Wilford was waltzing around one of the halls by himself. He was stuck in a memory of when it was just him and Celine. They had galivanted their affair dangerously around Actor many times without him ever knowing.

Wilford remembered them as grand times with his seer lover. Not even Damien had known about the fling.

"Hm! Hm . .. hm" he hummed to himself softly, twirling around. He didn't care if some of the other egos were watching him curiously, he was in his own world.

Bim saw this on the daily, though and was beyond weirded out by it. He saw Wilford so often now, he should be proclaimed insane, himself. Even if he didn't understand why Wil was acting such a way sometimes, Bim would just go on to the next order of business.

"It's kind of romantic" Yandere watched him and Bim raised a brow at them curiously.

"Romantic?"

"Yeah, don't you know? He's dancing with someone"

"He's alone"

"To US, he is. Didn't you know? Wilford-"

"Wilford has had MANY secret lovers over the years. It'd be hard to put a pin in who he was actually thinking of"

"And yet he's done this more often while we've been HERE. He must remember someone specific"

"You think it's Celine?"

"Who's Celine?" Yancy came up from behind them. Yandere huffed at him.

"She was a seer. Damien's twin brother"

"Wasn't she also Actor Mark's wife at some point?" Bim asked.

"Yeah but we don't talk about that, remember?" Yan hushed him, "We're not allowed to talk about that wacko"

"Who?" Yancy was WAY out of the loop.

"What? Have you been living under a rock!?" Yan was losing their temper.

"Sorta!" Yancy snorted, "Imma jailbird! We don't hear about shit in da cell, kid!"

"Whatever" Yan went back to watching Wilford, "He was the guy in Mark's story that LIVED here. The house was haunted, he lost his mind and tried to kill himself yadda yadda"

"You shouldn't be talking about him" A new voice walked into the hall. They turned to see Google staring at them all with narrowed eyes.

"Yan was just explaining to Yancy is all. He hadn't heard of him" Bim let him know.

"Then so be it. It's best that new egos don't find out about him. Let him be dust. Unremembered. That is how Mark wished it." he gestured to Yancy, "Forget what they told you. . . . it is unimportant"

With that, Google walked away, snapping his fingers in front of Wil to jolt him out of his memory, leading him off downstairs.

Yancy snorted, "Kinda hard to forget about it NOW"

Suddenly Yandere felt something odd. Something in behind the walls. A power unfolding rapidly.

And by the looks of the others, they felt it, too.

"What was that?"

"I know I should apologize" Mark whined, "But I really don't know what to say that'll make anything better. I think I really messed up here, Amy"

On the other end of the line, his girlfriend sighed, "You HAVE to apologize, Mark. What came over you? You'd normally neer say anything so .. .. . mean"

"I don't know. I can't explain it" he wiped at his eyes with a heavy sigh, "I just know I'm probably fubbernucked. I wouldn't be surprised if he runs back in with a weapon and tries to kill me"

"Don't say that! Dark's not like that and you know it"

"How would- . . . I mean . . . .  " he went quiet, "Something weird happened while I was talking to him, Amy. It was like something took over me. I don't know if I can explain it right"

"Mark, you just need to apologize. You let yourself get angry and now you have to make up for it"

" . . . " Mark couldn't tell her it felt like he had bee possessed. She might think he was crazier than normal, "You're right. Thanks, Amy. I'll see you later tonight."

"See ya"

He hung up his phone but still thought about calling Bob and Wade. He trusted Amy but he felt like he needed more opinions for some reason.

Or was he just stalling?

Suddenly a dire feeling washed over him.

Something heavy in the air.

Dangerous.

Mark had a bad feeling.

Chase felt that feeling right away but he couldn't help but feel curious. He had to go and check it out, whatever it was. Currently he was outside with Dark Chica but bringing her back inside, he felt the power in the air grow.

Even Dark Chica could sense it and she whined fearfully.

What could possibly have gone so wrong that Dark Chica was even afraid?

They got to the basement door and Chase was about to open it when someone else on the other side did instead.

It was pitch black and a dominant shadow seemed to pour out from the door.

Chase shuddered and cringed feeling it until he saw who was there.

"Dark? How's it going, bro? You doing alright? Something doesn't feel right. You know what I mean?"

Dark didn't even spare him a glance, walking past him AND Dark Chica, ignoring her whine.

"Dark?" now Chase was concerned, "Hey dude, what's going on?"

Dark walked slowly, a strange rage in his eyes he hadn't seen before. Chase was curious but decided it'd be best to stop him, "Hey Darkiplier!" he grabbed his arm to stop him.

Dark paused and it was then that Chase noticed how unkept he looked. His black suit unbuttoned slightly, his hair unkempt and tie loose. Rubble on his clothes. Something had definitely happened.

"Let go." his voice was hoarse and deep.

"No. What's going on, man? You look pissed. Something happened? Come on, you can talk to me"

Dark growled and ripped his arm away, "No one can help me." Chase then saw the look in his eyes.

His eyes were . . . . red. . . . like angry rubies. It would have been terrifying if Chase hadn't seen worse before.

Suddenly a gust of power rippled off of Dark, making Chase back off, feeling a slight burn from it, "Fook! Dude, I'm just trying to help! You need to calm down and talk to someone! What's going on with you?!"

He couldn't allow anything to happen to the others if Dark suddenly went off.

A deep growl came from Darkiplier but he didn't answer and kept walking. It seemed as if he was on a mission and Chase was fearful of what that mission was exactly.

"DARKIPLIER!"

Dark Chica barked slightly, as well but it did no good.

