mark takes us on this train and leads us to her. In this case though, Wilford's house." Mark chuckled and sat back on the seat.

 I looked over and questioned him, "Why did you do that?" "Do what~?" Mark teased again. I rolled my eyes again and responded, "Mark, you chuckled. Why?" Mark chuckled again and crossed his arms, "No reason." I sighed, "Mark, there is always a reason." He looked at me and sighed, "Fine, after you left the room, Y/N came over to me and we talked. But when we were done I..." he trailed off. "You what~?" I teased him back, for once. His eyes widened and he looked worried. "N-nothing, never mind." "You kissed her, didn't you?" "Who wouldn't!" he yelled. I chuckled. "It's fine. I know that we all like her. Me, you, and Wilford." Mark breathed out in relief, "Ok, I honestly thought that you would try to kill me there." I looked over at him and rose up my eyebrow. I then gave him a more serious face. "One," I said as I put up my finger, "I cannot kill you. You literally made me. Therefore, it is impossible to kill you." I then rose up my second finger, "Second, she is mine, not yours. So I insist on backing down now or else await your greatest fears." Mark looked like he was both scared and mad at the same time. I smirked.

 He was about to say something until the train stopped. I smiled this time. "Well, looks like we're here. You are going to have to tell me what you were going to say later." I said as I patted Mark's shoulder and got up from the seat. The doors opened quickly. Mark got up too and stood beside me. We were standing in front of an apartment complex. "Which one do you think is Wilford's?" he asked as we both stepped out of the train. 

The train quickly flew past us and disappeared. I shrugged my shoulders, "I should know actually. Y/N's life force will become more powerful the closer we get to her." "Life force?" Mark asked. I looked at him. "Yeah, it's like a powerful force that only I can feel. I can feel practically everybody's life force. But, I can recognize whose is whose. Simple as that." "Wow." Mark responded. "Yeah, I can even tell which emotions someone has. For example, your emotions right now are worried and a little scared. It's kind of like reading minds." "That's awesome!" Mark said. "Yeah, I guess it is. But anyways, back to Y/N." "Ok, so what is the plan?" Mark asked as we walked up to the doors, opened them, and walked inside. "It's simple. We find out where Wilford's apartment is, knock him out, and get Y/N back." "And if it backfires?" I rolled my eyes and started looking for the steps. The person who usually signs people in or out was probably on a lunch break or something because he or she wasn't at the front desk. As I found the steps and started walking up them, with Mark of course, I answered the question. "Trust me, that won't happen."

Y/N's POV

You woke up to hearing a loud bang. What the hell?! You thought. You got up slowly from "your" bed. You stood up on your feet and made your way to the door. You opened the door slowly. You saw the door to Wilford's room literally off its hinges and on the ground. You walked through the door and made your way to Wilford's room. Ok, so, you have seen Dark without his shirt on, but Wilford without his shirt on was just pure hotness. You blushed a little. Wilford had his gun in his hand and was pointing it at...Mark while he was holding...Dark by his throat. Again, he only had jeans on. No shirt. Pure teasing.

 You walked forward a little bit and, of course, the floor cracked a little. Wilford turned his head quickly and smirked. This made you blush even more for no reason. He then threw Dark against the wall and took out a knife from his pocket. He pointed it at Dark while still keeping his attention to you. "Yeah Dark. The plan TOTALLY won't backfire!" Mark screamed. "I didn't think it would!" Dark yelled back. Wilford chuckled. He then dropped both of his weapons. "Well, even though your plan backfired, I will give you one more chance." He then put his hands on the edge of his pants and pulled them down a little. You were now close to having a nosebleed, literally. Wilford chuckled again. He walked over to you. You knew what he was doing. He was teasing you and trying to piss of Dark at the same time.

