I shut the door behind Mark and he does his thing in the bathroom. I let out a sigh.

In any other situation, I would act like a bit of a childish fangirl full of excitement in front of them but this is the time I have to act like an adult. Or at least be responsible. For Mark.

Daiishu, Anti, they're not going to help Mark recover from what's been done. I'm the only person who can help Mark at this point. I promised Mark I'll help him recover, I have to act responsibly for him. I don't want to let him down.

I look around for Anti and Daiishu, both of them are downstairs in the lounge. Silently, I sneak into Jack's bedroom and shut the door behind me.

I go to the sideboard on the left which is Sean's and pull out a grey shirt, blue jeans and other clothes for Mark.

For a couple minutes, I wait patiently near the bathroom door for when he needs his clothes. Or Sean's.

The shower turns off and I wait a couple minutes so he can dry down.

*Knock, Knock, Knock*

"What is it?" His voice muffles through the door.

Without peeking, I look away as I open the door ajar and stick my arm through. I feel him grab the clothes out of my hand and my hands become empty.

It was probably the weirdest agreement I ever made, but both me and Mark agreed he would only put on his boxers then I would come and help patch up his wounds. Yes. Really, really, odd.

It was a strange agreement and we both felt awkward about it, but the uncovered wounds probably wouldn't collide with the clothes, especially if we didn't want them to get infected. This was so he could heal and recover. Nothing more.

None of them are infected right now which is a good sign, some of them are a little deep while some aren't. But never the less, they still need to be patched.

With the keys in my pocket, I awkwardly walk into the room.

"So..." He coughs.

The blood stains have been successfully washed off but they still don't look good. The pink around all his sores seem terrible as they are.

"How, did the water go okay?" I ask shyly and nicely as I unlock the cabinet.

"Uh, yeah I guess. It hurt the cuts and burns but it cleaned up a little."

I nod in reply and pull out the bandage. I try to be as careful as I can as I patch him up. 

Slowly and gently, cautiously and paranoid, I patch his arms, neck, around his collarbone, legs, chest and waist.

"That seems to be about it." Mark breathes.

I didn't make them too tight but tight enough to stay on for the time being. The last thing I want is for them to slowly turn away.

"I'll leave you be, but while you get dressed, I'll prepare something for you to eat and a glass of water."

He smiles gently. "Thak you, I really appreciate it. Jada? Was it?"

I nod smiling. "Yeh, that's it."

Before another word is spoken, I walk backward with a little wave and he waves too. The mood still feels somewhat awkward. I shut the door behind me and walk to the kitchen.

I notice that Anti is in the kitchen too, sitting down having a drink. Alcohol...

"Anti, what are you doing?" I ask cautiously. I need to stay on guard in case he suddenly snaps. My hand hovers over the pepper spray in my pocket in case I suddenly need to use it.

"̴H̵u̴h̷?̸"̴

When he looks up at me I notice that he's been attacked. Specifically scrapes and bite mark cuts. But I think I might know that cause. I think he had the same marks when we were in the basement, too. I almost feel sorry for him, as he coughs and begins laughing.

"̸W̴h̴y̴ ̵w̵o̴u̵l̵d̶ ̴y̸o̵u̴ ̸b̸e̸ ̸c̴o̴n̵c̶e̸r̴n̷e̴d̵ ̵a̴b̷o̷u̶t̸ ̸m̴e̷?̴ ̸T̸h̴i̷s̴ ̶i̴s̸ ̶N̵O̵T̵H̸I̵N̸G̸.̷"̵

I walk up to the table a little closer and I clearly notice he's swaying from side to side. He attempts to pick up his sacred knife but his arms too weak, like jelly. He's too wasted to basically pull anything off.

I've never seen him like this before. And I never thought he would have the idea to get drunk. Especially with his plans in idea.

I let out a heavy sigh. "You're wasted, aren't you?"

The only answer I get is a sick and twisted laughter. Slurred and drunken.

I never thought he would even start with this, but I heard that Daiishu left like ten minutes ago out the door, so me and Mark are left with him. Fabulous.

