"Damien, look I know we've had our differences in the past, but-" Mark started.
"I thought you were the hero of this story, you don't need help from the Villain," Darkiplier interrupted, "that is what you made me."
"I do when it's my best friend," but Dark just laughed.
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Previously
Mark looked down at his phone, he had been trying to contact Seán yesterday to do their collab, still no answer. His loss, Mark chuckled to himself. He glanced at the date and his heart dropped, had it really been a year already. A year ago that day he had killed himself and taken over Damien's body. And killed Celine.
The Colonel had gone mad like planned. Now going by Wilford Warfstash.
Meanwhile Seán was dealing with his own problems, what was originally supposed to be a harmless Halloween video had turned into something more, something terrible.
He had finally been able to get on the computer after being stuck in bed all day. There was an email from Mark, which was odd since he usually called or texted. Seán clicked on the link in the email, but it didn't send him to another website. Instead his screen started to turn green occasionally glitching black.
"What the hell," Seán moved away from the screen and the message at the bottom stood out to him, life needed a bit of madness, eh, old friend.
"Indeed it does," the shadow behind him with glowing green eyes said. Four other figures stood next to it, all with the same dead, green eyes.
"Who-who are you," Seán felt behind him on his desk, searching for anything to defend himself.
"You don't recognize us, Jack," One said with the same demonic voice but in a German accent.
"You created us," The magician said.
"Yet you toss us aside so easily," one held a gun, dark circles under his eyes.
"Over shadowed by Mark and his, 'friends'," The once hero said.
Shneeplestine. Marvin. Chase. Jackaboy-Man. He knew all of them, but what did Mark have to do with anything. He had heard about the tragedy that had befallen Damien and Celine. And that The Colonel had ran off after killing Abe, muttering nonsense.
"I'm sorry to admit that everything your so called friend told you was a lie," the shadow had disappeared and the voice was now in his head, "Allow me to expose the truth."
Mark turned on the TV, he needed something to distract him.
"And now for the weather, Jim," the news anchor said before the TV went black.
"What now," Mark muttered, as he walked to the TV, checking if any wires had come unplugged. He didn't notice the green glitches appearing on screen, taking it over.
"Greetings Mark," Anti said, standing over him, possessing Seán's body.
Mark whipped around to face the demon. He scrambled back and ran into the kitchen to arm himself, with the gun he had hidden in a secret cabinet. He pulled out the loaded pistol, and even when Anti made it seem like he was Seán, Mark didn't hesitate to shoot.
"You thought that would stop me," Anti laughed, he started jerking as Seán tried to save his friend, "Mark, run!"
Mark watched in horror as Anti took back control and grabbed a knife, his hand shook as the knife slid across his throat, killing Seán. Mark got up, slowly edging away from Anti. Anti whirled on him, the knife in his hand tinted black with green glitch particles. He hurled the knife at Mark, who ducked in time for it to hit the already shattered mirror behind him.
The mirror glowed blue and red, mixing with the green glitches on the knife, and a bright light sent Anti back to Jack's other egos. A figure appeared from the light.
"Holy shit," She muttered, feeling her face and arms, "I'm not stuck anymore! I never should have taken that deal. Ugh, why the fuck did I listen to Celine, I had just met her." She froze when she saw Mark, then rage took over, "Damien I should kill you for-"
"Woah, I'm not Damien, and who the hell are you," She just laughed,"Wait you're not kidding, Mark how the hell are you alive? You're worse than Damien and Celine."
"What are you talking about, I never died," Mark lied.
"Okay, sure, You don't recognize me do you? Hold up, what year is it," She searched around for a calander.
"2018, why," Mark said.
"I've been stuck in that damn mirror for a year," She pounded the counter with a fist.
"Who are you anyway," Mark asked.
"Emmy, I was the district attorney. Well up until I came you your party and you died," She said, and started toward the front door.
"Where are you going," Mark called.
"I need to get my life back, and to leave before being around you causes anymore bad luck," And with that she slammed the door closed.
"Google," Mark called, activating the living AI, "why was Seán attacking me."
"Web results say that must be Jacksepticeye's evil ego, Antiseptic-," Mark sighed thinking that he may be glitching again, but Google's eyes glowed blue and red, "I should have know you would turn to this robot instead of your friends. Can you believe it's been a year since you took my body?"
"What do you want Damien, other than trying to freak me out. Which I must say, you're failing miserably."
Mark's world turned black, Darkiplier appearing in the dark abyss, white suit and all.
"Damien, look I know we've had our differences in the past, but-" Mark started, trying to remain calm as his eyes darted around looking for an escape.
"I thought you were the hero of this story, you don't need help from the Villain," Darkiplier interrupted, "that is what you made me."
"I do when it's my best friend," but Dark just laughed.
"Best friend? I thought I was you're best friend," His voice turned demonic and multiple copies of him appeared for a few seconds, "until you decided your life was more important than mine, and Celine's.
"I assume you know what happened to William, he went mad after killing the detective and that poor attorney you dragged along."
"Poor," Mark laughed, "She was ready to kill me because she thought I was you."
"And would that be the big deal you're making it. There are plenty of people who would gladly carve out your heart if they saw you." Dark chuckled.
"Neither of us know what Anti is capable of," Mark tried to reason with him, "for all we know he could come after you."
"I doubt that," Dark smirked, "if you really want help, go find the hero you think you are. But take a look in the mirror, Mark, who's really the villain here?"