 He took off his glasses and threw them aside. He then put his lips on yours and started kissing you. You didn't kiss back. You were on Dark's side, not his. He pulled away and chuckled, "Not good enough for you, huh? Ok, then what about this?" He kissed you again but left your lips and went for your neck. You literally exploded. Why? Because he found your weak spot. You started giving out little whimpers and yelps. It wasn't just you that exploded, though. It was also Dark. Why? Because Wilford was literally pissing him off. He got up straight to his feet and darted straight for Wilford. Wilford didn't stop kissing your neck. Instead, he pulled out a gun, from his other pocket, and aimed it straight at Dark. You pushed Wilford away and stood in front of Dark.

 Once again, Wilford chuckled. "I thought you liked it?" You blushed at the thought of you two kissing. Wilford noticed this and smirked. He then pulled up the gun again, and aimed it at you. "Step away from him." He said with demand. You didn't. Instead, you put your arms around Dark's waist and your head on his chest. Dark looked down at you and smiled. He then put his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to him. Wilford, AGAIN, chuckled. "Aw~ What a cute little scene of two love birds. Too bad one of them is going to die." He then snapped his fingers. 

You felt a sudden burn in your wrist. You fell down to your knees screaming. You looked at you wrist to see it glowing pink. "Bye-bye, Darkimoo." Wilford chuckled. You then quickly got to your feet and blocked Dark. Then, that was when everything around you...changed. You heard a gunshot. Its sound rung in your ears as you felt a jolt of pain in your stomach. You fell to your knees with your arms around your stomach. You saw Wilford drop his gun in shock, Mark was close to crying, and Dark... That was all you saw before your vision went blurry. You felt someone grab your back and legs as they lifted you up bridal style. You couldn't hear anything anymore. You couldn't see anything anymore. You closed your eyes and let your mind do its work.

Dream POV

After you closed your eyes, you immediately opened them. All you saw was a bright light. You closed them again and waited for it to disappear. About ten seconds later, you opened them again to see... Lightiplier? He was dressed in a silky, long, white cloak and underneath the cloak was a plain white garment. The cloak had a hood on it that slung down on Light's back. He had amazing white wings that stretched out and he wore no shoes.

 You stared in awe as he flew done from the little stream of light and landed right in front of you. "Hello," he said with such symphony, "My name is-" "Lightiplier, your name is Lightiplier." You said before he finished. He smiled and nodded, "So, I see that you have done your research. Fantastic. But anyways, you can just call me Light." He then put his hand in front of you. You took your hand and placed it in his. He smiled and let go of your hand. "So, you know my "brothers"." He said as he quoted the word "brothers". "Yeah. If you mean Mark, Dark, and Wilford." He nodded his head as he started walking forward. You followed him to wherever he was going. "Yes, and you also had a little bit of "fun" with most of them, right?" you blushed at the thought of it. "Well, kind of. Not really Mark though. But kind of for Wilford and Dark. But, it wasn't serious." Light chuckled. "Yes. And I am guessing that you don't want it to end, do you?" you hesitated before answering.

 You then looked over at him and sighed, "Honestly, my life became more fun and interesting when Dark kidnapped me. Except for the times where I almost got killed." Then you remembered what happened a couple of minutes ago. "Wait, Am I-" "Dead?" Light added before you could respond this time. "Well, no. Not really. Right now, you are in the afterlife." "Afterlife?" you asked curiously. "Yes. It is where you and I consider whether you should keep living or not." "Oh. So, I am not dead, but I am deciding whether I should live or not?" "Yes. But I will help you make that choice." "Why?" you asked. "Because sometimes people make the wrong mistakes. They chose to keep living, even though nothing interesting will happen in their life. That is why we started this program called the afterlife. Angels are sent done here to help the person decide their choice. Obviously, all angels know who they will be working with. They look at the person's files to see whether he or she has a good life to keep living for, or a bad life that deserves death." 

You look down at your feet and close your eyes. You let out a sigh, "Should I keep living?" you ask quietly. Light smiles and nods, "Are you kidding? You have one of the best lives I have ever seen someone have. You lived a bad life before, until you were kidnapped. Sounds weird, right? Yet it is true. Your levels of emotions have gone up a lot since you have been around Dark, Mark, and Wilford. I mean, I agree you should live. But the real question is, do you?"