Demonside: Dark Beginnings [COMPLETED]

Progression

It's time.

For about a month now, Mark had been planning a huge project for his YouTube channel. It was a "choose your own adventure" of sorts, with video after video in certain sequences. Of course, Dark knew all about this.

He had plans of his own now.

In the time between his meeting with Anti and the present, Dark had surveyed the green demon's progression with a critical eye. He had watched as Anti had gained power, and, in the end, had almost lost everything. Like me.

But that's a different story...

It's my turn now.

Mark was currently filming the horror play scene. "Good idea," he started. "I've never actually seen this play before. I don't even know who made it, so, could be a fun adventure!"

Yes, it could be, Dark thought smugly. Oh Mark, you have no idea what's in store for you.

Mark opened a door and stepped inside a theater hall. Slowly walking backwards and facing the camera, he made his way over to some seats, babbling all the while. Sitting down, he offered some popcorn to the camera. "Oh it's starting!" he suddenly yelled. The camera turned sharply towards the stage, then looked back at Mark.

He was nowhere to be seen. 

Facing the stage once more, the scene began to twist. It zoomed out, farther and farther. Images of the stage reappeared over again, like a kaleidoscope. A piercing, screaming noise grew louder and louder and louder-

Then everything stopped...

Or so it seemed.

"Did you miss me?" Dark asked, leaning towards the camera and smiling. "I missed you... very much..." He drew out the words, almost hissing.

"I've been waiting a long time to see you again," Dark continued, letting his voice drop pitches as he spoke.

He stood up straight, anger flashing through his mind. "I've been pushed aside... replaced... mocked."

Looking away now, Dark began telling his story. "And then, he had the gall to not invite me to his little adventure with you... no more... never again..."

"It's bEen tOo loNG..."

"I've been waiting patiently; he promised he would let me in again." Dark let out the frustration and anger pent up inside of him for years. His eyes burned with emotion, and he felt his power rise within him. "I'm tired of giving people a choice," Dark continued, emphasizing his words by tugging on his suit. He sighed, and calmed his thoughts. "But I suppose I can give give you one last option. Take your pick, anything out of four different choices, more than he could've given you," Dark proposed, clasping his hands behind his back and leaning forward, "and let's see how far down this rabbit hole really goes. So take your pick... show me what you've got... And maybe... we'll have a good date after all..."

Suddenly Dark felt himself being pulled aside. Turing, he found himself face to face with Mark. "What are you doing?" Mark almost yelled at him.

Dark smiled. "Isn't it obvious? I'm helping you!"

"H-helping me?" Mark seemed taken aback.