Mark lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He felt vulnerable now. His wife left him, all his closest friends are all in other country's. He didn't feel like doing a video today either.
That's when he knew something was wrong. Making videos was his escape, but something didn't feel right. It was something he's felt before but only for short periods of time. He searched his memory in a craze hoping, very desperate for an answer to the hollowness.
Mark ran his hands through his red hair. He groaned in frustration, "Come on!"
Do you really want to know? A voice chuckled.
"Y-yes please! Tell me!"
It's something you put to rest a loooong time ago and this crisis has finally broke my chains...don't you know Mark-I-Moo?
The color drained from the dark-skinned man's face, "oh no"
Ohhh yes my little angel, thats me, and I'm back for some action.
-To Be Continued-
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The Darker Side of His Eyes
Fanfiction"Mark?" Jack entered Mark's recording space. It was nice but Mark didn't seem to be himself. "Yes Jack?" Mark slowly turned around, "What do you need from Dark?"
