Ah.
You’ve found me.
How fortunate.
—or perhaps how unfortunate, depending on who you ask.
My name is Mark.
This place is for questions. Confessions. Accusations.
Perhaps even the occasional visit from an old friend.
So—
Ask away.

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@the-actor-official
Ah.
You’ve found me.
How fortunate.
—or perhaps how unfortunate, depending on who you ask.
My name is Mark.
This place is for questions. Confessions. Accusations.
Perhaps even the occasional visit from an old friend.
So—
Ask away.
"Are you sure about that marc?"
@celine-askblog
"Well fuck me..."
"Celinee!" He drags her name out
"How have you been? Last time we saw each other you threw an axe at me."
"And you deserved it." She crossed her arms. "Its been better without you around. I see youve found my brother again."
"I'm wounded." Putting a hand on his chest in mock offense
"Straight to the point as always, you didn't change much."
"I found him, yes. Blah blah."
"Im sure he was thrilled to see you again. The man who killed him." She said unamused.
"He was absolutely beaming." He says deadpan
"...good to see your sarcasm is still alive." She said dryly.
"Unlike the rest of me."
"So, how are you still alive?"
"Im stubborn. And so is my brother." She said. "Not that i owe you any explnation."
"I didn't need an explanation to know that, it was made clear many years ago that you're both stubborn." He sighs
"At least you seem to recall that." She said.
He goes to make some sort of remark when suddenly he freezes.
Turning his head confused as he looks at her with blurry eyes.
(OOC: Sorry these might be bad, I have to figure out how to do him again )
"What? Its not like you to freeze up" she narrows her gaze at him. Confused.
(Ooc, youre good!)
His attention refocuses back on her
"Celine? What are you doing here?" His voice is soft with clear confusion in it
"Same thing i was doing five minutes ago when we started this conversation." She said plainly with a rise at the end of her tone. Watching him closely. Marc is an actor. He built a whole career off it. Him trying to mess with her wouldnt suprise her.
"Did I zone out or something? Because we have to been talking for 5 minutes.. We haven't talked in-"
"...a diffrent magic has effected you." She sighed. "It...hm." she looked away. "Marc?" She asked
"Yeah?" He answers automatically
"...how do you feel?" She paced closer to him. Arms folded as she scans him.
"Fine? I feel fine."
"Why are you being so weird?"
"..youre the one acting odd. Its..like ..before." she mumbles.
"Before what?" His tone is more serious, thinking about something different
"Before the arcane energy of that place got to you.." she whispers. "Before you died."
He pauses
"Died? Wait I actually did it?"
"The house has magic? That's what you're telling me?" He laughs in disbelief
Well.. something happened in the house.. then there was a party,,, then you mayy have beome a ceo of a lab that does experiments on humans and animals to become lunky creatures then after a 1,000 split lunkys were created you may have controlled them with your blood in them to murder all the scientists-.. but your still a actor in the present you make.. storiess...
"What the- I- I would never do that.."
it is 2026 my guy
"2026!? WHAT?" His breathing quickens, "A CENTURY? A FUCKING CENTURY??"
"What is going on?"
Long time no see, Damien. I just love what you've done with yourself.
"Damien is dead. He has been for a long time. My name is dark" he said calmly. "Who might you be?"
"Dark.. That's what you call yourself now?" He hums
"I'm sure you still know who I am though~"
As soon as the voice became reognizeable dark glitched with rage "Y̴͔̩͑́́o̶̡̜̙̍̒̾͗̆̏̐̀̅ų̷̼̱̟̼̲̳̦̬̪̟̋̇̒͝." He snaps.
"W̶̧̲̥͔̖̻͙͖̥̙̯̹͓͑̀̎͌͗̒̄͗̃͂̚͝h̷̛͖͎̭̤͇̼̬̃̇̆́͐́ȃ̵̲̫̬͇̗͆t̷̢̛̖͖̘̤̣̤͚̹̯̪̰́̆̌͗̊͗̈́͝͝ͅ ̵̨͉͈̮̼̳͍͕̜̬̆̀̿͜ͅa̶̮̓̈́͐̾͐̋̌r̸̢̟̘͔͎̟͋́̾̍̄͛͌e̵̡͇̩̖͑̓̈́́͜͝ ̴̛̛̮̀̽̔̈͋͊̀͐͗͐̚ͅy̸̝̋̈̔̄́͊̔̔̒̾͛̐ö̵̡̖͎̹̥̼̩̊̾u̸̙͛̓͆̇̈́̄̿͐̈́ ̸̤̬̹͙̟̓̇d̶̹̯͎͎͉̗̀͌͒͌͊̎͘̚͝ͅo̸̡̨̧̞̳̩̯̜͚̯͉͔͒͊̇́̌͐̉̓͑i̷͔̲͙̠̺̞͔̘͌̀͒̉̽͒̓̇̓͑̈́͗͝ͅn̵̡̘̟̙̱͊͌̆͑̉̉̃̔̃̇͘͘͝g̵̨̛̦͍̹̳͓̭̫͍̖͙͚̞͗̔͌͛̒̔͛̅͘̕̕ ̸̡̛̹̻̰͙̈́̍͆̉̿́̉͌̚̚͜͝ͅh̵̨̜̪̱͇́̑̊́̓̏͛e̶̢̤̱̙̼̩̽̑͑̄̀̉̿͂́r̶̪͍̥͈͙͍̝̈́̊͋̃̚͝ẻ̴͈̈́̀!̷̗̯̠̦͕͓͚̜̖̃̚͜͜?̴̢̡̨̛̳͇͖̖͔̩̠͌̿͜͠"
(Corrupted text translation)
[You]
[What are you doing here!?]
