𝟸 | 𝙵𝙰𝙲𝙴 - 𝙼𝙰𝚁𝙺𝙸𝙲𝙴𝚂𝚃

𝟻 | 𝙳𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜

Hey you guys! Writing has been a bit hard since I'm going through writing block, but I'll try my best!

Also, I know that my writing has been a bit broad or short at the moment. So I'm gonna try and at least reach more than 1000 words!

I'd also like you guys to give me some constructive criticism, I think it could help since writing has been a struggle :)

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Previously on 2 FACE...

"I know that you mean well, Mark. I just need you to understand that this is serious."

"You're friend, Damien,"

"He's not trying to be your friend, Mark. He wants to frame you. You're only 16, you need to understand that he only wants to take advantage of you."

"He's not your friend."

"He doesn't love you."

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"Mark!" Jackal exclaimed, his eyes wide as he watched Mark sit in his daze.

Mark looked as if he had seen an angel, maybe even god himself, his eyes staring off into space as if he was sitting in space.

While his body continued to sit up against the headboard, memories continued to pass through until he fell out of his daze.

Confusion filling his eyes, turning his head back to Jackal as if he had seen a catastrophe.

"W-What..? W-where-?" Mark said, soon brushing through his locks of hair back groaning and holding his head in his hands.

"Are you alright? You seem very sensitive towards D's name." Jackal chuckled, a hint of malice dripping from his voice as if he was aroused by the sight of Mark in pain.

Mark whined and hugged a pillow, "N-nothing! I-I just dazed off...w-What were you asking?"

Jackal stopped for a moment and frowned, a moment frozen in time where Jackal couldn't see Mark any differently from his 2 FACE.

"You're really no different from him..."

"What?"

"Nothing. I just wanted to see how you were doing since I couldn't sleep...You seem a bit...tired?"  Jackal smirked, crossing his arms as he laid down on the bed, his legs hanging from the edge of the bed as smile.

"Well...I'm still tired...so I'll just go back to bed." Mark said, not hearing any sort of reply from Jackal's lips as he sighed.

Soon after closing his eyes, and slamming his face into the pillow. The lights went out while the night sky continued to pass.

Whether Mark wanted this or not, he had no real control of what was happening.

His fate was set in stone, and just like that, Mark became the copy of someone else.

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"Mark! Breakfast is ready!" Felix yelled happily. He and Jackal sitting in the kitchen while eggs were frying in the pan.