You woke up calmly, but you remembered last night. I need to talk to Light. You thought as you slowly got up. You looked behind you. Dark wasn't there. You made your way to the door, which was wide open, and glided through the hallway. As you made your way to the kitchen, you noticed that all three of them, Mark, Dark, and Light, were at the table whispering. As you got closer, Dark noticed you. He got up from his chair and came up to you. He put his hands in your hands and slowly led you to the table. He sat you down, in his chair, and then went behind you. He put his hands softly on your shoulders. He sighed, "Tell us your dream from last night." Light, Mark, and Dark were all staring at you, looking for an explanation. You shook your head slightly. "No, I already told you yesterday." You responded. Light softly placed his hand in your hand. "But we need a better story than what you told Dark last night." He replied staring deep into your eyes. You breathed in deeply and looked down at the table. "I woke up...staring at the ceiling. So I was on the ground. I stood on my feet and looked around the room and saw...him. Wilford. He invaded my dream. He was sitting in a chair. I asked him what he wanted. He said that...I already knew. I explained to him that he won't be seeing me anytime sooner because I have...all of you. He said that none of you will be able to protect me, because apparently, he has his ways. The floor then gave away and I fell. I landed, on my back, on solid concrete floor. I stood on my feet, again, to see Mark and Dark. Wilford told me to pick one. I didn't know what he meant. He then yelled at me to pick one. So I hesitated and yelled "Dark" back at him. I then heard a gunshot, and when I looked up, Mark was on the ground and Wilford was right by his side, with a gun in his hand. The last thing I remember was me smirking and saying something that I would never expect myself to say, "Impossible. You're an alter ego. You can't kill your creator". He then chuckled again as everything turned black, and the dream ended." You explained.

 Nobody said anything. They just sat in silence, all looking at each other. Light then focused back on you. "We...we need to be prepared...at all times." You shook your head as of saying "no". "How?! How are you going to protect me from...him." Dark took his hands off of your shoulders. "Easy, but dangerous. Very dangerous, actually." He replied. "Why? What is your plan?" You asked suspiciously. He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. "Well...Light, Mark, and I will be hiding, getting ready to kill Wilford. BUT..." he trailed off. Mark stared seriously at Dark. "Y-you're not saying that..." Mark trailed off. Light did the same and stared at Dark seriously too. "W-we use Y/N as...bait?" Your eyes widened as you turned your head and stared at Dark, in shock of course. "What?" you asked. "Well...just until we have a chance to kill Wilford. And if he attacks you or tries to take you, then we will be there to help." He responded. "So...you're putting my life at risk?" you asked. Dark didn't respond. Nor did Light or Mark. You sighed. "Ok, I'll do it." All of them looked at you in surprise and shock. "BUT," you said smiling. "You all owe me." Mark chuckled, Light smiled, and Dark messed up your hair, smiling of course. 

You stood up and walked away, making your way to Dark's room. You sighed and threw yourself on the bed, landing on your back. That felt like something you felt before. Except for the feeling of a comfy mattress rather than a hard concrete ground. You frowned at the thought of your dream. You rolled on your side and started thinking. What if the plan doesn't work? What if Wilford takes me before Mark, Dark, or Light could get me? "That won't happen. I will protect you from him." You looked up to see Dark leaning against the doorframe. You smiled and sat up on the bed. He walked over and sat next to you. "So..." he whispered. "What do I owe you?" You giggled and replied, "You know what." "Ok then." He said back. "Then what about Light and Mark?" You hesitated to answer as you looked down at your feet. "Um, well...I don't know yet." You responded. Dark chuckled and kissed your cheek. "Somebody's blushing~." He whispered/teased in your ear. "W-what? No I'm not." You stuttered back. He backed away and smiled. "It's fine." He said calmly. "We are all from the same person." You breathed out in relief as you fell backward and landed on your back again. "Just don't love them more than you love me." He said more sternly this time. You chuckled, "Of course." Dark then lay back with you. 

