Chapter Two guys! I, honestly don't know where I am going with some of this. I know my main objective, and some of my little sub-objectives that I want included, but unfortunately, with all my brainstorming, I have no clue! I don't know how long this'll be either, so bare with me while I take my time and avoid my personal writing schedule.

Dark stared at his computer, frozen. His pale arms seemed to have goosebumps. What just happened? The clueless thoughts filled his mind, and he wondered how anyone would react to this. What did he expect? Nothing. It would be impossible explaining this to an extent that is even possible to be real, and even at this point, he wasn't even sure what happened, or if it had happened at all, really.

Spinning around in his chair, Dark looked around his room. He looked over to his bed and then back at his computer. How did he get back here from within the game? How did he get there from within reality?

Nonetheless, he had to get things done. He started up his webcam and started recording.

"Hello, and welcome back. This is not a Dark Corner episode. I wanted to tell you guys that K'Joor will be delayed because of certain, uhhh, personal connections, and that I might be taking a break from YouTube, again. Unfortunately, I do not know when I will be back, or how, but I will try, so bye Darklings, and as always, Stay Dark."

He turned off his webcam. Sighing, he cursed to himself under his breath. The more angered he got at this, the more it was affected. Obviously, it was real, but was reality? The intense thought of what was real and what was just a dream haunted himself. K'Joor had only deemed fake, until now, but what if this magical world was actually real, and he was just a game? The life he once had known and the lives he created crossed paths. At any moment, Doben could come to Earth. What would happen then? Could the Darklings defend themselves? Fend Dark, himself? Computers, were they the portal? The questions continued painfully through his mind.

Sitting on his bed, moments later, Dark began to curl up in a ball. A safety ball, away from all this haunting. He wasn't crying, no, but he was shivering. The emotions jumbled up inside him was too much, and how could he handle it? Maybe a break from his house was a good idea. He would go outside!

It seemed ages in which he'd go outside by choice. With schoolwork, YouTube, games, and personal time, he felt his body had grown used to the comfort of the indoors. It was relaxing, until now.

Before leaving his house, he quickly began the upload to YouTube. He figured he wouldn't tell any of his fans what was going on, and wouldn't warn them of the video. It was time they left the nest and went on their own. They must learn for themselves. Dark was not abandoning them, he was saving them from the dangers that could happen.

He opened his front door. A chilled rushed spilled out from the outside. Not phased by the Norwegian weather, he went outdoors. His zipped up hoodie seemed nice and cozy and underneath he wore a t-shirt. It felt good to be wearing his normal clothes again, and not heavy armor with the gang. Taking a deep breath, he cleared his thoughts. Clear air means clear thoughts. Open space means calm head. Exactly what Dark wanted.

It seemed like hours had passed by before he checked the time on his phone. It was getting late. He hadn't thought of anything that had happened between Doben and him. What a relief!

Returning home, Dark went into his room. the thoughts began to rush in almost instantly. Determined to rid of them, he opened Skyrim once more. He made sure he'd record it all. The title screen showed up again, he didn't even bother to talk to the Darklings, he went straight into the game.

He lay on the bedroll he'd fallen asleep on before returning to Norway. His return to Norway, was that a dream or was sleeping the portal back? If so, he could just avoid this fantasy. It was a good idea, indeed so well, he almost wanted to sleep again. Truthfully, he felt a love for the gang. It was them that never accused him of wrongdoing, never hurt him in any way, and always stayed with him no matter what. They were like another family to him. If he defeated Doben and removed the curse, could he come back? He'd miss them so. Time would tell of his decision, and its outcome. For now, he must focus.

"Awake?" Marthar mumbled.

"I think," Dark responded.

"Think? Sure looks like it to me!"

"Well, you see, this all seems like a dream to me. I don't believe that this is all real," admitted Dark.

"Dream? I'd say a dream come true! Doben is a serious matter, and unfortunately 100% real," Marthar told.

A dream come true? What did that drunken mage mean? The gang's reality was real. Marthar made Dark feel a bit guilty. He brought Doben into this world. He forced Alice to encounter him first, and he allowed Doben to hurt K'Joor's family and everyone he created. This had to be karma. If Doben could not conquer this world, then he'd likely conquer Dark's. What seemed like a dream, now, vividly became real! It was confirmed, and he had to stop it.

*Victory Music* I reached my night's goal! I do believe this ended shorter than I wanted it, but I am just SO tired, and I really like starting fresh when I take breaks. So, chapter three tomorrow, or maybe the next day. Thanks for viewing and reading! Stay awesome, and as always Stay Dark my fellow Darkling, and VoicesFromTheDark!