"She's got the eyes of innocence, the face of an angel, a personality of a dreamer and a smile that hides more pain than you could ever imagine."
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"I'm sorry." You said to the baby when you were driving home. You also said it to Mark, if he was even listening at all. "I had to keep her away."
"I'm back."
You screamed as you heard (R/N)'s voice. You lost control of the car for a few seconds and you nearly caused an accident. You managed to regain yourself and controlled your driving once more.
"You could have gotten me killed you know." You said.
"That's kinda what I was going for." She said. "I kinda want you dead."
"And I kinda want you to fuck off." You said as you turned onto your street. "I guess that neither of us are going to get what we want, are we?"
"Nope." (R/N) said as you pulled into the garage. You sighed as you got out of the car and locked it. You closed the garage door before entering the house.

"He's disappointed in you." She said.
You turned towards her and got right in her face.
"Don't talk about him." You said. "You can't speak for him."
"Well, you can't exactly speak to him." She said. "So I'm just telling you how he feels."
"I said that I was sorry." You said.
"Sorry never cuts it (Y/N)." She snapped. "You out of all people should know that."
"Why are you such a bitch?" You asked as you headed up to your room. You closed the door and began to change into your pajamas.
"I'd like to think of myself as more of a person who's brutally honest." She said. "And bitch is a strong word."
"I have very strong feelings towards you." You said as you headed to the bathroom in order to brush your teeth and wash your face.
"Aw, I have strong feelings towards you too." She said in a sweet voice. "But they're not good feelings."
"Mine aren't either." You said right before you started to brush your teeth.
"It's kinda hard to believe that we used to be best friends." (R/N) said. "We're so different from each other."
You spit and replied, "We're different in the sense that I'm not psycho and you are."
"Aw, you think I'm psycho?" She asked. "I'm flattered. I think that's the nicest thing that anyone has ever said to me. Thank you so much for your kind words (Y/N)."
"Why don't you give me a compliment?" You slated after you spat again. "I'd like to hear you be nice for once."
"Okay." She said. "You're really good at being a horrible mother."
You almost choked on your toothpaste. You coughed and managed to spit it out. You took a drink of water and cleaned your toothbrush and put it back in its place.
"What do you say to me?" You asked while you were still experiencing a coughing fit.
"I said that you were really good at being a horrible mother." (R/N) said. "You let the poor baby's father die. What's the baby going to be like growing up without a father?"
"What are you trying to say?" You asked bitterly.
"I'm trying to say that maybe you need to find a man to pose as the baby's father." She said.
"I'm hurting right now." You said. "Besides, Mark's death wasn't my fault. It was cancer's."
"You do know that some people have actually found the cure to cancer right?" She asked. "The government's just keeping it from us."
"Why would they do that?" You asked as you began to wash your face. "It would save so many lives."
"The human population is growing much too rapidly at the moment." (R/N) said. "If it continues to grow the way that it does right now, then humans will outnumber the amount of resources that we have. And then we'll experience worldwide starvation."
"I guess that's a good reason to withhold the cure." You said. "I really don't want that to happen."
"He did not die in vain." (R/N) said. "He left you pieces of him. He left you your ring, your necklace, and he even helped create a kid. He's always with you, not matter where you go."
You smiled at that thought as you washed the soap off of your face. You frowned once you realized that (R/N) was actually being nice to you.
"Why are you being nice to me?" You asked suspiciously as you wiped your face on a towel.
"What? Are you asking me to be mean to you?" She asked. "Because I can totally do that if you want me to."
"No. I'm not asking you to be mean to me." You said as you turned off the bathroom light and headed back to your bedroom. "I simply asked you why you were being nice to me."
"Well, I kinda wished that Jet gave me a piece of him." She said. "That would have been nice."
"He might have." You said. "But no, you had to go and kill him."
"I feel really bad about that." She said as you put the covers over yourself and reached over to turn off the lamp. Before laying down on the pillow, you lifted it up and found your sleep mask.
"You should." You said as you put the sleep mask on. "He died for no reason. He was finally starting to turn around and quite possibly had a long life ahead of him and you had to go and ruin it. The same goes for everyone else that you and Professor Anderson killed."
"Could you not guilt trip me?" She asked. "They did that enough in prison."
"I will guilt trip all I want." You said as you closed your eyes and yawned. "Maybe that will eventually get you to leave me alone."
"It's going to take a lot more than that to get me to leave you alone." She said, her voice becoming faint as you entered the dream world.

Darkness clouded your vision. You saw a man that looked a lot like Mark but he wasn't quite Mark. In fact, he wasn't Mark at all. He was a former short-term enemy of yours, Darkiplier.
"Hello (Y/N)." He said, walking over to you. He looked just like a demon. He had red eyes and an evil grin. He had an evil aura to him that you could just feel and his smile set you back a bit. "It's nice to see you again. How have you been doing?"
"How have I been doing?" You snapped. "Don't ask me that. You know exactly what's happened."
"Actually, no, I haven't." He said. "Ever since you killed me, I've been stuck in Hell. I had to make quite the journey to get out of there but I did it. And I'm just an old friend trying to ask another old friend what she's been up to."
"We aren't friends." You said. "We are anything but friends."
"Can we be boyfriend and girlfriend then?" He asked.
You shook your head and slapped him. He put a hand where you slapped him and just stared at you.
"You said that we're anything but friends." He pointed out. "And being boyfriend and girlfriend is different from being friends."
"You are literally the biggest asshole that I have ever met in my entire life." You said.
"I take pride in that." He said.
"Can I introduce you to one of my friends?" You asked. "I think that the two of you would get along very well."
"Are you talking about (R/N)?" He asked.
"How did you know?" You asked.
"I know a lot of things (Y/N)." He said. "More than you think I know."
Just then, he leaned towards you and tried to kiss you. You ducked out of the way and gave him a hard kick to the balls.
"Shit!" He cried, falling over onto the ground in pain. "Holy shit that hurt."
"That's what you get for trying to kiss me you piece of shit." You said.
You crossed your arms and smiled, feeling very proud of yourself.
That's when you felt arms wrap around your waist. You turned around and saw that no one was there.
"Why does this keep happening?" You asked yourself.