Mark didn't even think twice before he bolted away from the now corrupted Jack and that horde of glitches that would've been snapping at his heels if it weren't for the fact that Jack stopped them before he got corrupted. Now he's alone, without any aid to get him to safety. And the real Jack.
Glitches came after him from all corners of his eyes, attempting to snatch the intruder away.
Mark was confused.
And hungry.
And tired.
He needed to get out of here, he never needed to go back home that badly in his life.
Let's hope Delta didn't cancel his flight.
He felt something move in his pocket, but he paid no mind to it. He was just 100% focused on the fact that there were glitches behind him.
Then the key that Jack gave him slipped out, floating to eye level, catching up to the running Mark who just stared at the floating piece of metal.
The tip of the key, where the teeth resided, faced forwards.
'Don't lose it. If I eventually become of no help, this will tell you where to go, go the direction the tip is pointing.'
"Jackā¦" Mark came to realisation what Jack was talking about.
Then, without warning, the head of the key started glowing a neon green, so bright that Mark could no longer see the black and green gem. He couldn't see in front of himself for a moment, meaning that he could crash into a wall and the glitches would get him.
Something extended from the neon light, resembling two black small chains extending and clapping around Marks neck. The key stopped glowing, but it still floated, guiding Mark away from the glitches.
Anti shouted in anger as he saw the intruder run away from the glitches, angrily mashing his fingers into an invisible keyboard while grumbling to himself.
He entered a piece of code, completely switching the glitches objective.
(((catch(mark)unharmed80(health))
(bringto( )
The floating necklace directed Mark through the halls, turning the corners that it tells him to turn. The glitches were no longer following him, and he's all by himself.
For some reason that seems worse than anything considering the current situation.
Anything could leap out of the walls, dragging him to a digital hell.
He kept an eye on the key as he paced in the direction it's pointing in. He needed to get out of here. With Jack. There's no way he's gonna face that possessed, slit-throated, maniac back in Jacks room all alone.
From the bottom of his eye, the key dropped, and Mark stopped in his tracks, wondering why.
Almost immediately, it started floating again, this time glowing and facing an entirely new direction. And plus, the key was literally cutting into the back of his neck, almost strangling him, as if it was trying to drag him somewhere. The tip pointed to his right, and is moving, despite the fact that he's staying completely still.
Only then, did a wave of epiphany wash over him.
There were glitches headed his way and the key is leading him to the safest place.
Mark followed the GPS through the halls, constantly looking over his shoulder to see if anything's behind him, ready to pounce.
His reflexes weren't fast enough to process the glitch that was waiting around the corner, grabbing a death grip on his arm. The key had stopped floating, and was lying uselessly on Marks Chest as he tried to pull away from the hand. He was too busy panicking as another glitching figure appeared out of the wall to Marks left, grabbing Marks free hand. Soon enough, he felt more and more hands on his clothing, gripping him and trapping him.
Like an insect trapped in a spiders web.
There were glitches everywhere, in a matter of seconds, they had already spawned from all directions, attacking Mark. He tried to scream, but felt a cold hand clasp around his mouth.
He was trying to wriggle free when most of them stopped grabbing onto them, all coming away from him except for two, which held his arms in place so he doesn't escape.
"Well well well, what have we here?"
Mark looked up just in time to see someones hands grasp onto his glasses and take them off.
Those bleeding eyes gave his identity away almost immediately as Mark stared at Anti's cheshire grin.
"Little baby Markimoo, twapped in my spiders web, oh boo hoo hoo...: Anti taunted as he laughed at Marks scrowl on his face.
'LET ME THE FUCK GO YOU FUCKING SON OF A BITCH!' Mark sweared, and Anti's grin dropped instantly.
"Didn't your mother teach you manners? Jack's on the brink of death because he swore too much..."
'LET. US. GO.'
Anti's grin returned.
"Oh I will..." He shoved Marks glasses back on his nose, almost poking his eye out. "Soon you'll meet Jack in hell once I'm done with you...
'LET. ME. GO.'
Anti's grin grew wider.
"You're so impatient..." Anti laughed. "You wanna get killed that badly?"
Before he could do anything, Anti froze.
His grin disappeared from his face, only to be replaced by a face of shocking realisation.
'He's escaping...' Anti mumbled. 'HOW?'
He turned away from Mark, power walking his way back the way he came.
'You lot throw him in the dungeons. I'll deal with him later.' Anti grumbled as he got a large fraction of the glitches to follow him, while the remaining started dragging Mark somewhere. They all had death grips, and it was painful. His arm was getting strangled to death.
Meanwhile, Jack was on the verge of tears when he finally got out of that godforsaken cell. He had managed to rip the ropes apart, taking up a large fraction of his energy. Then he got the shock collar off, and managed to pick the lock that was locking him in the cell with a pin he had in his pocket. It was to hold his septic eye badge on his beanie, he couldn't be bothered asking his mum to sew it on.
He smiled as he ran around, feeling the freedom of movement and not being shocked. His hoodie was wet with tears and he stared at the wall.
"How the fock do I get out?' He muttered to himself.
'YOU DON'T.'
Jack whirled around, only to get punched on the neck by a fist, which then held him up in the air, by the collar as Jack choked.
'YOU LITTLE BRAT, HOW CHEEKY OF YOU, YOU COULD'VE BEEN A GOOD BOY AND STAYED IN THAT CELL.'
Jack had never seen Anti that angry.
"BUT YOU JUST HAD TO FIND A WAY TO BREAK OUT, YOU PROBABLY WON'T EVEN BE ABLE TO SEE THE SUN EVER AGAIN ONCE I'M DONE WITH YOU..."
It only felt like a couple seconds before Mark felt himself being thrown, followed by the sound of iron colliding. Mark looked up, and found himself in a room.
With a cell door.
With a lock.
He couldn't get out.
"HEY!" He screamed down the hall. "GET ME OUT OF HERE, NOW! GET. ME. OUT."
'Shut up.'
Mark jumped out of his skin when he heard a voice behind him.
'Gee, you're loud, be quiet will ya? I'm tryin' to sleep 'ere.'
Mark had no words when he saw a green haired, normal Jack sitting in the corner of the cell, with chains binding his limbs to the wall.
