KNOCK KNOCK

The sound of knuckles on wood filled the house. Jack got up, annoyance flooding his body. Why was someone here at this time of night? Making his way down the stairs, he was hit with a sudden wave of nausea.

"Not now..It's important.." he whispered to himself. The spine-chilling sound of that fucking giggle was the only response he got before his vision faded to black.

Only pausing slightly, Anti continued down the stairs. The signature energy of Dark was waiting impatiently outside the front door and that fucking knocking was getting to him.

"I'm coming, you dickhead!"

Reaching the door, he flung it open and Dark stumbled in. He glanced around nervously.

"You have to help me."

Anti's usually grinning devilishly face twisted into one of confusion.

"Wha- Dark, the hell is going on?"

"I have to go back. I have to. I..I've been so erratic with energy that's coming from nowhere this past week, and know I know..I, just.."

"Calm down. Take some deep breaths."

Dark shook his head quickly.

"Can't. I have to go back."

"..Back? Back where? Where are you going?"

Dark didn't answer the question, but instead said, "Do you have, a knife or something?"

Anti laughed. "Me? Have a KNIFE? That's absurd!"

However, Dark didn't get it. His hands slammed down on a table. Anti looked over, surprised.

"You don't fucking understand! No one understands! Why does no one understand.." he broke down in tears.

Anti walked over and hugged him.

"What do I need to do?"

"I need to go back."

"I know, I know. It's okay. How can I help?"

"Send me back."

"Where do you need to go?"

"I need to go..go back. Back in time."

"Okay. How far back do you need to go?"

Dark counted on his fingers.

"21 years."

"Okay, and what will you do?"

"I'll..I'll stop it all."

"Don't die. I can send you into a loop if you want."

"Please."

"Good luck."

He focused his energy, stealing all of Jack's, and created the loop. Sending Dark into it took all of his energy and he fell to his knees, sensing the others crowding around to help. Not that it mattered; Jack was gone. If Jack died, so would they.