"It's all your fault!"

"Look what you've done!"

"He's ruined you!"

"I told you this would happen!"

"Why didn't you listen to me!?"

"IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!"

Dark bolted upwards, suddenly realizing in that instant that he had been dreaming again.

"Man you really are a show in the mornings, aren't ya?"

Dark's eyes darted to the other side of the basement to see Anti smirking at him. He growled and turned away, not in the mood for the glitch's jabs.

"Aw what? I thought we've been getting along swell! What's that glare for, duuuuude?" he snickered.

Dark just ignored him and got out of bed. He was about to leave up the stairs when Dark Chica whined and he looked over to see her holding his cane in her mouth.

"Right . . . thanks girl" he took it from her.

Anti glanced between Dark and the cane, "You really take that fooking thing everywhere with ya, don't ya?"

"It's an . . . heirloom of sorts" he just responded.

"Hm . . . . Looks to me like you've just stolen someone else's stick and claimed it as your own. I heard about it from the videos-"

"You don't know anything!" Dark snapped at him but called quickly after with a small breathe, "It was Damien's . . . . and now it's mine. That's all there is to it"

Without waiting for a reply, Dark left the basement to head upstairs for breakfast.

Today was a special day of filming. They were all going out to Mark's backyard with Bob, Wade and Ethan to film a scene about a stand off or something like that. He briefly read about it in the script Mark gave him. He didn't have to worry about his own part. 

Dark Chica would be going, too and acting as a wild beast or 'werewolf' in this case to interrupt the stand-off.

Dark just hoped nothing bad would happen.

He didn't have long to figure out why Anti was there and why he was working with Actor. If that's REALLY who he was working with. Anti could have been lying to manipulate him off the trail. 

The real Chase was supposed to come in a few days by now and he didn't know if Anti really did kidnap him or was just acting his part without anyone else realizing it or asking questions. Dark actually hoped Anti's cover wouldn't be blown so he wouldn't have an even bigger mess on his hands.

Anti was docile for NOW.

But how much time did he have left until he wasn't?

He knew he should tell someone but right now the pros outweighed the risks for the moment in his head.

And now they were all at Mark's house, Dark Chica at Dark's side with a leash on her. She tried tugging to go play with the other dogs but something that Anti had said the other day was still bothering him.

'Haven't you been wondering why she's been so sweet to people and other animals lately? It's not because Mark's finally giving her a chance.'

Dark kept wondering what that reason was.

"HEY WHAT'S GOT YA DOWN THERE DARKY!?" Wilford slapped his back.

Dark grunted but gently shook him off, "Nothing. I'm fine"

"Oh BULLHONKY! I know something's eating ya!" Wilford glanced at Chase and whispered to Dark, "Say, you don't think something off about that guy, huh?"

Dark paled even more than he already was, 'Shit, does he know? Of course it wouldn't be surprising if he did. Wil can read minds. Does he know Chase is actually Anti? What's he going to do? Is he going to say anything? Kill him?'

Apparently Wil hadn't been paying attention at all and was messing with his mustache, "I bet he's homesick!!!!! I'M GONNA GET HIM HIS OWN WIG!!"

Dark didn't know quite what to do or say to that so he just pressed his lips in a thin line and nodded. Apparently it made Wil happy enough and his attention was drawn elsewhere.

Dark let out a breathe and pinched the bridge of his nose, 'That was too close'

Dark felt a nudge on his shoulder and flinched slightly. Dr. Iplier seemed a bit concerned but spoke softly, "Are you feeling any better?"

Dark looked away, "I'm fine"

"Sure you are. You've been on edge since we got here. I'm not blind. You KNOW if you ever need to talk, though, I'm here, right?"

"I said I'm FINE" Dark didn't realize his eyes flickered red for a second and Dr. Iplier peered a little closer.

"Hm . . . . sure." the doctor snorted, "And you've just always been able to change your eye color?"

Dark was confused but figured something must have happened and almost seemed embarrassed.

"You've been . . . . prickly lately, too. And distant with everyone" 

'Since when did the doctor become so fucking observant!?'

"I only hope you'll at least open up to someone." and with that, Dr. Iplier walked off towards King to remind him to keep the peanut butter away from Ethan.

