When they got back to his hotel room, Mark closed and locked the door, telling her to make herself at home. Jennet sat on the couch and pulled out her phone, likely checking her social media. He looked out the curtains at the rain that began to pour, it would be a long day if this kept up... He loved rain, and she knew that... but for her to be stuck with him in a hotel room couldn't be comfortable. It wasn't for him already.

The rain didn't stop though, as time went on. They watched T.V, he edited videos, she messaged friends. Speaking of friends, he wanted to call Bob and Wade. Knowing full well the time difference, that by now, they'd be out cold. He instead preoccupied himself with editing more videos, and watching some comedy shows on the T.V.

It was getting late, and apparent that Jennet would have to stay the night. He'd offered her to stay the night in the hotel bed and he'd take the couch, like he'd been doing already by accident. She refused, saying she was fine with the couch, and he proceeded to give her a spare pillow and blanket.

It was around the time he was just about asleep when the thunder hit, and he heard a muffled yelp from the other room- that was right, wasn't it? Jennet was afraid of storms, she hated them. He got up, as he had done many times before for her, and walked into the main room. "Jennet? Jennet are you alright?" He asked softly, looking around the dark room.

She was huddled on the ground with her back to the side of the couch, farthest away from the window. He slowly walked over and knelt in front of her, "Jennet?"

She mumbled a faint, "Make it stop" before huddling into the blanket further when another shout of thunder filled the room. "Listen, it's okay, just a little thunder. There isn't any lightening, just noise, okay?" He tried to comfort her, and eventually she relaxed. She tried to avoid his gaze, they'd been here once before, no, many times.

She'd always been afraid of storms, and he'd always been there to help her through them, always so caring and understanding of her fear. He figured this was as good a time as any to try to talk out their problems, she couldn't necessarily avoid it. "So, what is it that has you so upset with me anyway? I get that things were hard but... things were okay."

She looked up at him with a surprised and angry expression, he knew he shouldn't have asked that question, but he needed to know. "You came back!" She hissed, still shaking slightly when more thunder went off. But, how was that right? After that night she had left, and things were okay, though he knew she didn't want to dwell on any thoughts to do with him anymore. What did she mean he came back? He'd never seen her after then.

Unless... "What did I do?" He asked, his tone took an edge to it, but she dismissed it in her anger. "What you always do when you're not being yourself, you..." She trailed off, shuddering, and the realization hit him immediately when her voice trailed off. Did he hit her? Was the question in his mind- but it was possible that he'd... raped her... which was much, much worse if anything. What might she think of him now...

"Look, I didn't mean it-" She glared up at him, standing with anger burning in her eyes. "Yeah, I know how that sounds, Jennet, but I'm- really, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have-" He didn't have time to finish, as she picked up her phone and purse, turning towards the door. She still shivered slightly under the shouts of thunder, but seemed to be toughing it out fine... he still didn't want her out there in that weather alone.

"Jennet? Jennet, where are you going?" He asked worriedly, and with a bit frustration. Couldn't they just stop, sit, and talk it out like adults? Couldn't they just make up, and get along? He knew they could do it- any two people could work an argument out if they both wanted it. She did... want to work it out, didn't she?

But what if she doesn't, after all?

"I'm going back to my hotel room, I shouldn't stay here." She said, storming out before Mark could do anything about it, back to square one. He leaned on the back of the couch after running his fingers through his hair, face in his hands as he breathed out in frustration. He shouldn't have said anything, it would have been fine if he'd just dropped it... now she was out there facing her fears, except was she?

He stood with his elbows on the couch and his chin rested on his fists, trying to think over all this. What if that wasn't her fear, what if she was running away from her fears? In that case, he hadn't helped her at all, and couldn't have. After all, if that were the fact, it would have to mean he was her fear. There would be no way for him to help her then, and nothing he could say or do to change her mind.

He thought more about that, the decisions he could have made, but decided this instead. He should have just comforted her, and nothing more. Let her feel comfortable there with him, even just for a bit, just for the night that she had to be there to avoid the storm. But there he had gone and scared her off by trying to fix things, maybe after all he'd done, she wasn't yet ready to fix things.

