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•Chapter 43 - Not Real•

Despite all of my efforts to wake DMark up, his heavy body continued to lay still... almost like a puppet with no strings...

It's funny, really, if you thought about it.

DMark is laying there while I try to help him.

It's like he's drunk... but uncontious...

And I feel like the poor wife that can't help but only worry and panic.

However... I just drew in a deep breath while I tried to space out my shaking hands.

If I needed help, how would I even call them?

It's not like Wilford Warfstache or Antisepticeye have a phone.... right?

Or do they?

Either way - my efforts gave me unwanted exhaustion...

There was only one option...

To rest and think this through.

Sometimes even I can't help but get stuck between what's a joke and what's serious... Mark.

I inhale deeply and lay down on the edge of the sofa where DMark's legs wouldn't reach me.

It takes quite a moment but I stare at him...

His white suit barely flickers...

Is that even good?

I glance upon his face...

I remember when I first met Mark...

The real one...

I was so worried and... scared...

... perhaphs now when I look back, a part of me almost read through the lines of activity and somehow sensed that...

... that that specific event could change my life...

Oh... if only I knew...

... I would've went straight forward to it.

However...

I would've added some changes...

I would have never fallen for Dark.

Why?

Mark warned us all just exactly how manipulative he is.

What if this is all just a work of manipulation?

Shivers crawl at me from the idea.

I gaze upon his closed eyes.

So stern but... peaceful.

It's a work of....

Art.

Hiding away the truth.

Like think about it ~ Darkiplier has killed my friends - eaten them alive.

Not only that -

I have encountered him manipulating me before to fucking EAT my friend.

TO EAT A FUCKING HUMAN.

My stomach just twists from the thought.

The more I thought about it, the more it went on
...

Should Dark really be saved?