'I guess he's right, though. I have been distant with everyone. I've been so focused on Dark Chica and 'Chase' lately, I guess I've forgotten to keep on eye on the others. Good thing Wilford hasn't gone awol lately'

He gripped his cane in his hand, looking around at everyone as Mark opened his door to start letting everyone inside.

Anti was over by Bing chatting up a stupid storm with him about hardwiring or something. But then Bing said something about surfing so perhaps Dark had no idea what they were talking about.

As they all clambered inside, Mark led them all into his large living room where there were plenty of seats and Ethan, Bob and Wade and Amy were already there along with another new face! 

Tyler waved to everyone, "Hey guys! It's been a while"

Wilford screamed, "AH! Smiley boy!" he bolted towards him and ruffled his curly hair, "I think I remember you, chap! Did you steal my hair!?"

Tyler just snorted, "No, Warfstache, I did NOT steal your hair. Isn't that a wig anyway?"

"Hush!" Wilford glanced towards Chase as if he were keeping a secret and only Dark knew what that was, freaking everyone else out.

"Oookay" Mark blinked, "ANYWAY! Now that everyone's here, we can get started on some filming again!"

"As if we've ever stopped" Ethan huffed.

Mark rolled his eyes, "Well, I'm just trying to get this whole thing nice and perfect is all! Is that so wrong?"

"Always the perfectionist" Wade snickered.

Mark seemed disgruntled, "Wha! Bu- Hey!"

Bob laughed outright, mimicking his stuttering, "Uh! Wha- Waaa!"

"Fuck you, Bob!"

"Anyway" Amy stepped in, "Mark, you had a scene you wanted to work on today?"

"Right!" he pointed at the ceiling dramatically, "WE are gonna do a stand-off scene! And it'll have werewolves! Or at least Dark Chica" he pointed to the dog at Dark's side who was just panting happily, trying to get to the other dogs.

"Dude, Dark, you know you can let her go, right?" Ethan tried to convince him, "Remember? She's good around everyone now! Ain't that right, Dark Chica!?" he switched to a baby voice, petting Spencer at his side.

"Uh . . . right" Dark was hesitant at first but finally, with everyone including Anti watching, he unlatched her leash, letting her run excitedly over to Chica, Henry and Spencer.

"Right . . ." Mark saw his hesitance but went on, still a little nervous from the other day with him, "Okay so Magnum and Yancy will help set up the scene, Eric, Yandere and Bim will help with lighting if it gets too dark outside later. Bing and Google will help later edit the scene and we'll see if it's good enough. Dr. Iplier, you'll be on stand-by in case someone gets hurt. Jims, King and Ily, you'll help with the cameras and Host!"

"The Host wondered what Mark would ask of him seeing as he couldn't use his eyes to help with their project"

"That's okay, Host" Mark chuckled, "I just need you to help keep Wilford in line"

"The Host nodded, letting him know that would be acceptable"

Dark realized that his name wasn't mentioned and he spoke out on it, "uH . .  Mark? What about me?"

"Oh!" Mark rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, "Well I mean . . . . of course  we need someone to watch Dark Chica and make sure she doesn't get too INTO her acting, you know? And Amy will probably need help with lunch!"

Dark's eyes flashed again but this time Mark saw it and he suddenly stood defensive.

Ethan noticed the action and stood up, "Hey guys, it's alright. Dark Chica's cool, you know? I mean look at her!"

They all looked over to see her on her back letting Henry play sweetly with her.

"She doesn't need a babysitter, Mark" Ethan continued, "And what about Chase? You didn't give him a duty, either"

"Oh yeah! Sorry man!" Mark apologized, "You can help Google and Bing edit if ever they get into a fight."

"So back-up editor?" Chase crossed his arms, "Alright my dude! You got it! You can count on me, bro!"

"Cool" Bob clapped slightly, "Do I really have to be involved in this?"

"You wanted to!" Mark chastised.

"I know, but I just realized there's a lot of words I have to remember and we'll be doing a LOT of takes. Remember Heist?"

Wade snorted, "Hope you made this scene simple, bud, 'cause I have the same problem. What even is this word?"

Tyler looked over at his script and whispered it to him.

"OH!"

