Egos from elsewhere

Hello?

Jack and Mark had their faces pressed up to the glass. There were two figures floating face up in the pool. One had blood oozing out of its neck, leaving the surrounding water a light pink, and the other was a ghostly pale, a monochrome aura surrounding him.

"The hell?" Mark muttered.

The boys decided to go out and check on them, hoping it was just the trick of the light. Mark opened the sliding glass door, and held an over dramatic hand out.

"After you m'lady."

Jack giggled, "Why thank you my good sir~"

"Your welcome~" Mark said bowing.

Both let out a small laugh, trying to make the situation a bit happier, before actually going out.

Jack felt a shiver go down his spine as his face hit the crisp, cool air. L.A. might be warm, but because it was so late, and since it was about mid winter, the air was a lot cooler. The figures were probably not doing any better than them, considering they were in the water. As the two boys got closer, the figure's faces began to look more and more familiar.

"Am I dreaming, or does that look like us?" Jack wondered aloud.

"No, no. They do kinda look like us. Almost like, Dark and Anti? But it can't be. They came from our imagination. Maybe this is some sort of sick prank?!" Mark asked aloud, looking around.

"Maybe?"

Mark sighed and ran a hand through his hair, overwhelmed by the current situation.

"Let's just get them out and hope they aren't dead so we can ask." Mark exclaimed.

Mark went over to the edge of the pool and grabbed the net, hoping he could somehow push them to the edge of the pool so he could pull them out. Jack looked at Mark struggling, and decided to be an asshole. He quietly went up to Mark, and pushed Mark by his butt into the water. Thankfully, he didn't fall on Dark and Anti, but he did end up completely soaked, and freezing. Meanwhile, Jack was laughing so much, he had his arms wrapped around his stomach, and tears in his eyes. Mark grumbled something about 'not being fair', and just pushed the bodies out of the pool, then swam over to where Jack was.

"Aww Markimoo, I could've helped ya!" Jack exclaimed, through laughs.

"I think you've helped enough, asshole." Mark said, a frown on his face.

Suddenly Mark smirked and, in one swift motion, he pulled Jack into the water by his ankle. Miraculously, Jack didn't hit his head and get a concussion, or injure his ankle, because this is fanfiction and nothing bad can happen yet. Jack's eyes went wide and he fell, the icy cold water hitting his face. Jack quickly swam to the surface and took a deep gulp of air. He coughed as he smacked a now laughing Mark on the arm.

"I hate you." Jack grumbled through coughs.

"Love ya too," Mark winked, "Karmas a bitch isn't she..."

Jack's cough subsided as he glared at Mark, and was about to say something, before Mark interrupted him.

"Before you use your Irish powers on me, let's get them inside. Then you can attempt to hurt me all you want."

"Kinky." Jack replied with a smirk, causing a blushing Mark to roll his eyes.

Both men get out of the pool, soaking wet and freezing.

"Damn, I liked these pajama pants." Jack said, looking at his now ruined PJ's.

"They're not ruined. Just wet." Mark exclaimed.

"Yeah I know, but now I can't wear them for a day or two." Jack replied sadly.

Jack's short attention span caused him to come up with an idea.