This is for SeptiPhanIplierAway's contest. *grins* It's Dark and Mark.. and maybe the slightest bit of Septiplier...
I know, I'm evil. BUT YOU CANNOT BLAME ME XD
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Mark wandered around the forest, alone. It had been a long day for him, and he decided he needed a well-deserved break. What he didn't realize about the forest, was that there was a long-hidden secret inside it's walls, and only one person could summon him. He ignored his buzzing phone, and kept on walking. Suddenly, a figure appeared infront of Mark. His eyes widened, looking at the person—well, demon— and gasping quietly. The figure's eyes were red. Blood red. To Mark, it seemed as if the figure was his opposite. "Hello, Mark." The figure smirked. "Who are you? How do you know my name?" Mark narrowed his eyes slightly. "Dark. And why wouldn't I? I'm a demon after all~" Dark chuckled. Mark took a small step back. "Why are you here?" He asked. Dark stared into his eyes. Chocolate brown met blood red. (Chocolate raspberry...I'll go home XD) "To make a deal."
Mark was slightly confused. If he had read right, demons were most likely to break deals. Dark held out his hand. "If you worship me.. I'll give you whatever you want." The demon said, a small smirk on his face. Mark silently sighed, considering the deal. After a few moments, he took Dark's hand and shook it. "Deal." He said. Dark smirked. "Good." There was a slight breeze, and in the blink of an eye, Dark was gone. Mark sighed, running a hand through his currently red hair.

~Timeskip brought to you by a soon-to-be-angry Darkimoo~

It had been at least a year since Mark had made a deal with Dark. Surprisingly, the demon had kept his promise, and Mark had kept his. But, that was all about to change. Mark was playing with Chica when there was a knock on his door. When he opened it, he saw Jack there. "Hiya Mark!" Jack smiled at him. Mark waved. "Hey Jack! Come in!" He smiled. The Irishman nodded, walking inside. Jack then turned to him, gaze turning serious. "Did you ever make a deal with someone? A demon, specifically. That looks like the opposite of you?" Mark's eyes widened a bit. How did he know? Surely, he wasn't there..
Jack looked at Mark, waiting for an answer. "Yes.. How'd you know?" He asked. Jack sighed softly. "Because I made the same mistake. It happened one or two years ago. I was walking around in the woods, just to get some peace and quiet. Thats when he appeared. Said his name was Anti." Jack paused for a minute. Mark kept listening when he continued; "Anti had looked like the complete opposite of me, which I'm guessing is what happened with you and Dark. He had said I had summoned him, and also said that if I worshipped him, I would get whatever I wanted."
'Like what happened with me and Dark..' Mark thought.
"If only I had realized his plans sooner. When I found out, I was mad, and kind of scared. So thats when I stopped worshipping him. That got him mad, and he disappeared. I haven't heard or seen from him since." Jack finished. Staring into Mark's eyes, he went on. "Dark is playing ya, Mark. You need to realize that. So please, just think about it.." He trailed off, going silent and breaking the stare. After a few moments, Mark spoke up quietly. "What was Anti's plan?.." He asked. Jack looked back at Mark again, and whispered so quiet that Mark could almost not hear him. "His plan was to gain my trust, then use my own weaknesses against me to kill my own family and closest friends.." The Irishman whispered, sighing silently.
"Please Mark, don't let Dark do the same to you..." Jack pleaded.
Mark considered Jack's story. It had to be true, as he knew Jack would never lie. Mark nodded, hugging Jack. Jack hugged back. "I promise.." Mark mumbled. He nodded. "Good.." Jack glanced at the clock. "I have to go now." He muttered, standing up. Mark nodded in understanding. "Thank you for telling me, Jack." Mark said. Jack nodded, saying "You're welcome." Before heading out the door. Mark sighed, sitting down.

~Smol timeskip brought to you by this storeh >:3~

A week had passed, and Mark had kept his promise to Jack. Dark was starting to get mad. He had told him that he'd give him anything he wanted! So why wasn't he listening? The demon narrowed his eyes, his eyes glowing slightly. Dark teleported to Mark, who was sitting on the couch. Staring him down, Dark growled at Mark. "Why aren't you worshipping me, mortal?" Mark looked up at him. "Not interested, thanks."
The demon was about to grab Mark's throat when he suddenly disappeared. Mark sighed in relief.
Not only had he saved himself, he now knew to think twice about making a deal with a demon.

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
That took a while to write =P
I hope you likee itttt!
Word count (including A/N's): 861