"Let's get started and then we can have some lunch later" Amy bounced on the balls of her toes a little, "I'm ordering pizza for everyone!"

"WILL IT HAVE PEANUT BUTTER ON IT!?" King shouted.

Everyone hated that.

Ethan's eyes were bulged, "Uh .. . . . can we not?"

"What about a musical number!?" Yancy huffed, "I wanna strut my shit and-"

"Yancy, I told you already, that comes later-"

"And what about the murder scene?" Google asked, slowly glancing over at Bing, "You promised in the script there'd be a murder"

"Google, for the last time, you're not killing Bing in real life. Got it?" Mark rolled his eyes, "Geez, it's like dealing with actual children sometimes. Let's head on out to the backyard and get set up!"

While everyone was helping set up the scene, Chase fucked around by the pool, leaning back in the sun. Wait sorry . . . . ANTI was fucking around by the pool while everyone else was working.

Anti watched everyone move stuff around and get things ready. Cameras, lights, laptops, scenery. The whole works.

He scanned the area for Dark seeing that he was with Amy as 'ordered' watching over Dark Chica intently.

'Man, he's really boiling over what I said before, isn't he?' Anti smirked.

Taking his mind away, he looked around at everyone else.

They were all helping each other, laughing together, being close.

It was sort of sickening for Anti.

'Just like those Septic egos. Disgusting.'

Then he looked over to see Google and Bing. Bing was on a laptop with his sunglasses in his mouth like a heathen while Google glared at him the entire time.

Until he took out a hammer that is and he grinned ear to ear.

Anti wondered if he should step in and help his mechanical friend until Captain Magnum launched himself at the browser, taking him down. Again.

Bing carried on his duty as normal.

Curious, Anti got up and made his way over to Bing, "Sup bro?"

Bing grinned, "Sah dude!?"

He motioned over to Google who was in a choke-hold, "Doesn't that bother you, man?"

Bing looked over towards the brawl and shrugged, "Eh, it's cool! I know he's just messing around"

Anti couldn't believe how naïve he was, "Dude, he was trying to kill you! He always tries at least once a day. Doesn't that hurt? I mean, it'd hurt me if someone wanted to kill me THAT badly to try so often-"

"Dude" Bing stopped him, "Google can't help what's in his programming. Just because Mark made him like that doesn't mean that's how he feels on the inside. I've seen his motherboard, after all. He's not so bad. He even tries NOT to but then his circuits start to fry if he don't"

"HUh" Anti tilted his head actually interested, "Curious. I didn't know that, dude. Must suck for him"

Bing shrugged, "It's whatever. Us Ipliers are all a bit messed up. It's why we get along so swell, ya know? But you'd know all about that, too, wouldn't ya? Anti?"

Anti snapped his eyes at Bing. 

'How did he know? Do I have to kill him now? Get rid of him? He wouldn't out me, would he? What are you talking about, Anti, OF COURSE he would!'

But he tried to act coy at first, "I don't get what you mean?"

Bing raised a brow, "With Anti? You and the others know about messed up sh*t being around him, right?"

'Oh good'

'Chase' took a breathe, "Oh . . .yeah. Yeah, what a fucking wacko, dude"

Before anything else could be said, Anti just walked away so he couldn't fuck anything else up. The last thing he needed right now was everyone knowing who he really was. Dark was fine. He wasn't about to tell anyone so long as Anti flitted useless information to him here and there. 

But if the wrong person found out . . . ..

If he fucked up the plan, there would be no crevice that he could hide in to get away from Actor.

He was just glad he was smart enough to go outside when he told Dark that info .  . . . . 

When everything was finally set up, they took their lunch. They wanted to eat before actually filming anything.

What they didn't know was someone was keeping a close eye on Dark.

'It's very close . . . .almost time. He's slowly cracking and soon he'll break. The other day was SO close but not enough. If Wilford hadn't shown up, I'd have had my revenge early! Damn that stupid buffoon!'

But it didn't matter. They were still on course with the plan. If Anti could just not fuck anything up for one second, they'd be golden.

'Don't worry, my sweet' Actor was lost in thought, thinking of the one that got away, 'Soon you'll be mine again. I'll be the hero. You'll adore me again. And NOTHING will ever stand in our way. Not even Mark.'