But upon hearing his shout, Wilford popped up in front of Dark with a wide smile on his face, unknowing of his friend's burning rage, "Did I hear someone call fer my Darkipoo!? Hiya there, Darky! I've been wondering where you've gone off ya!"

Dark shook in anger, still, "Get out of my way!"

Wilford put his hands up in defense, "Well hey there now! That's no way ta talk, buddy! What's the big problem!?"

"I'm gonna hurt him"

Wilford smiled, still not quite getting it or just not caring, "Who?"

"Ma-"

"Say, you don't really look quite like yourself there buddy-o! Something's missing from this picture"

"Wilford, I don't think now's the time-" Chase tried to stop him but Wilford had other plans.

"I KNOW WHAT IT IS!"

"GET OUT OF MY WAY!!!!" Dark's aura briefly lashed out again just as something was shoved into his hands.

And suddenly Dark blinked, seeing Wilford on the floor.

Bleeding.

"W-wilford?"

"Ouchie! Now why'd ya have to go and do something like that!?" Wilford took out his gun to retaliate only to see the look in his friend's eyes finally.

Dark shuddered for a different reason now as he held Damien's cane in his hands, "I . . . Wilford . . I'm . ."

Chase could only watch, keeping Dark Chica with him as an understanding wafted through Wil's eyes.

"Hey now, pal . . . what's eating ya?" he pat his shoulder.

Dark teared up, seeing the wound he gave him. A smarting gash in his shoulder, "I- I'm so sorry, Wil-"

Wilford hopped up on his feet, "Ah don't worry about it!" teleporting suddenly, he went to Dark's side only to be magically healed somehow, "I've had worse done!"

". . . . still . . .. I'm sorry. I don't know what happened. . .  what came over me"

"So ya got stressed out! Big deal! Happens to everybody! Wanna go play a game with Eric and I!?"

" . . .. . sure"

The two left Chase and Dark Chica alone, not really noticing them to begin with. 

'The hell was that?' Chase was confused but led Dark Chica back downstairs.

Only to see the aftermath.

He was glad now, he didn't try to stop Dark further. Thank god Wilford came when he did.

'I . . ..  I shouldn't ever pissed off Dark if I can help it . . .. I guess I should clean this up'

Without complaint, he started to clean up the mess. He also decided he shouldn't tell anyone else what happened here today. He'd do that for Dark this one time since it didn't seem as if he knew what he was doing.

Dark followed Wilford blankly.

'What happened just now? It was like . . . . I wasn't myself. That feeling. It was so  . . . I don't know what it was, really. Don't know if I really want to feel it ever again, either.'

Once Wilford led him into the living room where Eric and some of the other Iplier egos were, he let himself relax, playing a game of Uno with the lot.

He was just starting to feel better when he heard footsteps nearby.

He glanced over to see Mark standing at the entrance of the room.

A familiar anger welled up inside of him, even if it wasn't as strong.

Dark must have had a look in his eyes because Mark faltered when he saw him.

"D-dark . . . I'm sorry about what happened earlier. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said any of that to you"

"Any of what?" Dark wanted him to be specific. Because it wasn't a real apology if he didn't explain in full what he was sorry for.

Mark swallowed, a little embarrassed with being around the other egos as well but forged on because this was what Dark wanted.

"I shouldn't have just said  . . . that you'd .. . . snap. You've never gotten that angry before. I shouldn't have feared the worst when the worst has never happened and  . . I've known you for a while."

"And?" Dark wasn't going to let him off so easily.

"And. . . ." Mark licked his lips, seeing everyone's expression of surprise, "I shouldn't have outwardly labeled you as the villain. You've never done anything that suggests so. It was wrong of me to say that to you. I really am sorry, Dark"

" . . . . ." Dark was silent, thinking on whether to really forgive him or not. He knew Mark might just be doing this for appearances in front of everyone.

He might not mean any of it, which Dark feared.

" . . . . Okay"

It wasn't the only thing he feared.

After what happened earlier . . . . 

He wasn't sure anymore if Mark was totally wrong.

A storm was brewing later that night.

Dark was just as confused as Chase as to what happened in the basement but neither mentioned it.

'He looks . . . worried tonight' Dark wondered to himself, 'Does he know what happened? Really, I don't even know'

Chase was fiddling with his phone, a blank expression on his face which was most worrying. Usually he'd have a smile on his face or try to talk to Dark.

Not this time.

A roll of thunder rumbled outside and Dark noticed the man cringe as if he were trying to hold something in.

"Are you alright, Chase?"

Dark Chica whined and moved behind Dark.

He just thought that maybe she was afraid of the thunder, never having actually heard a storm before.

Chase twitched, "I-I'm fine! No need to worry, dude!"

"I apologize for earlier. I don't know what came over me. You must have been worried."

Again Chase just waved it off, "I-it's f-fine! Just go to sl-sleep, man!"

Dark shrugged, "Not tired. I notice you have problems going to sleep as well. Nightmares, too? Must be difficult with the trauma you have as well"

"Tra-trauma?" he smiled.

Dark frowned, "uH . .  Yes. Sorry, maybe I shouldn't have mentioned it. I know Anti's a soft topic for you and the other septic egos"

Chase just  . . .. stared at him. Almost . . . affronted? Defensive? What was that look?

"Chase? What is i-"

Suddenly a blast of lightning shattered through the air near them, making the power in the house blink in and out.

Dark even flinched but kept his eyes on Chase.

But something was wrong.

As the lights flickered, he seemed to as well and Dark's heart pounded seeing something he probably shouldn't have.

When the power came back on, Dark noticed the phone Chase was holding was glitching like mad.

 . . . . . . . And this was no longer Chase Brody.