Just a thanks to everyone who has stuck with this story from the beginning, thank you.
I'd never thought I'd finish this but here we are, 268 days later, it's been one hell of a ride. :')
*Update: If you guys like this story, I'm working on another story involving Teamiplier, its a bit more rated M than this one, go check it out if you wish!*
(Mark P.O.V)
He awoke in a hospital, his body stiff and bandaged.
"Hey, you're alright." A nurse spoke softly to him. "It was an unexplained gas explosion, good thing you were the only person in the warehouse at the time."
Mark saw a figure standing in the corner. Mark licked his dry lips and tried to use his voice. "Hey, can I have a few minutes alone." He spoke raspily.
"Oh, yeah, sure. Yeah, it's a lot to take in. I'll just be outside, yell if you need something." She gave him a sweet smile and left.
Wilford walked out of the darkness. "Hey, how are you?" He whispered.
Suddenly, all of the feelings Mark had held up for the past day came out in body racking sobs. "Why, Will, why? Why me?"
"That's a good question Mark, I don't know any more than you." He grinned as he handed Mark a tissue. "But you did it though, you defeated Dark, Anti, and Hitler Pewds."
"But what about Jack and Felix?"
"Well," Will looked at his shoes, "since Sean's and Felix's regular spirit died and when Anti and Pewdenhimer took over, they killed their good sides. Since you, uh, killed their bad sides, you destroyed every part of their spirit. Which unfortunately means that all memories of them will disappear."
"What?" Mark gasped. "I'll never forget them, they are my friends!"
"I'm glad you have that mindset," Willford spoke doubtfully. "I'll be going now, I guess."
"Wait, where are you going? I need you!"
Wilford laughed. "I'm going back into you silly, you don't need me around anymore. And anyway, someone needs to keep Dark under control, " He spoke with a wink.
"He's still alive!?"
"Oh, Mark, the man with all of the questions. You can't kill a part of yourself remember. Dark won't be bothering you anymore and I'll make sure he doesn't step out of line."
Mark sighed, "Goodbye Will and thank you, for everything."
"Goodbye Mark, pleasure working with you. Maybe next time we can do a real interview?"
The Korean smiled as he disappeared. The smile faded as he realized it was morning. 24 hours ago, Felix and Jack were alive.
I'll never forget them, Mark thought to himself, remembering all of the features and quirks of his dead friends.
But they were already starting to fade.
THE END