TW for blood and shit
Previously "MARK! SEAN!"
A little bit earlier
Yan followed Dark up the stairs, noticed how he took two steps at a time in his hurry to get up the stairs. She quickly ran up and turned the corner just as he went into his room. She frowned, and walked over to his door. Knocking, she gently called out, "Dark?" With no answer, she turned the doorknob to find it was locked. She knocked louder, raising her voice. Straining, Yan pressed her head against the door and heard coughing, "Dark?!" She knocked persistently, eventually banging on the door when he showed no signs of answering, "DARK!"
Taking a step back, she braced herself before charging and ramming her shoulder into the door. Once. Twice. She fell forward into the room and she looked up. Seeing that his bedroom was empty, and a mess, she went to the bathroom door. Being actually in the room, she could hear the coughing even better, and it sounded rough and slightly wet. Seconds later, she heard something fall to the ground. Her eyes teared up in fear and she desperately grabbed at the doorknob. Seeing that it was also locked, she screamed for help, "MARK! SEAN!" Hearing frantic running coming up the stairs, she started ramming her shoulder into this door as well. She heard the running getting closer and cursed the bathroom door, it must have been heavier than the other one.
"YAN!" Turning her head, she watched as Mark, Sean and Anti burst into the room, the others outside the hall. "Mark! I think he's unconscious in there!" She cried. Anti took one look at her and pushed her into Sean, telling him to look at her shoulder. Taking a deep breath, he stood in front of the door and raised his leg. He kicked the door in and it broke off the hinges. Quickly pushing it aside, he ran into the bathroom. He saw Dark on the ground, on his front, "S̶̜̫̠͛̇h̷͇͚͔̕ͅį̶̙͈̖͈͋t̵̡͇̦̊," he cursed. "Ṃ̸͠ạ̷̛͆r̶̥͔͉͍̈́̀̌̒̄k̴̭͔̦͓̔ ̴̤̇̄͜ǵ̵̜͓ë̵̹̖͇́t̷̩̯̥̗̅̊̃͜͝ ̷͕̦͚͂͠i̴̤̘̠͔͐͑n̷̰̹͉̂̓̓͒̚ ̵̡͍͕̓͊̇̋̈́h̵͓̻̤̬̄̀ͅę̵̡̛͇̯̤̽r̴̠̞̉̓e̴͈̲͔̕ͅͅ ̷̞̘̗̹̿å̷̭̦̒̂̋n̶̨̝͖̪̳̏ḑ̴̮̪͆͛̏ ̷̝̺̩̻͔̂̋͠h̵̤̝̔̓̒e̸̜̳̣̘̬̾ļ̶̭̑͊p̵̡̖̮̮̝͌͐ ̴̹̣͉̦̞̒̊̕ḿ̸͔͔̍̿͂̂é̶͍̰̗̈̿̋͒!̶̰͚̯̏͂̔" The man pushed his way through the broken door and collapsed on his knees next to the fallen ego, watching in horror as Anti turned him over, revealing the blood all over the floor underneath him and his face. "Shit, shit, shit" Mark chanted as he pressed two fingers on his neck, feeling a pulse then checked his breathing. Hearing the rasps for breath, he shouted for Schneep and Dr Iplier who both ran in. Seeing his serious condition, they both calmly picked him up and carried him out past everyone else. Yan sobbed harder when she saw his body and Yancy quickly blocked her view. The other egos moved out of the way, Wilford following them down the stairs along with Mark. Anti started glitching behind them. Glaring, Yancy turned to JBM, "Youse happy now?" before he turned around, wrapping an arm around Yan and lead her to her room, his tense shoulders giving away how worried he was. JBM looked like he had a loss of words, staring after them.
The others looked worriedly at Sean, who turned to them, "Do any of you know what happened?" Getting head shakes, he sighed, "Alright. All of you, go do whatever you were doing before. I'll let you know if Dark is okay or not" With that, he left, leaving the others in the hall
(Sorry it's so short)
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I really dont know what I'm doing anymore
Fanfiction(Back to 2016 baby!) Recently, Dark has been having a hard time finding a purpose in life. His desires don't seem to appeal to him anymore and he barely has enough motivation to leave his room. Every interaction with the other egos drains his energy...
