The last few days haven't been that interesting. With Wilford hanging around, I haven't had a chance to sneak throughout the house as much as I would want to.

I've taken the responsibility to feed Chica, Lily, and Axel every day and in exchange, she keeps her mouth shut with my scheme. I can be thankful for this, but it makes me anxious that she could easily just decide to spill the beans about it at any given moment.

Damien seems to be trusting me slowly as the days go by, Wilford too. But I know Damien has his suspensions about me, while Wilford is fun to hang around if he doesn't plan to threaten or kill you. Which is a fifty-fifty chance.

Damien hasn't found Sean's hat and it still stays in the drawer. But I always take it out now and again to avoid it getting dusty and untouched. I know he's looking for it now and again, and I have the gut feeling that he suspects me for it's disappearance.

But there's something I want to try and do. Every night, I've been identifying that Damien and Warfstache leave the mansion in order to go out somewhere. And if my theories are correct, it might lead me to Bonnie and the others. Tonight, I have a plan...

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It's been two hours since I walked into my room for the night and declared I was asleep. When are those two going to leave? 

Every night they go out after a certain amount of time I've gone to bed. Maybe Chica told them I knew? That would really screw me over.

I toss the flat cap from side to side, staring into space. The permanent smell and warmth of the hat keeps me company for now, let alone sane. It sounds really odd that a hat, will calm me down but maybe just because it reminds me of Jack. And how nice he is. If only I could hear his supportive voice in person...

I really want a hug right now, I miss the warm hugs that I got from my friends and my father. The company and compassion we-

"Damien, are you ready now?!"

"You should be more patient, you'll be able to show off your little production soon enough~."

My face crinkles with confusion. Production?

"I'm sure everyone will love it! Why in the meantime, we could be stars of our own show!"

I think for a moment as I hear the voices muffled from the door. Show...could that be the Markiplier Tv skit?

"Whatever, let's just get going. For all I know, this could be a waste of our time~."

"What?! Of course not!"

"Go, Will~!!"

"Okay, fine. Whatever..."

I wait for a minute, listening to their footsteps. Eventually, through their mumbling, I hear the door open and close and the rest is basically complete silence. Tonight is the night I need to find something REALLY useful.

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I climb out of bed and put on a purple robe and a pair of socks. The cool air in the room gives me that feeling of anxiety, shaking in the cold. I open the drawer and get out my phone and bobby pins then open the door and walk out the room.

The cold air hits me with a rush and the only light given in the room is the shine from the eclipse. I sneak throughout the hall and peek into the room that Damien sleeps in.

Dark Chica is fast asleep on the side of bed that doesn't have the sheets pulled back. Lily and Axel sleep beside her tiredly. 

I'll admit, I wish that Axel and Lily stayed with me tonight, and that makes me a little jealous. But if those two are happy where they are then I can happily focus on other matters. I turn my back to the door for a minute when I hear the voice in the back of my head.

Where do you think you're going?

I freeze in my spot, the voice spreads an odd feeling in the back of my head. Cautiously, I turn my head around to see Dark Chica looking up at me. Standing in the darkness with the distance between us, and the way she stares at me with her glowing eyes imitates me and sends chills down my spine.

What are you planning, especially when Damien and Wilford have left?

If she can talk to me through my mind, I should be able to respond the same way...

Please don't tell on me, I just want to try and get some food...

... You're a liar. Your investigation around the house is more easier when the two of them aren't around.

My heart skips a beat. Of course she can read my mind, she's a physic! She must've known that off her heart...

Please don't tell Damien...

It only depends. Go along now, I chose when I use my power. I don't have to spy on you tonight.

I decide to use my time wisely and make my way down the stairs. Trusting her probably isn't smart but I don't really get any other choice.

Something I noticed when Damien went into one of the locked rooms, it was a room that looked suspicious. I didn't see much when he went through a couple times, but I seemed to see a small glance of a big cabinet full of mixtures and bottles of medicines out the corner of my eyes. 

I might need to go there, because I can't shake the feeling that I need to properly arm myself sooner or later. 

I crouch down in front of the door and peek through the lock. As I thought. You can faintly see two cabinets through the hole. And is that..? Boxes and containers and cases sit at the back of the room. I can faintly read on one of the boxes 'AMMUNITION' for a certain weapon.

I shiver in the cold of the night. Dark Chica said she would mind her business but can I even trust her? She could be listening to me now for all I know.

I won't take a gun because that would be loud and obvious, but I don't think she would like the fact of me waving any weapon around!

I let out a sigh, and reach my hand into my pocket for bobby pins. If I don't do this, the feeling of possibly being attacked will still be there. Like an itch that won't go away.

I unlock the door in just under a minute and I push the door ajar. I shut the door behind me, the room dark, but not dark enough.

I have no idea how long Damien and Wilford would be out for but I don't want to make it obvious I was scoping about if they see the rooms main light on. Their memories aren't shit, especially Damien's.

