(OKAY SO I JUST FOUND OUT THAT JACK IS 5'10 AND MARK AND JACK ARE THE SAME HEIGHT SO FUCK EVERYTHING I SAY AND I'M GOING TO USE MARK'S DARK OKAY SO JUST IGNORE THE PARTS WERE IT SAYS RED HAIR OKAY? OKAY)
Dark's pov
I stare down at the litte white pill in my hand that Anti had given me earlier. The memory of what he told me about it flashing in my head,
"A pill?"
"Ye."
"I told you I don't do your 'special' drugs anymore, remember last time?"
"This isn't that! It's a special pill! It can do something very special to anyone who takes it."
"...What do I do with this?"
"Give it t' Mark."
"Why?"
"Trust me, you'll thank me later."
That bastard still hasn't told me what it's for or does. Nevertheless, my curiosity was strong and I wanted to test it.
Mark was upstairs, recording a video or something, so I took the time set up. I made him Chicken n Dumplings for dinner and secretly snuck the pill inside on on his plate. Hopefully, he'll be so hungry he won't realize that theres a pill.
I heard light thuds coming from the stairs. Well, here go's nothing. I grab the two plates, Mark's in my left. I walk out of the kitchen, seeing Mark at the bottom of the staircase. "Oh, hi Dark. What this?" He asked, scanning the plates. "I made dinner." I said.
"Aw, thank you!" Mark cooed. "It's even chicken n dumplings!" I chuckle at his excitement and motion him to sit on the couch so we could eat. Mark obeyed and followed me to the couch. I set the food down on the coffee table and both of us plop down.
I set the plate in my left hand in front of Mark. His stomach growled loudly, causing him to blush. "Heh, I geuss skipping lunch wasn't a good idea." He chuckles. I smile and take a bite out of my own food. Mark picked up one of his dumplings, chomping.
I watched, anxiousness flowing through me. I observed him, eyeing as he chewed and swallowed. Mark looked over at me, a questioning look on his face. "Something wrong?" He asks. I shake my head, both answering and clearing my head, going back to eating my own fresh chicken and dumplings.
Mark shrugged and happily continued to eat, as he was quite hungry.
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2 hours, 2 hours and Mark hasn't acted any different. I'm starting to think that demon cunt pulled one on me. "I'm back!" Mark says, hopping next to me. We decided to relax and watch movies.
We were watching one called 'Handplates', one I picked. It's about two brothers and a little child, the child notices that the brothers always hide thier right hands, one dose it with gloves and another just hides it in thier hoodie pocket, he's lazier then the other.
The child notices this and while the two were sleeping, the child looked at both the hands and they found handplates screwed into thier hands. The next day the child asks the two brother's what the handplates were for and where they came from, and the rest is the story.
