"Another case? Again?"

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It was black. Everything. Anything. It was like an alternates skin, but less darker, and for sure a lot less jelly like. You can't really tell what an alternates skin will feel like, because it depends. With N, it's like I explained. Intruder doesn't really have any, it doesn't really have a constant skin feeling. Alt!Cesar.. who knows. I wouldn't be able to tell, he's a form of someone's best friend. And as far as I know, maybe a sort of regular skin mixed with N's skin.

But back to the point, everything was pitch black for Mark. Not being able to see is an awful disadvantage, but he could still hear.

"Have you woken up yet?" Cesar chuckled a tiny bit, and Mark moved his head to show that he was. He didn't even feel like speaking, he wanted to cry. The memories just flashed back to him, and he didn't even want to be around anyone.

"Good, now.. Oh yes, I'm sorry about your sister. She would have prevented your from being.. mine. Not in a romantic way, be wary. I'd never want to marry someone like you, I mean, I would like to, but.. sigh, nevermind. Hard to explain to someone like you." Cesar stood somewhere far away from Mark, but still in hearing distance.

"Ugh..w-where am I? Cesar?" Mark asked, struggling to get the bag off of his head.

"Mhm?" Cesar replied.

"W-why did you kill my sister, you.. y-you bas-" 

"No swearing, remember? I'm still the same, for your own reference. And because you were always so happy with her, and it seemed as if you wanted to spend more time with her than me."

"But we meet each day?"

"We don't. YOU, have a sister who loves you. What do I have? A mother who often I rarely never see. So don't argue with me here." Cesar bitterly declared, and Mark could hear shuffling coming from Cesar's area.

Mark stayed silent the rest of the time, as he heard sizzling and so much more. He heard Cesar hum a little tune the two of them sang together when they were kids, and he felt even more awful than he already did. He started crying, and Cesar came over.

"Why are you crying? Here, let me take off this bag.." Cesar lifted to bag off of the brunette, and wiped the tears off of Marks cheeks. This obviously didn't make Mark feel any better, considering Cesar was the one who just murdered his younger sister.

Cesar went back over to the kitchen, grabbed some tea for the two of them, and sat down on the  couch beside Mark. "Drink some, it's your favorite." Cesar took a sip, and stared at Mark.

"I-I don't want any.. I'm not t-thirsty.." Mark looked away from Cesar, feeling awful and not even wanting to be right there at the time.

"Please Mark? I know that it'll cheer you up." Cesar smiled a weak smile, and took another sip.

Mark looked back at Cesar, swallowed, and grabbed a cup. The tea seemed fine, and he took a small sip. The tea actually was his favorite, and he took more and more sips.

"You're lucky I felt like sparing you." Cesar said, and set down his cup and laying down on the couch.

"What do you mean?" Mark said as he took one last sip from his little tea cup.

"I would have put something in your tea, but I didn't." Cesar smiled, and both of them heard a little ding coming from somewhere, but very faint.

"Ugh, the foods already done? God, why can't it ever be much more later.." Cesar grumbled as he got up, and went to the sliding door near the kitchen and went outside into the cold fresh air. Mark just stared, he didn't really feel like eating either. Even if the last time he ate was around yesterday, he never really felt hungry until almost a day later.

Cesar came back in, shut the door, and put a plate on the counter. He went back over to Mark, and sat down beside him.

"Are you hungry, by chance?" Cesar asked, as he shook his hair slightly.

"Not really, but why are you even making me food? Why am I even here?" Mark asked, an anger started to form inside him.

"Because silly, I don't want anyone stealing you away from me!" Cesar smiled, and went back over to the kitchen to check on the plate.

"Breakfast is almost ready.." Cesar was very faint from where he was compared to Mark, but still loud enough.

"What's even breakfast?"

"Waffles, maybe. I don't really know, neither of us don't know how to cook and I got this from some breakfast cook book, so we're gonna have to pray it's good." Cesar replied, and sighed. He waited for the 'waffles' to cool down, and brought them to the table where Mark was seated.

"Waffles? These are not waffles." Mark looked down the the somewhat waffled kind of lump on the plate.

"They're a french recipe. Crepe." Cesar replied, taking his and putting them on the other plates he provided for himself and Mark.

"Crepe? Oh, I know what you're talking about." Mark out one on his small plate, and took bites out of them. "Chocolate and raspberry flavored. Not bad." Mark thought, and ate a few more before getting full.

"Thought you weren't hungry." Cesar said, as he took Marks plate and went over to the sink to wash them off.

"Depends on what's being served." Mark chuckled, he hated being happy around someone who was practically a murderer.

"Picky eater, assuming. You've always been picky, you never really enjoyed my cooking, but that's not important." Cesar turned the sink on, and started scrubbing them down with a sponge that should have been destroyed by now, but hanging on by the smallest string.

"I guess so.." Mark sighed, and laid on the couch. He shut his eyes, and moved around so that he was actually in a comfy position. He fell asleep, and Cesar simply smiled. He carried Mark over to the spare bedroom made for him, and shut the lights off.

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