'This is going to fun' Dark stated hiding himself from Mark and everyone around.

Upon entering the house, he was met with a woman sharpening knives a scrawl across her face. "What's wrong with you," Brian asked, and in a blink of an eye, he was over by her side whispering something in her ear. She turned her body still holding her detailed knife and smiled.

'Smile back idiot,' Dark told him, voice very faint but Mark didn't listen. Her smile faded, and she started to walk over. Almost inaudible, Mark heard the voice tell him to be careful, he's watching but won't be felt or heard unless needed.

Once the woman had reached him, she held out her hand that wasn't holding onto a knife. Mark tried to smile and took her hand. "Hello!" She gleamed, "The names Suzy."

"Mark," he said slowly retracting his hand back to his side, he looked over to Brian, "Any chance I could get my bag now, I really need to be going." For a second Mark thought he saw Brian's face frown but he turned to walk upstairs towards the room Mark was in yesterday.

The house was pitch black, all the windows have been covered over, "Don't mind the lack of light," Brian said picking up a lantern at the top of the stairs, "It can get very cold, so we thought it was best to make sure there was no draft for wind to come through."

"Right," Mark responded feeling his body tighten in fear, it felt like there were people all around him but when he turned his head all he could see was darkness. "This is so creepy," he thought to himself, and the feeling of Dark nodding was felt within. For some reason, knowing Dark was with him helped with his fear because Mark felt like there was someone next to him, there to support him. Even if he couldn't be felt at the moment, Mark knew he was there.

Brian turned into a door but before Mark could follow he knocked into someone. He turned his head and strained his eyes, all he could see was fluffy hair. "Sorry," Mark whispered.

"Mark?"

"Danny?" The hair suddenly made sense and Mark apologised again before walking into the room that Brian was waiting in. There in the corner near the orange couch was his weathered looking bag. He walked over to it and sat down opening up the hinges. Everything seemed to still be in there; his money, new clothes he had bought before wandering into the pub and a mouldy piece of bread. "Thanks for your help again." Mark laughed scratching his neck. He was about to stand up when suddenly there was a knock on the door.

"Brian, you ready it's time to find some fo-" Arin's face fell as he looked over to see Mark sat down. "Oh, hello Mark, I see you're back in the Grumps house," Arin's said while he kicked something behind him and Mark heard a yelp before it ran off. "Sorry to rush you off but we really must get going." He sounded drowsy Mark thought; there was no response from Dark.

"Please, don't worry I had only returned to grab my bag," he smiled at the man; however, Arin never smiled back; instead he turned and walked back out of the room. Mark saw a shadow come up from where Arin's foot had lifted before he was out of sight in the dark. "Thank you, Brian, it seems I must get going now." The man led him out of the house, it felt different from the last time he was in here.

He waved at Brian before he started to walk away from the house. Like before, once the house was out of sight, he could feel Darks presence again. 'That place has always creeped me out.' His body started to slow its pace, and he leisurely walked through the empty street.

"It felt different this time" was all Mark could respond with, it felt homely but dangerous.

'Don't dwell on it, I'd rather not see any more of them memory by myself thank you very much,' he felt his body shuddered in disgust. 'What I don't understand is why they never tried to keep you...'

"Keep me? They all looked so tired and pissed off."

'I know, they must be hungry,' and as if on cue they heard a loud female scream. Mark wanted to run over, but his body wouldn't move. 'Are you ok?' Dark asked

"Are you stopping me from moving?" Mark asked, but the voice responded with a no and Mark knew he couldn't feel Darks tug against his wishes.

'Maybe mentally you know not to go over there,' puzzlement ran through Marks body causing Dark to sigh, 'Like I said, please don't dwell on the matter. Hopefully, they weren't hungry enough to kill the poor woman.'

"K-Kill!" Mark stuttered.

'STOP!' Dark shouted causing the ground beneath Mark to shake, prompting him to fall over, but when he went to fix himself, he saw he had entered the room he and Dark were in this morning. 'Shit.'

"What the fuck happened then?" He questioned before he felt his body start to become weak. He limped over to the damaged chair near the window where he saw Dark's reflection. His breath began to speed up, and his body was becoming numb, he looked over to the window for help, but there was no one there other than his own reflection. Then darkness covered his eyes.

He woke up in the only room within Grumps house he's seen again, but he never felt Darks presence...

"You up yet sleep head?" he heard someone shout from the door. Mark grumped moodily in response. "Come on, we've found a full town!" Mark sat up quickly, eagerness filled his body.

"Really," he began standing up, Mark noticed he had shrunk incredibly in height. "I get to come!" He jumped up and down, the man in front of him laughed and walked over to mess with Marks dark hair. Mark looked up at the man grabbing his hand and smiled. Danny smiled back trying to pull his hand away from Marks deathly grip.

The next thing Mark remembers is appearing in a town that looked like it was engulfed in flames, the sounds and heat felt so real, "Arin's been practising this since he found out about the little town." Danny said looking over at Mark before he disappeared. He found himself drawn to a house near the end of the road. Mark mentally found himself shaking with fear, "This is..." he couldn't make himself think about the house.

He entered walking through the fire of the front door. In the corner of his eye, he saw a woman screaming in the living room along with a high pitch vocal, and then a flicker of a black shadow was seen darting at the woman. Its hands were slowly re-appearing grabbing the woman's neck tightly. Mark turned his head away from the rest and carried on walking upstairs towards the sound of a whimper in one of the rooms.

He then appeared in a room, his body was against the floor. His eyes wouldn't allow him sight, so he had to use his other senses to find his way around.

"Ta..." There, Mark rushed towards the sound, to only hear the sound of feet trying to move, it meant nothing, he had found the body's presence

"Too late~" he sang, however, before he knew it he felt burning run through the whole of his body. He hissed in pain and tried to scuttle backwards from the light, it felt like his insides where melting.

The vision was starting to clear when he suddenly felt his body being pushed down 'Oh no you don't, I'll force you to remember more!' Desperation was heard through Darks shouts, 'If they won't let you remember me then I'll make you remember me. Fuck Danny!' Was all the voice cried before he suddenly felt a strong pull back to the memory?

Through the screams coming from outside the room, Mark could hear feet quickly scatter away against the wooden floor. He felt himself rise from the ground and he turned to look around the room, next to him was a closed music box, and he was forced to touch it. 'Mark?' A voice in his head shouted, the confusion didn't help the pain, and he started coughing. 'Mark calm down.' He knew the body of past Mark didn't recognise the voice. 'Hey, can you hear me?' The voice asked. Mark wanted to answer the voice but he couldn't through the coughing. 'Mark relax, I'm going to try and do a takeover. Don't. Fight. Me.'
The last thing Mark remembers is being in a bright room of white. 'Don't worry, he said Dr Wiishu can help us.' A soft voice told him.

Mark re-awoke again in the chair, sweat pouring off him. He no longer felt panicky. "Dark?" He whispered aloud, but there was no response. He quickly stood up and looked in the broken window. When his reflection didn't show he slowly looked down and there was Dark's back slumped against the edge. Mark knelt down and placed his hand against the middle of Darks back. "Dark, are you ok?" Again there was no response, so Mark sat softly, slowly leaning his back against the window. He still felt the warmth of Dark and smiled relaxing into it. "Thank you for saving me," Mark hummed before he felt himself drift off again.

Mark would never know how Darks face filled with a gentle smile before weakness took over...