Jack's POV
I had left a note for Mark and Dark explaining we were leaving to cheer up Anti.
The whole ride Anti sad in a sad pose. What to do... I remember a place to prove I was worse than him. Because I was. I pulled into an area I hung out in as a kid. He followed silently. As I kicked in the door of my hideout he asked, "what are you doing!?"
"I need to prove something!" I said. The door broke and he saw everything. PROPERTY OF JACK MCLOUGHLIN! The opened box of razors. And something that sent chills down my back, a blood stain on a table.
"Jack... y-you were the person who did this? I'm sorry..." he said.
"Don't be, I came here to prove your cutting is probably from me... Anti, IM sorry for being a cutter, that probably caused you to start! Remember your my demon, I rub off on you!" I said. I grabbed my old wallet and showed him something.
"Look, me with black and purple hair!" I said. He grinned.
"Aren't you only ment to have one license?" He asked.
"Yeah but if you lose it..." I said
"Ahh, ok!" He said. We drove home.....
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Where's our Sanity.....
FanfictionJack and Mark wonder if they are going insane as Anti and Dark torment them in various ways... Anti gets stronger Dark gets stronger Jack gets weaker Mark gets even weaker Will they ever understand these creatures?
