We're All a Little Crazy

Exorcist

        "W-what?"
"I'm surprised you've managed to keep it at bay for so long. Usually dæmons overpower their hosts within a few days." Anti tilted his head. "How are you doing it? Can I watch?"
"Uhhh..."
W̦͈̭̹͠hý̰̮̮̬̜̙̬ n͍̳̯͚̙͝o̰̤̬͈͞ͅͅt?̗̝̘̜̻̳ͅ ̯̻͔̳̘̞͠F̥͓̣̘̖͇u҉n̬̳͍͠ ҉͈͇̗f̩͕̼̜o̷̗̯r̖̳̳͉͚̳̱͢ ̶͎̤t̪̦h̢̝̼̺͓̹e̮̺ ̲̼̖w̷̞̫̙̟̥h̻͖̙o̞͔̭̗̞͕̣͢l̵̺̥̬e͕̳̬ ̲͍̗̟̖̝̀f̝͠am̳i҉l̷̞͕̮̦̲̩y̭̰͖!͎͉̥̬̟̟
"Oh shit. I need to go." "I'm coming too!" Anti scrambled up and followed Mark as he stumbled towards the restroom, leaving Jack alone in the room.

Įt҉'̛̻̞̳͍̼̱͚ș̮̲̥ ͟s̤̮͡ͅo͙͔̹̩o̗͓̳͇o̬͙ ̧̼̠͖̪g̱͎o̢͖͙o͉̪̻d͔̼̺̺̬̻ ̤͟t̳͡o̦̺͓͍͓̬ ͉̪͉̪̕b̙̥̫̻͍̫͇ȩ̠̟͇ ̮͍̣̱̖b̵͔a̝̰͖͇c͈k̵̠̮͚̤̰.̤
"Go away" Mark groaned, glancing at Anti, who somehow could hear Dark as well.
Gí͓̠̫̣̝̬̮v̦̖̫̪͙̭e̪̱̬̹̘̹̤ ̗̳͖̰̳͚̣m͓̥̗̝̝̝ḛ̛̬̬̬͍̘̝ ͖͕̦̳̫̲ͅo̴n͈̗̼̙ḙ̸̻̺̺ ͍̝̥̩͍g͘o̻̱͞o͚͍͇̠̳̗͢d̞͉̝͍̙͉ͅ ̜̪̣͍͎̪͘ͅr̠̠̥̪͠e͓a̸͍͕̖̥̩s͝ơ̯̯͍̜̻̭͎n͎̝̱̗̺̬ ̠̣͖͔w͇̩͖̹͟h̷̘̙y̺͈̣̭ ͘I̴͎̤̪͚͚̠ ̷̘ș̺̖̲̭̦̩h̤͝ơ͚̙͇̤u̙̻̰l̮̺͈͈̗̲ͅd̷̠̩͓.​​​​​​​
"I-"
T͇̰̠͓i͈m͕̹e̦̲̠̙̘͎'͠s̙̦̕ ҉̞̦̼ṷ̸̺͈̤̹p̴̜̩!͔̼̱̖̠ ̵R͠e̙͚̻̦̬̗͙a͍͉̺̤̼d̤͇̱̩̣͙͍y̜ͅ ̢̙͈o͖̰̼r̰͈̖̝͈ ̝̳n̯̯̯̱̝̠̜o̸̟̗̙̤̲͖͖t̪̯̗̺̜̣̤̀,̭̖̬̮ͅ ̫̱̙͈̦̝͢ḩ͓e͘r̤̼̝̞̺̳e͇̬͈̥̰̪̭ ̥I̜̥̱̖̮ ̡̟͎̳̻͍͈c̩̼͉̱o͕͇̼m̥͕̺̞̜͢e̗̲̼̘͖̹̭!̘͍̲͚̠̱̮͠​​​​​​​
Dark sent a wave of nausea over Mark. He fell to his knees, but Anti caught him. Mark looked up at Jack's demon, who smiled back at him.
You can do it Mark! I believe in you! Anti was giving him strength. He slowly rose to his feet, Anti stabilizing him.
O̶͚͎̰̱͕͚̣h̢ ͎͔̳͕̱̫ͅl̡̗̹o̙͍̻͉͟ok,͎̮͉͖̙̥ ̵͓̰̘͍̗̥Ṃ̜͖̠͉̝̫a̢͇r̡̖̠̲̜k̲̕i̘̲̪̙̫͕̫m̻̲̩̗͎͚̮o̵̤o̤̱̬͉̺͙̖̕ ̗̰̩͍̱͈͕f̗̞͖̘o͙̲͈̺̥u̧̹̖n̶͎ḑ̝̺̘̤ a̪̰̻͢ ͕͇͇ͅg҉͍̖̟͚i̮̘̟̤r͝l̞͍̯̪͝f͏̯r̢̼i̟͇̹̜͈͇͚e̦͈̟nͅd̙̩ ̲̜̹͚͉͈t͜o̙̙̻̣͙̕ ͙s̥͈̀a͜ve̠̦͉̥͖͓̮ ̣͖h͇͙̗̞̣̦i̩̫m​​​​​​​ Dark taunted.
Leave him alone Anti retorted.
Y̵̪͈'̩ ͖͝k̼͔͎̫̕n̙̦̖̳̫͓͝o̙͎̬̹͍w͟ ̠͎̰̭͙̞w͉̰̰̜̥͎ha̸t̢̰̫̟?̦͙͘ ҉̰̤̱͎͓I̗͙͇̩͞ ̺̲̳̫d̛͕̼̤̤o̳̻̟̹͙̫n̴'̤̖̻̟͙̟̺͜t͎̜̘̗̲̞̲͢ ̼͢u͕̞̳͖͡s̷̭͙͍̳̫u̪͘a͎̭͖̳l̩͞l͍̭̯̣͙y̛̰̺̘ ͕̦d̗͞ͅo̝̩͇̠̗̦ ̨̜̹̩̬t̬̘̮̮̭̥h͚͞i̵̗ş͙̺͈̫,̝̣ ̹̦͈̫́b̝̯͍̗̬̹͖u̼̰͖͕̮̙t̜̠̳̝ ̰̳̲͓j̙̫͈̮̬͜u͏̦͈͔s͉͈t̞̫͈̻͜ ̲̝̮͍f̳̻̪̻͝o̠̗̗͢r̜̦ ̩́ỳ̩̠o̮̬͇̰̣͠u͓̺̩̙ͅͅ,̱̞̲̰͎̘ ̳I'̨͈̲̩̠̘̰̜m̤̦̮̩͙̼ ̹̜͕͢g̼̖o̶n͙̲̲̮̝̮̖͘n̤̯͟a͔̥̺̟͔̙ͅ ͏̟͙̪̰ͅp̹̭̝͍̯̻u͓t̞͉͖̯̰̻͞ ͉̥̪͕̺óͅn̢̜͍̬͚̮ ̸̬̬͚̖a͈̝͔͉̭̺ ͏̝l͔̮͇̞̠i̡̘̼̠͖t̢̲̘̮̹̼ṭ̖̝͕͈͕l̙̪̫̳̲e҉̻̩̠̩̻̤ ͇̼͇̘̰͚s̗͎h̭ò̭͍̣̙w.̹̤̪̜​​​​​​​ Mark yelped as he suddenly lost feeling in his legs, Anti catching him again. You ass.
