The Green Irish Man.

Why.... Just Why

A/N: This story is about Dark and Anti, So hope you enjoy and don't be afraid to message me or leave a comment about anything I do wrong. So thanks and bye!!!!!

I will possibly change the title of this story.

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"Anti!! Get your ass back here!!" Dark yelled at Anti, Darkiplier looks around Mark house where, Mark, Jack, Wade and the other were before they left. "Anti! This is isn't time to play games... we know they are up to something... It might lead to us dying Anti.... Don't you care at all?!?" Dark crossed his arm as he heard Anti laugh, Anti pops out from behind the fridge and continues to laugh. "Why are you so angry, you need to calm down.... They are not going to get rid of us, they don't even know how. So we are fine" Anti says as he picks up an apple and eats it. "They might tho!! And that the problem, we need to have a plan!!" Dark yells as be rubs his chin, he looks at Anti who was still eating an apple, he sighs and walks over to the couch to sit down. "Buddy, you don't have to worry, we will be fine. Just trust me on this one." Anti smiles and bites into the apple, but Anti didn't know, how wrong he was. After a couple of days, Mark found a way to get rid of Dark once and for all, nothing remains of him.

 Couple of years later.

"What did I do... I did this, he was right. He was always right" Anti sits only curled up in a corner and looks at the floor. "Why did this have to happen, why... Everything was perfect, why did it have to change?" His breathing becomes heavy and he starts to black out. "No, No, No.... He here, he just hiding... He only hiding." Anti laughs like a psychopath would, he smiles and stands up. "Dark... Where are you??? I want to PLAY! Don't you too? It will be fun Dark.... Don't hide for me" His laughter become deeper and creepier, his smile becomes more disturbing as he walks around the rooms 'looking' for Dark, walks to mark room and looks in all the places Dark can hide. At this point, Anti face isn't even recognizable, it's just a dark and empty face. "Dark! Where are you!?! I know your here somewhere... You are not gone... Your just... Not, You can't hide forever... No one can... Not even you, Dark!" He starts to slow down as he loses the smile "N-No, y-y-you are just gone... I remember it... I could have helped you but I chose not to, is it my fault? Yes, but should I really care, After all....

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A/N: I don't know what the fuck happened, I'm going to bash my head into a wall and scream "Why" Because what the fuck did I just make, I could have made a better story but I kinda forgot what was the story was going to be about because I had another one in my head then I forgot what I was fucking writing, so this fucking happened!! I hate myself so fucking much but fuck it. I hope you enjoyed that shit, I'll make a better one story later, bye.