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Chapter 3 - Pale

Mark POV

   I looked at my shirt. At the stomach, it was grey and had lost color.

   "My...skin...does it..." I attempted to say.

   "No. The color effects usually apply to clothes." Dark answered my question.

   I looked over at Jack, who was smiling.

   "Your okay Mark!" Jack cried.

   He hugged me.

   I blushed lightly. I usually hug Tiny Box Tim, not Tiny Box Jack.

   It's still cute either way.

   Dark smiled too. It was more of a smirk, like he was planning to do something sinister and evil.

   I couldn't stop myself from shivering.

   "Mark?" Jack asked. He let go of me. "Are you ok?"

   I watched Dark grin.

   I tried to ask him what was going on but I couldn't talk.

   "I said, usually." Dark recalled. I looked at my skin which was turning grey.

   I felt colder as this grey seemed to crawl up my arms and swallow all the peach color.

   I went limp and fell off the couch. I could see and hear, but I couldn't move.

   I could only blink when it came to moving.

   I felt a tear leave my eye and roll down my cheek.

   "Mark!" Jack cried. "No! Mark! Listen! He did something to you! Mark!"

   I could only lay still and cry. My body wouldn't move.

   Dark and the others watched and then left.

Jack POV

   I watched Mark grow a little more paler.

   When Dark had healed Mark he must of done something.

   I watched a tear roll down Mark's cheek. I was shocked.

   "Mark...no..." I cried. "Just...try to sleep. You might feel better when you wake up..."

   I saw Mark struggle to keep his eyes closed, but eventually he kept them shut.

   I sat on the couch and cried.

   I hate Dark. I want him to die. He can bring Wilford along too. And Glitch and Google.

   Mark layed still on the couch.

   He lay there lifeless. His skin was pale. His shirt had a grey patch on it.

   "Mark..." I whispered.

   I sat down next to him and sat cross-legged. Everyone in this house is evil.

   Anti. He hasn't done anything yet.

   If he does do something, I know I'll be included.

   I am scared.

   I only want to be happy, having a sleepover with Mark and no demons, yelling "MOM" louder than ten billion sun's.

   An hour later, Mark opened his eyes.

    "I...can talk..." Mark croaked. He sat up and put himself against the couch.

   "Mark. Be easy on yourself." I said.

Mark nodded and groaned.

   "Your still pale," I stated, "I'll go talk with Dark."

   "Jack...don't get hurt..." Mark tried to say. I smiled and nodded.

   I went to the room Dark and the others were at. I quietly snuck in and hid.

   Google noticed me though.

   "INTRUDER!" He screeched. Dark looked at me.

   "W-Why did you hurt Mark?!" I cried.

   "It's negative energy! What do you think?" Dark said.

   He was right. That kind of energy could do anything. But he smirked when Mark fell limp.

   "You did that to him on purpose!" I yelled.

   "Well, maybe I did." Dark replied. I left the room.

   "Remember Jack, behave." I heard Anti say.

   I walked back to Mark.

   He was awake, staring into outer space.

   "Mark? Mark? Maaaaaark?" I questioned. He looked at me and smiled.

   "How did it go?" Mark asked.

   "Anti threatened me. Other than that, I am fine." I said.

   Mark smiled again then he looked on his TV stand.

   He pointed at something on it.

   It was a Tiny Box Tim plush.

   "Can you get my little biscuit?" Mark asked me. I nodded.

   I brought him the plushie and he grabbed it from me gently.

   He cuddled with it and fell asleep.

   Cute, I thought.