Mark storms off to his room, away from Jack.
He was mad—no, furious—with Jack and ranting, of all people—well, beings—to Darkiplier and Anti-Septiceye.
"He just…ugh!" Mark complains to the demons, struggling to find words to describe anything he was feeling at that moment.
Darkiplier leaned back on the bed where he was lounging, thinking for a moment, then smirking and looking to Anti who was watching curiously,
They'd been planning this.
"Y'know, we could get back at 'im—the three of us." Anti suggests to Mark.
Mark looks at him cautiously but curiously, "What do you have in mind?"
Dark speaks again, the same smirk on his features, "We could, perhaps, trade pets, if you will."
"Okay, pal, first of all, Jack's not a pet to me." Marks counters defensively, "Second, are you suggesting that Jack and Anti switch places?" his tone changed to something of disgust and fear.
"Come on," Dark purrs, throwing an arm casually around Mark like they were great pals just catching up, "It'll be a great lesson for him and you know you want to. I mean, he crossed you. He betrayed you, even. C'mon, man."
Mark looked at Dark suspiciously, he then looked to Anti, "And you're so willing to spend that time here with me, because…?" He shrugged off Darks arm.
"How do I know you aren't planning something else behind all this?" Mark asked looking quickly between the two.
"Ye don't, honestly, but don't ye want revenge? Why, just before ye were ranting 'bout how mad with 'im ye were. We could help." Anti smiles.
"I suppose." Mark replies, thinking for a moment before deciding, "Okay. Let's do it."