He wasn't crazy anymore. The voice, the illusions- it was all just a dream. It had to be. Oneshot. Kind-of bronzeshipping, with a weird sort of noncon.

The walls were just too plain for Marik, so he brought home some fresh meat, a young girl named Anna. Her blood should liven up the place and Bakura just could not resist wanting to help paint the walls crimson. Psychoshipping, death, gore, ect.