"Great, this place again." Mark sighed, looking up at the rundown hospital looming in front of him and the rest of the group like a haunted house.

"If ve are fast enough, Doctor Iplier may have not turned yet." Schneep interjected impatiently, striding towards the entrance before Jack grabbed onto the German's shoulder to stop the ego in his tracks.

"We can't just storm in there without a plan-"

"I'm tired of seeing all of mein friends become something zhat zhey are not! Admittedly, I hated Anti before, but now...now I just vant him and everyone else back to normal." Schneep interrupted, his voice growing softer.

"We'll fix all of this, but first we need some kind of plan so no one else gets hurt." Mark assured Schneep, the German nodding reluctantly as Jack let go of his shoulder.

"Hey Google, you got any ideas in that head of yours?" Wilford questioned the ego, earning a glare from the bodiless android.

"There is a twenty-two percent success rate if Marvin teleports us inside so we can use the element of surprise." Google stated, Mark frowning in response.

"Twenty-two percent? I don't like those odds much." Cameraman Jim remarked grimly, exchanging a look with his twin.

"Marvin, you can heal injuries, correct?" Dark chimed in, gesturing to his leg that was still bent at a crooked angle.

"Right, yeah." Marvin muttered absent mindlessly, holding his hand over Dark's injury leg as his hands glowed a pale green.

"Thank you." Dark nodded in appreciation, gingerly stretching his leg out while Marvin shakily rested his head in his hands.

Jameson shot the magician a worried look before looking at Jack, his eyes betraying his concern for his counterpart.

"Marvin? You good man?" Jack questioned warily, the magician drowsily shaking his head before looking at Jack with a faint smile.

"I'm fine, I'm just tired." Marvin assured the Irishman, Jack warily eyeing the magician before he returned his focus to the task at hand.

"The Host would like to go in and save Doctor Iplier as well as the others." The Host spoke up, shifting from foot to foot.

"Right right, sorry." Marvin replied, creating a portal in front of the group before stepping through.

"Jack, I'm worried about Marvin." Mark admitted as the rest of the group followed Marvin through, the YouTubers watching them disappear.

"I know, I'll be keeping an eye on him." Jack promised, nudging Mark in ahead of him before following the dark haired gamer through.

The group arrived inside the dimly lit waiting room, the sound of zombie groans audible in the distance as the portal closed.

"Marvin, you sure that you bring here is a good idea?" Jack asked Marvin, watching the magician sit on the floor and rest against the wall with his eyes closed.

"Fatigue is a normal side effect after recovering from any kind of illness, he is fine." Schneep interjected, Marvin's head slumping to rest on his shoulder as he slipped into unconsciousness.

"Someone either wake Marvin up or carry him, we can't leave him out here." Dark sighed, Schneep wordlessly slinging Marvin's arm around his shoulder so the German could keep Marvin standing.

"Now, if we're ready to go...." Dark trailed off as he cracked his neck, his red and blue aura flickering brighter than ever.

"I have a plan."

"I'm not a fan of Dark's plans!"

"Oh, like yours are any better Wilford!"

"Shut zhe fuck up Mark, I am trying to vork!"

Dark bated the zombies far from Schneep so he could create the cure, Wilford fiddling with his gun.

"The Host is eager to go home and leave this hell behind." The Host admitted, Jameson nodding in agreement.

"Jim, this is breaking news here!" Reporter Jim whispered excitedly, gesturing to Schneep as the doctor sat hunched over a desk with various pieces of crumpled up papers strewn around.

"The only thing that's breaking around here is the silence since neither of you will shut up." Marvin huffed in irritation as he mixed a variety of chemicals together, flinching as a cloud of smoke exploded out of the beaker he was experimenting with.

Schneep grumbled something under his breath in German as his shoulders tensed up, his forehead beaded with sweat as he scribbled more notes down.

"The cure better be almost ready!" Dark snapped as he ran past the door, the zombie egos not far behind.

"And...yes!" Schneep exclaimed in relief as he took the beaker from Marvin, adding a careful amount of antiseptic to the mix to finish the cure.

"Okay, so now we just go out and try to not get bitten." Jack muttered as he opened the door, taking a deep breath.

"TOP OF THE MORNING!" Jack shouted at the top of his lungs down the hall, catching the attention of the zombies chasing after Dark.

"Everyone take a syringe, pick someone to cure, and for God's sake don't get infected." Mark instructed sternly, gesturing at the syringes filled with the serum that Schneep made for the group.

"Here." Mark handed a syringe to Dark as he came running back, his aura fading slightly as the dark ego searched the group.

"I'll take care of Anti. I know how he fights, I can handle him." Dark volunteered, Wilford opening his mouth to remark before the dark ego shot him a look to silence his counterpart.

"I'll take care of the super hero fellow with Jameson." Wilford chimed in, patting Jameson on the back.

"We'll take care of Chase." Reporter Jim offered, Cameraman Jim nodding in agreement.

"I vill help mein friend Doctor Iplier." Schneep stated, spotting the doctor in the back of the group with blood staining his shirt and neck.

"Ready?" Mark prompted the group, earning steely looks of determination as everyone in the group located their target.

"PMA! PMA!" Jack chanted as he darted out of the room, Mark rolling his eyes as he ran out after the Irishman.