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Tuesday 14th November ~ 10:23am

Anti's POV:

"After two days of searching police have made little progress in finding missing YouTuber Sean McLoughlin, yet now it seems another YouTuber celebrity has vanished.
Last night Mark Fischbach left his local police station and had not been seen since, with police discovering his home empty after trying to make further inquiries with him.
Fischbach has a similar following to that of McLoughlin's, the two going by 'Markiplier' and 'JackSepticEye' online and can be frequently seen in each other's videos.
Their friendship and the similar circumstances behind their disappearances have led to the police believing that their cases are connected, though there has been little evidence found at this time. Search parties of friends, fans and the police have been unsuccessful thus far, and the families of both victims desperately urge the public to come forward with any information on-"

"Anti, turn this drivel off. I've heard quite enough of her blathering."

I pouted, turning off the TV and slouching back into the couch. Hearing of all the attention we were getting wasn't as hilarious to Dark as it was to me, apparently.

"Fine-" I moaned, throwing the remote. "but only because we've got more... amusing ways to pass the time."

Dark rose from his seat, giving me a stern gaze as he brushed off his suit.

"This endeavour isn't for our leisure."

I scowled at him.

"SURE it's not." I spat, looking away from him. "Imagining them in pain is all I can find interest in, but that shit doesn't matter because 'Dark likes his experiments!'"

My hands were clenched into fists, my knuckles white. I still couldn't look at him.

I didn't know what was going to come next.

To my surprise Dark let out a annoyed sigh, making my grip loosen.

"I'll allow ONE day for you to do what you please to them, if it'll put a rest to your childish complaints."

The man made his way to the other side of the room, and I shrunk back in my seat at his tone. I hated the fear he could provoke in me.

Like I really was just a child.

Dark turned to face me, eyes daggers.

"But these tests are the top priority. I won't be so lenient the next time you disagree."

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Jack's POV:

"Darkiplier's real too?"

Mark nodded, taking a seat against the wall next to me. "He felt pretty real when he punched me in the face."

The blotch of redness on Mark's chin had caught my eye as soon as I'd woken up - given how prominent the colour was. The night before I hadn't noticed it somehow.

I lifted his chin, getting a closer look despite his flinching.

"Shit... he got ya good." I observed, leaning back. Mark shook his head.

"It's probably nothing compared to what you've been through these past two days."

His words made my heart stop.

"Two days?"

I couldn't believe it even after saying it myself.

Mark nodded. Then his eyebrows shot up.

"How the frick didn't you know?!"

"Don't yell at me like that shit was obvious!" I exclaimed, throwing my arms up as I said it. "How the hell should I have known for focks' sake?!"

Mark was still staring at me as though trying to figure it out, and I let out a sigh.

"I mean... I was kinda' - out of it - y'know?" I recalled, scratching the back of my neck. Everything after Anti's 'surprise syringe' was a blur.

Whatever I had been injected with must've been concentrated. I had slept it off and it was still making me lethargic.

Mark held sorrow in his gaze.

"Sean, I-"

"How are we today?~♪"

Anti strolled into the room, his voice causing me to flinch. They way his speaking sounded like mine still shook me.

Mark rose from the ground as Anti pushed a tray under the cell door.

"Didja have a nice night together?" Anti scoffed, gaze fixed on me as he reached the door. Mark headed to the bars.

"Quit it with the crap and let us go!"

Anti pretended to take offence, giggling overtaking his acting. The shrill syllables he spoke pierced my eardrums. "You've got fiiiiiiive minutes!~"

A grin spread across his face. "After that the real fun'll begin."

Anti's words left me with an impeding sense of dread, and for a moment neither me nor Mark moved. Horrific possibilities plagued my thoughts.

What were they going to do to us?

"We... we need t' eat, Mark." I stuttered, attempting to keep my voice steady. Mark agreed, soon having brought the tray over and sitting back down.

In front of us were two bowls of cheap off-brand cereal.

"I'm willing to bet this tastes like cardboard." Mark commented.

To be honest I wouldn't have been surprised if it was just shredded cardboard in a bowl. That was what it looked like.

"Well... cardboard is better than nothing?"

I took my cereal, doubting my own words. Mark gave me a weak smile.

I didn't know if I'd be strong enough to keep a positive attitude.

"They must want us alive for something - if they're feeding us." Mark guessed, poking at the contents of his bowl. Within the first mouthful I discovered that while it was bland, I was famished and not about to refuse.

We dug in, unsure if we'd get another meal like this in awhile.

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