A Hell of a Time with Darkiplier

Playing Host

He didn't didn't know what he was.

He was Darkiplier but what did that really mean?

After William's plethora of information, it was hard to keep anything straight, really.

But he knew the first thing that had to be taken care of.

Mark.

He could feel that mission was like a primary objective. Something that had to be taken care of above everything else.

'But how do I find him?'

Darkiplier looked around the manor's foyer. He hadn't moved from the bench since the future William had vanished.

He still had the cane William had left in his hand. It felt right with him.

Confusion was an overwhelming feeling but also. . .

Anger.

'I have to start somewhere. . . . but where?'

Blips of Celine's memories flooded his mind.

THe betrayal of how Mark abandoned her . . . . and how he blamed her so harshly for leaving him how she did.

It wasn't fair.

'It's not fair'

How could he do this?

He was the one that left HER behind!

How DARE he go to such lengths to destroy HER!?

AFTER EVERYTHING HE'S DONE!?

Suddenly, the anger was peaking and Darkiplier found himself standing up, knuckles white from clenching them too hard.

His teeth grit against each other.

His eyes were RED.

'You NEED to destroy him' a voice rang in his head.

It sounded familiar.

So familiar.

Like it was a part of him but . . not?

But it was right.

She was right.

Mark needed to die.

One month later

He was still alone in the mansion. Neither future Wilford nor William returned but Dark assumed they were fine. William would no doubt turn INTO the Warfstache entity he had met just a month ago and there was nothing he could do about it.

Meanwhile, Dark was in Mark's old study. He had completely revamped the room to his own needs, following whatever trail Mark could possibly be leaving behind.

Unfortunately, though, there was nothing.

It was like Mark . .. . or rather. . . Damien's BODY had completely vanished off the face of the earth.

'But how is that possible?'

He knew there were odd things in the world, though. How else could HE exist?

Dark sighed, leaning on the desk, crossing his arms.

He felt like he had been staring at the board for hours.

Then out of nowhere, something scurried around in the house.

'What the. . . that sounded like it came from the kitchen?'