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•Chapter 48 - The Lights•

I left the place that used to be my living room...
Now exactly what should I call it?
The slaughter room?

The once white walls were covered in black ink and red blood...

Let's not forget to mention the corpse...

The corpse of The Maski... p....

I don't think I can say it...

The feeling that perhaphs saying his name, could bring him back - it scared me...

Yes - I was fighting Dark to not kill him...

But...

I just knew I alone couldn't fight M...

Mr. M. Iplier.

If Dark was there - I'd obviously have more support...

Maybe that's why I didn't want him dead...

Because I had hope...

And Dark killed it... along with him.

Maybe - just maybe if we were to save Mr. M.iplier, we could have brought Mark back.

I didn't care if it was the asshole Mark from the legendary series of 'Who killed Markiplier' - it was at least something.

This Mr. M. Iplier had knowledge.
STRONG knowledge.

He could have helped to perhaps... I don't know- put all problems at ease?

The demons would have went to their fucking pits of hell- and maybe I - I could continue my fucking life and maybe even save the other (Y/n)s from being sacrificed to the satisfaction of those demons who want the knowledge and bodies to posses for their own so they could take over what? - the world?!

I slammed the door of my ex-living room and stood in the corridor of my house - being right next to the stairs.

"DARK EDWARD IPLIER!!"

My voice not screamed - but roared across the house, which was probably a mistake since my neighbours could probably hear me.

Silence was all.

... or was it?

I heard a click and a light shining onto me...

I faced the open door of the kitchen.

The light was on...

It was slightly flickering above the tall silhouette that slightly glitched in his famous colours red and blue.

He was fixing his wet sleeve... He obviously has just washed it with tap water to get rid of the blood stains.

"Your food has expired..." He muttered under his breath...

I clenched my jaw...

Well who's fault do you think that is?!

Dark looked back up at me, his hands still fixing his sleeve...

He stared into my eyes...

I stared back at his...

It was silent...

And cold...

The air was thick as it probably hadn't been freshened due to the closed windows that were probably closed for a year...