He snapped his fingers and the door closed. "What was that for?" you questioned as you looked over at him. "I want to show you something." He replied as he got off of the bed. He then took off his shirt. You rolled your eyes and looked back up at the ceiling. "Ok, you can look back over again." He said. You looked back over at Dark and saw that his wings were out. You immediately got up and walked over to him. You stared in amazement, like you always do, and started touching them gently. "Well, this isn't quite what I wanted to show you." He said as he smirked at your amazement. "Then what is it? What did you want to show me?" you asked as you stared at him. He then smiled.

 He turned around and faced the window. He opened it and turned back to you. He slowly slid his hands into yours. "This." He whispered. He pulled you closer to him and faced the window again. He then jumped out of the window and...started flying. You stayed calm as you looked behind you to see his wings flapping at a rapid pace. You looked back at Dark and noticed that he was now looking at you and smiling. You smiled back and looked ahead. You were flying over Los Angeles while being held around the waist by a demon, who was created by your hero, Markiplier. No words could describe this feeling. But this feeling was soon destroyed.

 Suddenly, Dark started screaming. You looked at him, and then back at his wings. There was a dagger in the middle of his right wing. You started panicking as you two started dropping. You soon hit the ground. You yelped a little as your back hit the ground. You looked over at Dark. He looked like he was dead. His wings were still out, but they were in a weird position. They were lying against Dark's leg, making it look like a 3-D effect. His eyes were closed and he was breathing slowly. You got up quickly and ran over to him. "Dark?" you whispered. You shook him a little. He didn't open his eyes...nor did he move. You put your hand around the dagger and pulled it out slowly. Dark flinched a little as you did so. Good, he is still alive.

 You turned the dagger over in your hand and saw something shocking. At the bottom of the dagger was a mustache. A pink mustache. You gasped. "If that is...then that means..."he" did it." You heard a deep chuckle come from behind you. But you didn't turn around. You were too scared. "So, how have you been, Y/N?" You knew who it was directly. "Wilford." You whispered. You quickly got up and turned around to see him. "Nice to see you again. I missed you." You shook your head and pointed the dagger at him. "I won't allow you to take me." You said sternly. He chuckled again and started walking towards you. "I am not here to take you, yet. But I am here to warn you. Be careful. I wouldn't want to hurt you. But, if that is what I have to do to kill Dark. Then I won't hesitate. You were made for something "special". Do you recognize the word "sacrifice"?" You shook your head slowly. Wilford smirked and continued. "Well, I will be a gentleman and explain to you why you are a sacrifice. You have something that "we", meaning Mark's alter egos, want. You have "pure blood". Something that not a lot of people have. And usually it is kept in the people that have a personality, like yours. Beautiful, intelligent, and confident. You have all three of those "customs". But it could be taken, easily. If an alter ego gets a sample of your blood, then, that alter ego can take those "customs" and become really powerful to the point where they can kill their creator and become human. And then eventually take their creator's place. But, Dark and I want you for something...more. You are something special, Y/N. That is why I will give you time to think of a plan with Mark, Dark, and Light. But when I come, you better be prepared." You shook your head in understatement. He smiled, "Good, thank you for your time." He then came up to you and kissed your forehead.

 He backed away and chuckled as pink mist surrounded his body. It surrounded his whole body until he finally disappeared. You sighed and turned back around to see Dark still knocked out unconscious. You tried picking him up, but he was too heavy. You sighed again and quickly started running to the apartment complex. (Where Mark lives and where Dark took you.) You opened the door and quickly ran up the stairs. Wait. You thought, I don't know where Mark lives. You sighed and took out your phone. You then texted Mark.

You: Hey

Mark: Hey :)

You: I need help.

Mark: With what?

You: Dark is knocked out unconscious outside and I don't know where you live in this apartment complex.

Mark: K. I'll send out Light to get Dark and I live in room 666.

You:  :/

Mark: Just kidding  :) . I live in room 302.

You: Ok, thank you.

Mark: No problem, Munchkin.

You slowly put your phone back in your pocket and thought. Did he just call me munchkin? You shrugged your shoulders and started looking for room 302.