The two sat on the couch, cuddled up in one big snuggle of love.
Mark felt the cool metal of his new engagement ring. A warm smile possesses his lips as the faint memory of Dark proposing to him.
Dark's soft lips met his forehead, a loving smile as he pulled away. Mark giggled, locking eye's with his fiance. The two stared love struck for what felt like hours to them.
"I love you Mark." The demon whispers, leaning close.
"I love you to Dark." The human lulls, grasping the other's defined cheek. The two touch lips, soft smaking sound echoing in the silent house.
They were so happy. Both of them, so so very h̷̼̫̔a̵̧̝͆p̷̱̽͛p̵̠̐y̸̧͍̍̿. It's like n ̷̞̟͊o̴̙͋̀t̴͔̐h̴̨͛̉͜i̵̟̝̍n̵̮̼̽g̷̯͌ͅ can r̸̛̯͊u̷̝̚i̵͎̿̅n̵͋̑͜ this very v̷͎́̕ͅe̵̩͖̋̈r̴̖͚̀͂y̸̦̆͝ so h̷̼̫̔a̵̧̝͆ p̷̱̽͛p̵̠̐y̸̧͍̍̿ moment.
I'd like to c̴̜̬͂̐h̷̥͒̍a̴̗̱̒l̵̙͐̂l̵͓͛͐͜ ȅ̴̯͘n̵̰̽g̷̪̎e̵̢̍͌ that.
How about a change of s̷͈̐̕c̴̠̝͆̚e̷̤͎̎͐n̴̞̻͗ȇ̴̟̱͊r̷̩̋y̸̱̜͗̀ ?
The light's flickered with buzzes, disrupting the two's kisses. The TV glitched with static, a piercing noise injuring thier ear drums.
They cover thier ears, in a useless attempt to block out the screeching sound. "What's happening!?" Mark shouts over the noise. "I don't know!" Dark yells back.
Ooo!! This is f̷̮͚͛͘ u̷̹͐͜ǹ̶̰̓!̵̱̓̋!̶̞͠!̵̟͋
One at a time, the light popped with similar sounds to gun shots, adding to the television's noise. Mark screamed in terror, something i feed off.
Dark coverd Mark with his body, taking all the glass to his back, like a pathetic idiot.
"What the fuck is going on with the author?!" Dark shouts. He gets up, going over to the closest where the petty author would be. Swinging the doors open, only finding the wardrobe empty.
He steps back, confusion controlling him as he glaces at his soul mate. Both petrified as where the stupid author could be.
"If Ace isn't writing this, then who's--?" The disgusting mortal was cut off by glitches forming around them, thier world falling apart.
The ground shook with violence, thier reality being destroyed. Screams of horrific filled the void, mmm, they taist so g̴̱̩̯̜͈̖̫͂͌̊̿̈͜͝o̶̪̮̰̬͔͒̄ȍ̷̢̙͕̟͖̞͚̬̑̇̅̑͝ḋ̷̡̙̫͔̦͔̊̐͊̐̿͆̍!
Ḩ̸͚́́̐̈́͋̓̓̌e̵̳̗̪̾.̵̙͉̗͍͚̱̍̄̋.̸̡̟͂́́̂̐̑̓̓͜ͅ.̶̛̦͎͈̯̘͙͎̻̜̀̇̿͑̋̕h̷̤̰̍̒͆̅e̶̱̲̥̗̚h̸̡̛̺̥̹͈͚̳̗̭̽͋̂͗̕ȅ̵͎̽͒̚.̸̨̱̥̞̝̥̮͑͘͠.̴̧̯̟̠̔̃̇̂́̌͑͒͝h̷̭̖͕͖̠̪̝͒͑̀̐͠ả̶̩͕̱͍͛̍͗̈́̾̕̕͝h̴͚̫̝̣̻͔̪̿̃̏̿̾̍͐̓̋a̵̼͙̯͍͋͑ḩ̵̱͋̊̈́ả̶̱͖̣̼͔̳͑̊̆͒̐̿̍́͜h̸̛̪̪̠̯͖͓͜a̸̡̦̥͔͚͓̗̓͗̊́͋̽̕ͅḩ̴̞͇̘̜̪̭͔̃̎̑a̸̩͕̓̉͆̇ͅ!̴̭̋̕̚!̴̧̱̤̟͆ ̶̻́̊̽̀̅̄
Ț̴̣̱̱̗̝̹͆̾́́͂͂̽̿͝h̴̹͍̫͖͉̖̖̭͉̐̐́͠i̶̧̗̝̣̞͖̝͆̔̋͑͆̐͠s̶͉̫̼̮̥̈́̽̈̊̊̓̕͜͝.̶̗̟̥̮̌̋̾.̶͇͕̌.̵̡̡̹͙̺̯͙̇͒̆̐͌͘͝͝ͅ ̶̗̑̎̏̄̈́͐̈́t̴̙̃̏͂̐h̴͔̋̈ͅi̷̡͔̰̮̪̞̠̾̅͂̇̄́́͂́͜s̸̝̰̲͒̚ ̷̡̤͚̏̒̏͘͝ḟ̴̣̟̦͒̂̾̾̊̈̎ḙ̷̰̙͎̳͕̘̬̒́̿̎͠ę̶̠̰̣̤̠̥͓͒͊͌̓́̇͐̈ḽ̶̡͕̙̈́̚̚̚̚̚͝i̷̛̪̣̳͇͙̐̈̿͐̚͜͝n̶̗̂̊̀̿̓̄̃͑̊g̷̻͓̱͉͛̔̊̅̓,̸̖̼̅͊̌̇̕ ̷̛͇̲̙̘̈̔ḯ̶̟̯̬̩̿͘ ̷̧̳͍̹̤̭̱̭͖͂͑͒̏͛h̵̰͆͐͊͠ȧ̶̢͙͎̀͆͒̐̊ͅv̴̧̰͙̠̝͂̅̿͑ë̶̟͈̟͓͎̏̎n̸̛̟͔̩̉̓́̓͑'̵͉̹͖͋̀t̴̹̠͊͛̂̅̓͝ ̶̢̼̳̮͉̦̠̻̊́̈́̓͝f̸̩͕̟͓̰͛̓̀̓͂͝e̷̠̫͔̝͔̝̙͗̄̌̒͂͝lṭ̶̨̛̤̻̖̉͊̈́͊̈́͠ ̸̱̮̞͐ͅǐ̷̧͔̫̟̰͔̱̈́̍͝ţ̷͍͎̗̫̯̝̊̋̌̚͜ͅ ̵̰͉̇̋͜͝i̵̠̩̐̾̉͊͘n̴̪̜͎̒͑̚ ̵̣̙͌̓s̴̘̲̳̻͕͈̮̆͝o̴̥͎̮͋̑͑̋̑ ̶̦̹̊ͅl̴̢͔̳͚̟̠̪̜͒̀̈̀́̀̍̔͜o̸̹̺͗̔́͊̑̚͘ň̸̢̮͕͐́g̶͇̙̘̖̻̝̝̐̓͐͊