I pull a stool to the middle of the room and face my phone upside down on it, the phone's flashlight is used to brighten the room.

I close the curtains completely shut, with the phone producing enough light to brighten most of the room.

Before I unlock the cabinets, I peer inside to check what's available. This can't have been here before the plotline...

My mind starts to reconsider the timelines of half of the items in the house and their arrival as I see bottles of all sorts in cabinets. Lethal and sickening poisons, sleeping, pills like antidepressants or gag reflexed, and much much more. They're duplicated into groups of five and there are four shelves in the cabinets.

But none of those are what catch my eyes. My eyes stick to one bottle in particular.

The name, isn't really like a name but from what I can read, it sure seems interesting.

Disconnect Senses

Do you have an Alter Ego with you in the same world? This antidote will separate your senses for a certain time period!

First of all, the main question runs through my head: The Senses. What is that saying? The senses of the same person are connected?! Their feeling and touch?

I think about this for a moment. I still remember when Wilford provoked me. Anti too. But if I fought back against Wilford and drew a mark on him, would that go on to Mark, Damien and the rest of them too?

Desperate to find more answers about the antidote, I unlock the cabinet with my bobby pins and get it out. I twirl it around to read the back.

!Warning!

This antidote must be used with everyone of yourselves permission! If you use this antidote, this won't just disconnect your senses from your Alter Ego for a certain time period but it will also affect everyone else. This also includes turning off your powers which would make you be like a normal person, and this would affect everyone else too, which would turn off their power. Check for permission before use!

Everyone knows that if you're in the same world as your Alter Ego then you're senses, pain and sense of feeling will be the exact same as the same Ego because you're the same person. This has been proven to be dangerous and a huge problem as people have been able to get hurt, wounded, wasted or even possible deaths because of the other person's foolish mistake.

 This antidote can be used in many ways and lasts for two hours. There are others exactly like this one that has a shorter or longer time period. These have been made in different time lengths depending on if it will be used on someone else or they want it to last on a certain time period.

This can be used with:
- the tip of an arrow
- a tbsp (drink like cough mixture)
- A syringe

The information I read is beyond interesting, this could just be my step further to victory! And not only that, it could give me an easier chance to get past Damien, without hurting any of the other Mark's in the process.

I search around the cupboard for any other ones but the only ones that are similar to this but all I find is the time difference ones. There seems to be one for fifteen minutes, two hours and finally twenty-four hours.

I take one bottle of each which leaves me with three in total, and I lock the same cabinet back up, which easily struggles for a longer time period. None of the other bottles interested me enough to seem useful and helpful to my problem.

I place the bottles on the stool near the phone, but my mind desperately itches toward the weapons. I turn my head to the boxes. Most of them are open to show handguns, shotguns, rifles and other particular weapons. I sit down in front of the boxes, to check if there is a weapon that's not a gun. 

All the boxes end up being filled with ammunition and guns so there's no point in looking through them any longer.

I let out a deep huff and look down to my left tiredly. I notice two black cases beside each other, one larger than the other. The eclipses light reflects down on them for a little, which seems to point out that they're important. The one on the left has a label named ' Miniature Crossbow' and the one on the right says 'Regular Crossbow'.

Crossbow...

I pick the Miniature case and place it on my lap. It seems to be as long as what a school laptop on your lap would be.

I unzip the bag and pick it up. A little weighty, I twirl it around in my hands cautiously. It's definitely not a toy and it definitely feels like a strong durable crossbow. As I hold it in my hand, it seems to be the same size as what the handguns are. 

But this was already put together. And there's an instruction manual on how you make this. Twelve to twenty-five arrows inside. Maybe I could tint the arrows with the antidote as a part of a future plan?

I unzip the other crossbow and sure enough, that's been put together too. Much larger than the  Miniature Crossbow. These have been put to the side compared to every other black case. I arranged the antidotes in the cabinet to make it seem like nothing was taken. Less suspicious, I hope.

As much as I want to take the built Miniature crossbow, I  don't want to risk anything that Damien could see changed in this room. There's a high chance that he's the one who built it and if he found it unbuilt from when he last left it, I don't dare risk any chances of him noticing it.

I put the cases back where they were and pick up another Miniature black case. I unzip this one, to show parts of the unbuilt crossbow. This one seems like it has strong material too, and this case seems to have about fifty or so arrows! Talk about uneven...

I take the case and the bottles out the room as well as my phone, and I use my time to lock the door back up. I pick my items up and turn off the phone's flashlight then sneak back to my room in the darkness. Being as silent as possible.

Dark Chica seems to be fast asleep as she doesn't move to my arrival, unlike the dogs who only look up at me from beyond the darkness.

I head into the room and shut it behind me. I place the antidotes in the middle draw and slide the case under the bed. I let out a sigh of exhaustion and collapse on the bed.

Making the crossbow will probably be difficult, and where would I even start?