The room was dark and silent. Sean felt too awkward to speak so he just stood watching Andrew pace. Said periodically checking his phone.

Finally deciding to break the silence, "Is every-" he was cut off by a bang. Seconds later another figure ways thrown in between the two Irishmen.

His flannel was torn, he was beaten pretty badly. The telltale red floof told Sean exactly who it was. He was instantly at his friend's side. "M-mark? Mark! Are you okay?!"

Mark looked up at Sean with a bit of a forced smile, he coughed, "Couldn't be worse, Jackaboy."

And he was right, as Sean helped him to his feet, he couldn't help but stare at the bruising on his face. He was sporting a black eye, his left eye to be exact. His lower lip was split, bleeding slightly.

As he was about to ask what happened, Andrew began screaming at the reason, "You had one fucking job, Derrick! Bring him here on time! One fucking job! Now we're short on time!"

Sean tried his best to keep his battered friend up as he looks at the newcomer. He looked much like Mark, except he slightly he was slightly paler and had red eyes. Oh and his floof was dark purple. Like Andrew he wore all black.

Sean looked at his friend, "Is that..?" He didn't finish, already knowing the answer.

"Yeah, thats Darkiplier, not what I was expecting either, then again Anti looks different from what I'd thought," Mark mumbled.

"He doesn't like to be called that," Sean whispered back.

Andrew had finished screaming, glaring at Derrick, waiting for him to speak.

"He put up more of a fight than I thought, okay? Plus I got him here. So as long as you don't bitch we can get this done," Derrick was quiet a moment before speaking again, "Why did we bring them here anyway?"

Andrew's visible eye widens a moment before he went back to glaring at the taller, "Why we are going to have a fucking tea party with them," he grumbles, eye twitching.

Derrick gives a him a confused look, before Andrew shouts, "Fucking idiot we are going to kill the-" he cut himself off as he began to scream grabbing at the shock collar around his neck. Derrick had pulled out the remote for it and was holding in the button.

"Not that bad huh?" Sean mumbled, before Mark placed a hand over his mouth, giving him a look before glancing over at their arguing alter egos. He looked back at Sean, who realized what he was trying to tell him.

Run. Run before they noticed.

That's exactly what they both did.