Ơ͍͙͕̫̺̳̫h̡̙͍̫̝̤͔,͔ ͖̰my̨̺̟ ͍b̮̗̻̮̝͎͚a͠d̢̤̳̼͕̼͕.̴͇̪͉͇̝͚ ̫͇Ḩ̰̩̮̮͇̖a̻v̥͚̥̺e͇̥̞̹͖̕ ̨͕̻y̥͙̼ơ͈u̼̪͍ ̯a̱̠l̴͉̳̱̻̞̗r̰̞͕e͎͚a͇̹͉͕̫̖ḑ̺̟̳͖y̙̤̯̘͔͟ ̘̬̠̺̣̥̀s̥͇̦̩e͓̝̰ͅe̝̲͟n̨̗̯̰̖ ̡t̯̟̝̺h̬̳͚͖̘a҉̰̪͕̖̩t̡̞͉̼̗̗̙ ̴̼͇̫͇͚o͎̙͍n̡̖̣e̶͓̬?̷̠̫͔ ̥̪̤͕H͇̤̻̱̞o̪̳̟͟w̶̹͔ ̟̣̣͍͈̪̫͘a͕̹̘͙b͎̫̟͖o̢͍͉͍ut̷̳̪̮͚̞̘̲.̫.̫̙.̘̲̭͉ ̭͇̜̙͇̫̼͟t͠h̫͞i̯̺̥̖̲̮s͏̹͈̲̯͔?̪͢ͅ​​​​​​​ A high-pitched noise echoed in Mark's head, deafening him. Holding his hands over his ears, he looked back at Anti, also being affected by the sound.
Mark. It sounded like a whisper over the screaming. What do you need? Mark took his hand off his ear and pointed at the drawer, and immediately the noise got worse. Mark quickly replaced his hand, but Anti had no such luxury, both of his arms occupied holding up Mark. Anti cut off his connection the Mark, blinking repeatedly as he regained his hearing. The noise slowly faded, and all Anti could say was "Whoa."
Anti dragged Mark over to the drawer and got out a syringe, switchblade, gauze, and a spray bottle. Anti inserted the needle into Mark's arm and pushed down on the plunger. Mark slumped down and whimpered in pain. "Mark?" Mark squeezed open an eye and mimed cutting himself. Anti grabbed the switchblade and dragged it down Mark's arm. A black, syrupy substance oozed out of the gash. It was blacker than anything, save darkness itself. Anti wondered again how Mark had managed to survive all these years. He knew what came next, and he didn't like it. He carefully lifted the spray bottle, pointed it at the ooze, and pulled the trigger. Mark screamed in pain, and Anti winced. He reconnected to Mark's conscience and sent as much energy as he could to Mark.

Mark held out his arm and the ooze dripped into a bucket. It was almost completely full of the stuff. He leaned back against the wall. "Mark?" He looked up at Anti. "Is he gone?"
"Yup." Mark rubbed his head. "He's never done that stuff before though."
Anti whistled softly. "That was amazing--what you did, I mean. You figured that out all by yourself?" In the middle of his sentence, Anti felt his stomach turn, that same feeling he'd gotten so many times before. But what 'bad thing' could happen right now?
Mark blushed. "Sorta, I Googled some stuff an-"
There it was again, but worse this time. Whatever Mark was saying, he couldn't hear; his body was literally screaming at him to get out.
"Uh, Mark? I'm thinking maybe we should go..."