Jack knows there has always been something wrong with him. Even Mark, his best friend says so. So why should he doubt it?
He sets out to see who this dark figure is inside his brain. Then Anti starts talking to Jack, telling him to do his bidding. W...
You know, I really just wanted to curl up. Into a tiny, scrunched up ball. I deserve to be thrown off the tallest cliff; this was bad. Really bad.
Everyone will wonder. His four million... all of them will wonder where David de Nogla went. What happened to him? "Oh, he was killed. Some stupid idiot, possibly jealous. What did you say? His dog said he had green hair? I highly doubt it..." Yeah, because they'll totally say that to themselves.
I had touched the murder weapon. I was the murderer! Actually, no, it was him. The one inside of. The one controlling me.
On that note, I feel a sudden urge. I lean over, right into the sink, and throw my guts up.
No one could ever tell me differently now.
I was in big trouble.
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Mark's PoV
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I woke up to my computer making so much noise. Opening my eyes I saw that Sean, or Jack, was calling me. I smiled just slightly. The little Irishman wanted to tall to me; I'm flattered.
I slide out of bed and click on the answer call button. Jack's face pops up, his blue eyes looking straight at me, his green hair a mess; it was kind of funny to see him unkept. I laughed in spite of myself.
"Don't laugh at me."
His voice came out as a growl, so I stopped. I looked at him again, and almost fell out of my chair. No. No way!
His eyes were now an unusual color of bright green, something to match his hair. Sean just smiles a little.
"I'm coming."
I reach up to hit the end call button.
"For you."
His face disappears, and I'm left alone in the darkness of my room in the darkness of the night.
What happened to Sean?
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Jack's PoV
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He took me over and threatened him! He can't do that, that was my best friend on the computer. So, mad at everything, I know what I want to do. I don't have to, I want to do this.
I dash into the kitchen, feeling him fight back to control. This was going to be a way to make him stop.
I throw open the cabinet, grabbing the champagne bottle. Mark came over on my birthday and got this; said it costs about one hundred dollars.
I tip it back, feeling only a drop before he takes over. The bottle goes down, and he leans it over in the sink. The liquid pours down the drain, while I'm trying to get out of this, my sobs coming out slowly.
Why is this happening?
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Sorry for the wait, everyone. I've been trying at get through stuff, and someone told me that I shouldn't get down because of somebody at stop doing what I love. So here you go!
Sorry about the point of view changes, I just felt they were right.
And it is sort of short....
Question of the Day:What is your favorite ship (if you have one?)? It can be from a video game or anything.
My Answer:Tans (Sans x Toriel from Undertale) and septiplier.
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