"What's going on?" Mark walks halfway down the steps into sight and walks into the kitchen. He looks a little bit better at least but he still needs to recover.

"Would you ever believe that Anti gets himself wasted on alcohol?" I turn to face him, crossing my arms. I find it unbelievable as Mark's expression presents.

Mark looks at Anti then me wide-eyed. I nod slightly.

"Ohhhhhh boy. What has given Anti the idea to do that?"

I let out a sigh of relief, regarding his question. "A least your voice is getting better."

His voice is less hoarse, but it still sounds scarred and damaged. That's another thing, at least.

"Really?" He asks intrigued.

I nod smiling. "But you're still gonna to need to rest it."

"̸H̴o̶w̵ ̴y̵o̴u̸ ̵*̸h̵i̸c̶*̴ ̵r̸e̴s̵t̴,̶ ̸a̷n̵d̴ ̵g̵i̵v̶e̶ ̵m̸e̸ ̸*̸h̸i̶c̸*̶ ̶w̸h̵a̷t̶ ̵I̵ ̴w̸a̶n̴t̶?̵"̴ Anti slurs his voice yet he still bugs out in place and his voice still glitches. 

I know one thing for sure, he's gonna regret that alcohol in the morning...

"Seriously..." Mark's voice brings me back to reality.

"What does he want from you? You're a kid!" His confusion looks for a desperate answer in order for him to understand exactly what's going on.

I let out an anxious sigh then look his way. I have to tell him or he would find it out the hard way. I feel nervous as I think about the words to put out my mouth.

"It's a bit hard to explain but there's a Parallel World which is where Anti came from. Because you'll probably want proof, it doesn't make much sense coming from me. Here's what we're gonna do. Anti is completely out of it so after we get some food, we'll go to the computer and I'll show you the information I was able to find. I had help along the way which I wouldn't have been able to find it without them. It doesn't explain why he wants what he wants but I'll tell you everything I know."

Mark nods his answer, we both know if Anti is physically here like he is, almost anything could be possible. Even the unknown.

"You should get a seat and rest. I'll make some food for the both of us." I grin turning my back to him. I almost feel excited, it'll be fun making some food for the two of us. I can feel the excitement running through me now!

"No it's okay, I'll cook."Mark walks past me. I give him an anxious look of dismay which catches his eye.

"But your throat, your wounds, don't you need to heal?" I protest.

He pauses, zipping around and looking me directly in the eyes. "Have you eaten recently?"

I'm about to throw my argument, but nothing there. If I think about it, wait I've only been having breakfast here! No lunch, no dinner. Only breakfast. How have I not gotten hungry?! I...

As if on cue, my stomach growls and I shy away embarrassed. Of all bloody TIMES!!

Mark shrugs. "That's what I thought."

"Mark please! At least consider the facts!" I exclaim as he walks behind the counter. The last thing I want is for him to make his wounds worse by cooking! He needs to rest which is why I want to cook for him! It makes me paranoid...

He looks up at me with a warm smile as he gets basic materials out. "I'll be okay, I'll cook a decent meal for both of us. Because let's face it. I know how to cook, you don't."

I flash him a look of offense. "You dick!"

The only response he has to that is a giggling Markiplier. The one that brightens all of our hearts.

"I know! I'm sorry!" His 'giggly bitch' mood kicks in and I can't refuse to smile, let alone laugh with him. It's nice to have the light mood in again. I was feeling so scared before but laughing with Mark, it's as if my worries are slowly fading away...

"But, you should really rest. For your sake. Oh, I can cook by the way! I'm learning in hospitality mind you!" I try speak my word to him but I end up stamping my foot and crossing my arms like a 5-year-old Tsundere girl.

"Hospitality? Ooh, that's an interesting topic!" Mark chirps, intrigued.

I let out an exhausted groan and flop to the floor. That WASN'T my goal!

I hear Mark sigh and place equipment on the counter. I listen in if he has anything to say. 

"I can't insist you can I?"

"I can't insist you!" I hiss looking up.

But he doesn't flinch or get annoyed from my sudden bark. But he smiles, almost a sweet laughter.

