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Jack was left speechless. He wanted to sink to the floor and think, think about what was happening, why Mark was acting so weird.

"What do you mean, Mark? The person I was looking for was you, and you're right here in front of me!" He finally exploded, sick of chasing Mark around in circles for answers. This whole situation was tiring, and he was done playing games. Mark needed to snap out of his whole creepy facade.

"I am not Mark!" Mark, or who appeared to be him, shrieked.

Jack was left reeling at his outburst. Slowly, he lowered his hand from his head and said, "What?"

That was it. Mark was completely, utterly insane. He needed help.

"I. Am. Not. Mark. I am Dark!" The alleged 'Dark' growled, putting emphasis into each word.

"Dark? Like Darkiplier? No, he's just some made-up character. Like Wilford Warfstache," Jack protested, shaking his head. "Dark isn't real, Mark—"

"I am real!" Dark screamed, and Jack let out a yelp as he was shoved to the ground. His back connected hard against the floor, causing him to wince and stifle a groan of pain.

"What was that for?" He gasped out, struggling to sit up as he collected his bearings once more. Dark was now standing in front of him, his figure outlined in the darkness. Finally, he flipped on the light switch, illuminating the room.

Jack's eyes widened as they rested upon Dark. He was fuming, his formerly black eyes a blazing red.

"What the hell?" Jack screeched, flinching away. "Contacts, those must be contacts. This is all just some elaborate prank. And it's getting old, okay? So please, just stop it!"

"This is not a prank, this is not a dream, this is not an illusion. This is real, and you better get used to it."