The Lies An Actor Can Bring To Life

Chapter Five- A Rude Awakening

It took about two hours for Dark to scrub off the crayon on the walls, and that includes the few minutes of him staring at a few of Robbie's adorable drawings. Some were drawings from other cartoons, some were drawings of food, and others were drawings of other Egos; Mostly Bing and Henrik. Speaking of the German doctor, Dark couldn't get him off of his mind. He acted strangely, and his timing was questionable. Dark sat there, petting Dark Chica on the couch as he thought. It wasn't until eight o'clock came around for Dark to get up and go to his room, allowing Dark Chica to follow.

Dark sighed as he entered his dim and mostly empty room. Today was strange, unlike the usual strange that Dark got used to experiencing. In a way, he missed all the chaos the Ipliers brought. He missed Yandere coming to him for advice; he missed The Host's calming narrations, he missed the Jims running around, yelling about some ghost or monster that was very likely to be fake. He missed it all. But it will all be better tomorrow. Eric, Derek, and Randal would attempt to make commercials, Captain Magnum would soon tell stories about his high sea adventures, Chef Iplier would start cooking again. Everything will go back to normal.

Dark sat back down at his desk, needing to finish the paperwork he had. Dark Chica curled up beside him and rested on the floor as her owner worked. Dark never realized how much he hated silence. He was so used to hearing the other Ipliers outside his door that he forgot all about the sound of silence. Dark sighed and turned on his computer, putting on a random Markiplier video. He needed to practice impersonating Mark anyway.

Halfway through his work, he looked up at the screen to watch Mark and Jack playing some videogame. He couldn't help but smirk at the two idiotic YouTubers. The video soon ended and switched over to one of Jack's videos; more specifically, "The Jacksepticeye Power Hour - Dr. Schneeplestein." Dark groaned. He got rid of the thought of Henrik already, and now he's watching his power hour video? Really?

"Hello, und velcome. Velcome pack to zee Chackzebdiceye Bover Hour. I am your host for totay, Dr. Schneeblesdein. Velcome to mein E.R," Dark heard the doctor greet. Dark groaned. Henrik's thick German accent was giving him a headache. But before Dark could switch to a different video, he remembered something. Henrik's accent wasn't that thick earlier when he was at the Iplier house. Dark paused and quickly tapped into the security cameras he had around the house and checked when Henrik was supposed to give the Ipliers health checks.

The cameras showed Henrik walking into the Ipliers' rooms and walking out a few seconds later. Dark switched to the cameras in the Ipliers' rooms, but he found that the cameras were dead. He then switched to Eric's camera to see when Henrik was there earlier. Dark let the doctor talk before pausing the camera and listening to Henrik's video. His accent was different. Henrik's accent was lighter in the camera video than on his power hour video. Why did his accent change? What was going on?!

Dark Chica's echoing bark snapped Dark back to reality. Dark paused both videos and rubbed his head.

"I'm losing my mind, Chica. Henrik's accent is different, and he has inhuman speed. I don't know why or when, but he does. Do you think I'm going crazy? Do you think I'm going mad, Chica-bica?" Dark cooed, causing the large puppy to bark and happily rub her head against Dark's hand. Dark couldn't help but smile at his dog, finally deciding he needed rest.

"Yeah, You're right. I just need to sleep, don't I?" Dark cooed again. Dark Chica walked over to the dim corner of Dark's room and hopped up, a small bed forming from the darkness below her, giving her a place to land. Dark turned off his computer, took off his suit jacket, leaving everything else on, and sat in bed, almost having no room to sit because of Chica's large, fluffy body. Dark leaned against Dark Chica's fuzzy side, making them both comfortable. It wasn't long before they both fell asleep.

Although, it didn't last long.

Dark was woken up, early in the morning; so early that the sun hasn't risen yet. Dark groaned, wondering what could've woken him up. In a way, he almost hoped it was one of the other Ipliers. Maybe Henrik's weird medicine worked, and they were all better. However, that wasn't the case. The house filled with muffled, echoing sounds that somehow spread around the house. Dark sat up, hoping not to wake his dog, and got out of bed, forgetting to put on his suit jacket. He left his room, hearing the muffled sounds grow louder. Maybe the Jims were right about a ghost?

Dark walked around the house, feeling like he was exploring it for the first time. He wanted to go back to sleep, but he couldn't unless he finds whatever was making that noise. Dark continued to walk around, staying away from the sleeping Ipliers' rooms so they can continue to sleep.

The sounds continue to echo throughout the house, more and more until another sound followed. The sound of something pounding on the walls. Was someone awake? Maybe it was Wilford shooting the walls for target practice or the Host bumping onto the walls. The sounds continued, leading Dark to the cellar. It wasn't abnormal to hear noises in the basement; Silver Shepherd used this as his training room when Yandere wasn't using it as a torture room.

As Dark continued down the stairs to the basement, he seemed to recognize the muffled sound. Was that another language? He reached the bottom stair and looked around; his eyes widened in shock as he saw the last thing he thought he would.

There on the floor, tied up, was Henrik Von Schneeplestein, slamming his head into the wall to get someone's attention and screaming in angry German, muffled by a gag. Dark rushed over and pulled the fabric out of the good doctor's mouth, allowing him to shriek.

"NEIN! NEIN! Don't trust him! Fake Doctah! Fake Doctah!"