"It's kind enough with you helping me earlier, but I'm not cooking to make it seem like I'm saying you'll screw up, but I need to do something too."

"̶Y̸o̷u̴'̴r̸e̷ ̶*̷h̷i̶c̴*̵ ̵f̶u̵c̵k̵i̷n̵g̴ ̸u̶s̴e̴l̸e̸s̸s̷ ̴M̵a̵r̴k̸!̶"̷

We both look at Anti with a glare as he laughs to himself. He needs to but out of our conversation. He's wasted enough so he should might as well mind his own business!

"I'll make an offer with you, can I?" My head snaps in his direction, and his eyes show generosity. Offer?

"Uh, what is it?" I ask curiously. I stand up and brush myself off as he begins explaining his offer.

"I'm still cooking, but we can work as a team if you want. With the little things which will be a lot, and I'll be doing the bigger things." He explains.

We stare each other dead in the eyes for a minute in total dead silence then he points at me with a spatula. "Don't take that out of context."

I'm the first to break out with laughter and Mark laughs with me. I love it because Mark is one of the few who can ACTUALLY make me laugh. We hear Anti groan during our minutes of laughter but we don't do anything about it. We're laughing too much to stop.

"..So, will you take, my offer or not..?" Mark laughs in the middle as he finally gets his words around.

I'm still laughing so I somewhat nod a faint yes. But I'm happy with this, really. If Mark puts the least pressure on himself then I'm okay with this. At least he's doing that.

Together, we work on a decent dish and I helped him out as much as I could. If he didn't put pressure on himself then I was ecstatic to help him. That's what matters most to me.

"Should we make something for Anti?" I ask Mark. He's cruel but would it really be okay for him to go without some kind of food tonight?

He shakes his head. "Under normal conditions, yes. But one, he wouldn't be grateful for it at all and he's way to out of it to eat any food at all." He seems exceptionally serious, especially when he points to my collar. I look down in shame. Mark has a point with that, truly.

"I didn't mean to make you feel sad but I think it'll be best if we just leave him be." I feel him wrap an arm around me and I look up.

"You good?" I feel comforted in his grasp and he looks down at me with a reassuring, warm smile.

I nod, smiling. "Yea, I'm okay."

"Okay, just so you're good." Mark walks to the table and I follow, sitting beside him. But my main thoughts are pinned to what he might say about the Data Files and the Parallel World information. I wonder how he's gonna react to it with our situation crazy enough on it's own...

* * *

"Excuse me what!?"

Mark looks at the screen of information on Sean's computer. I felt nervous to show him what I found because I didn't know how he would react.

"What is this, Undertale?!"

"I don't know the proper reason why but that's why I'm here. My soul power. It's all really strange but I'm sure it has to do with this. No doubt." I explain, pointing to the screen.

On screen is the bigger description about the Parallel World. Me and Mark read the same line on screen, over and over. Confused.

In order for the next world to be opened properly to the Parallel World, they need the soul power of an extraordinary girl from that world.

"I, I don't get it. How does this even work at all? This isn't logical! How'd you find this?" Mark asks gathering his thoughts.

I shiver shyly, this night has been anything but ordinary. This isn't ordinary information that you find every day, and this information is almost disturbing to me. I shiver again in the dark room.

"My friend Bonnie. I managed to make contact with him and he helped me out by getting this information. He had to apparently search really deep to find it."

Mark let's out a sigh and leans back against the wall. His facial expression doesn't know whether to believe or not believe. "If, if this is true." Mark groans shutting his eyes.

"We can't let him get through to us. Specifically you."

I nod in reply then crawl over to the wall beside him. "Please don't worry about me. We'll find a way out of this mess one way or another. Together."

Mark nods and let's out a deep sigh.

"So I guess this is where we rest for the night?" I yawn tiredly.

"Yeah, maybe the best thing is to rest. I still need to properly analyze it through my brain. It's a lot I need to put together."

I shut my eyes tiredly and lean my head on Mark's shoulder. I trust him after all. The last thing I hear is a satanic, chilling laughter down the hall, just before I fall asleep.