Mark's pov
I was just getting a glass of water when...
Boom
Thud...
"Oh shit"
"Markkkkkkkkk!"
I had barely even started my day and it's already chaotic. I rub my eyes trying to rid myself of sleep before storming upstairs shouting, "what is it!" I bang open the door and there laid Anti.
ANTI!
In front of me. And he was stabbed.
TWICE!
And he had passed out.
BLEEDING on my carpet.
After overcoming the shock I ran to get the supplies that Dark said so fast that I could barely keep up. After all the supplies had been given to him I melted onto the chair next to him. Who knew Dark could do medical stuff? And who knew that running around the same room finding things could be such a work out. After about an hour of Dark supposedly healing him, I heard the curtains open and saw Dark come out looking exhausted. There were dark circles ( no pun intended ) underneath his droopy eyes. Fatigue was finally catching up to him as he mumbled that he would go to his room for a while. Dragging his feet behind him he walked to the door and disappeared from my view.
I felt less tired and more hungry so I exited the room to get some breakfast.
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Everyone lies
FanfictionAnti is a villain "wait what..." Who is know for wrecking havoc among "not true..." He can't be trusted, he's a monster ...