As he pondered, the rain soon began to stop, the thunder had been done hours ago. But he stayed up, walking around, practically pacing. All that could be heard was the howling wind- he'd have gone after her, but he assumed she was already back at her hotel, likely asleep. He sighed, how would he be able to handle being around her whilst she despised him for two weeks? He wouldn't tell Marin to find him a new Guest Assistant, he felt that would put a larger gap between him and Jennet, he really did not want her for a second thinking he didn't want her around.

He finally decided, after all the stressing about it, to send her a text. Jennet, hey look I'm sorry. I know you still have a grudge against me, I don't blame you really. But we have the next two weeks together, can we put this aside? He doubted she'd read it yet, it was getting to around evening and she'd probably go out to eat something. He quickly pushed the thought away of her eating alone somewhere, when he could very well be beside her. He didn't need those thoughts.

He ran his fingers through he hair again and smoothed it into place lazily, taking out his phone again after some pacing to call for pizza. May as well enjoy the local cuisine he supposed, though he didn't feel all into it now, after everything going so wrong today. He took the pizza from the delivery and gave the pizza guy the money for his pizza, saying to have a good night with an all too forced smile.

He sat on the couch with the pizza, picking up a slice and frowning as he stared it down. After a little while of just that, he bit into the pizza, finding it to be quite good. He continued to eat a few more pieces before closing the box and leaving it on the coffee table, and going into the bathroom to get ready for bed. He again found himself running his fingers through his hair, and forced himself to stop.

He quickly rinsed his face with water, brushed his teeth, and other such essentials, before crawling into the hotel bed. He let out a yawn as he got comfortable, his eyes fluttering closed as he listened to the wind outside the hotel room window. Annoyance struck him when his phone went off on the night stand, letting him know he had a message.

Fine. I'll show you around tomorrow, be at Starbucks at 10am. He smiled slightly at the message, his annoyance vanishing immediately. He was thinking of what to text back when another message popped up.

I have to be at the venue at 1pm to help Marin. Don't be late. He sighed, texting back a simple 'Okay, be there' before shutting off his phone and returning it to it's spot. He rolled over and took in a little too much air too fast, breaking into a coughing fit. There, there he was again, always interrupting something. Except how was he here now, Mark hadn't heard the door or anything, and there he was.

A silhouette stood by his window looking at him, before turning to face the window which cast light on his face- Mark's face. He was human, Mark wasn't sure how Darkiplier had gotten in, how could he possibly if he was human? But then, maybe this was another memory; and yet he didn't remember every having seen Dark do this.

"Darkiplier I don't know what you expect from me, but what ever it is, you should give up now." Mark warned, sitting up on his elbows. At first, he didn't think the figure by the window had heard him- was he not there after all? And then a shudder of dread washed over him, as a dangerously low, almost mischievous chuckle echoed in the room. He opened his mouth to say something again, but his tongue felt dry and he grit his teeth, a clearly uncomfortable expression on his face.

The darker version of himself turned away from the window, a smirk on his face... jaw spattered with the same red that his shirt was soaked in. "What are you?" Mark exhaled in horror, voice sounding disdainful. Darkiplier stepped towards Mark, and he started to scramble out of the bed, unfortunately not quite fast enough... He barely blinked before finding himself pinned by the throat to the wall, Dark's nails digging into his neck.

He felt breath escaping him, he couldn't breath, and was clawing at the dark reflection's hold on his neck. He couldn't get the diluted mirror image to let go, and he could see the edges of his vision fading into darkness. He tried so hard to get Darkiplier to let him go, to catch his breath somehow- to delay Dark's grip even for a second. But he wouldn't let go, didn't even budge a bit; Mark was becoming quickly submerged into darkness, eyes looking around wildly, sightless.

His hands fell from where they gripped Dark's wrists, landing beside him on the bed...

Uh oh, Mark no! No worries though, I wouldn't have a story anymore if Markimoo stopped existing here. Also, found out Mark co-hosted at South by SouthWest with a girl named "Janet", I swear that Jennet's name was not intended to be similar to hers. Poor Mark being in the hospital... I guess the end of this chapter was inspired by that. I'm glad he'd home and feeling better, with his puppies and everything! So yeah, that's this chapter... it's shorter to make up for the longer chapter before this one. The next one should return to the average again, so yeah. Hope that those of you still reading are enjoying the story so far, I've already begun to improve my writing through this. Going back through older chapters as I go to check for Grammar errors etc.

Thank you all for reading, and as always, I will see you... in the next chapter. Buh-Bye! -Adamented/Ada