"So aggressive."
"That question is getting boring, I just wan't to see how everyone has been." He says with a smile
"...like you dont already know." He scoffed and looks away.
"Of course I don't! You've all been hiding from me. What do you think I am? Some all knowing being?" He laughs and appears in front of Dark.
"...you certainly try to act it. As always. Keeping that show of yours going." He muttered.
"I haven't done much in a while, for your information."
"You really went all out with the monochrome, every teenager from the 2000's dream." He comments
(OOC: I think Tumblr ate the post @darkiplier-askblog :,D )
"And yet your actions are still what led us here in the first place." He hummed. "And pardon?"
(Ooc, yes it did- and work ate me lol)
"It was other peoples actions that led to my actions, therefore it's not my fault."
"You are emo Dark. I know I'm not the only one who has said it." He laughs
(OOC: Oh no! Lmao. Make sure you rest when you can. )
"Thats not how it works and you know it. And you arent. But i dont see how thats relevant" he sighed.
"It works however I want it to work. Anyway, to get to the point. I wouldn't come to you for no reason.." He mumbles
"Well I would but that's beside the point-"
"What is your point?" He asked, arms crossed.
"Why do you have to do that? This is hard enough for me as it is.."
"People keep saying that I-" He stops uncharacteristically nervous
"That I miss Damien.. and seeing as how you are partly him.. I was just experimenting with something, you know to.."
"To see if you miss him?" He asked. "Damien died the might you pried my- his. Soul out of him for your own uses. Hes not here." He whispers. Hoping marc didnt catch the slip.
"Yes, that." He gestures with his hand turning away from Dark
He tilts his head, catching the slip
"You weren't apart of the plan.."
"...what was the point of this plan to begin with?" He huffed. He never truely had the opportunity to understand.. to speak to marc about it.
“The point is that I had to make sure they couldn’t hurt anyone ever again.."
“Which she can’t anymore!” He laughs but there’s no humor behind it
He looks away. "Harm my sister.. and you didnt think id wind up wrapped up in if.." he mumbles. "Youd known me- him. Youd known him..how long?" He sighs. "And not just her. But you, will, you didnt think his freind being harmed would draw him in to protect them? To help.."
He pauses
"I knew you all my whole life-"
"So how could you claim it never cross your mind that hed try and help solve your death?, that itd tear him up. That the following demises of everyone he cares for,..that he wouldnt try and stop it..try and help..." he looked away. "...how could you leave me- him. And take everyone with you. Including his life." He looked back. "...you are clearly not the man damien thought he knew. ...tormented by the house as you were... i suppose the marc he thought he knew also died long long ago.." he sighed.
"I never said it didn't cross my mind, I simply just don't care. Serves him right anyway."
"The man Damien knew died a long time ago. You're right on with that one. The man Damien knew tore himself apart."
He then gesture to himself
"And this is what you get out of that."
"I see no point in me continuing this conversation. Perhaps i should just go. All thats here is pain." He said.
"Bleh. You can't run from your problems forever Dames." The old nicknames slips
He winced. Sighing. "Damien is dead. And has been for a long time." He reminds.
His hands suddenly shoot up to his head and his shoulders tense
"What the hell-" His voice is strained
(OOC: I don't know how he was before everything so- Bare with me ;-; )
Dark turns back to properly look at him. "Hm?" He raised a brow. Very suspicious.
(Ooc: youre good! From what ive gathered, [could be wrong] he was rather sweet, more like engineer mark, thats just what ive seen, you do you, this will be fun no matter what)
After a moment he slowly lowers his hands.
Eyes glossy like he's not fully there before they return to normal.
He looks at Dark, eyes widening and taking a step back
"..w-what are you?" His voice is quiet
(OOC: Aww. I love Engineer, and that's a good reference so I'll do something like that. Thanks! <3 )
"What happend?" He sighed. " ...dont try to fool me marc. Im exactly what you forced me to be." He whispers.
"What I forced you to- what? I don't know you.."
"Am I dead?" He looks around confused
Dark knows marc well. Knows when hes acting. Knows him to his core. Or he thought he had. Before.. that night. But this. Before him... he took a breath. "You do know me. Or you used to. What happend?, what..do you recall?" He asked. Weary. He didnt want anyone to get hurt again.
"I think I would remember someone like you, no offense or anything.."
He smiles nervously
"What I remember last.. Just being alone? I guess."
He doesn't elaborate, still weary of Dark since he doest know him.
"...i see. Hm. We didnt jump planes so..perhaps.., your soul did while your form remained here.." he mused. "Youre too...., it wouldnt be like you. To attempt to fool me in that way.. so."
"Soul jumped. What the fuck?" His voice gains some of its usual tone back in the panic
"Ah. Theres that tone i know. Yes. That seems to be the prevailing theory." He mused. "Especially if you cant recall me of all beings." He hums.
He runs a hand through his hair, strands falling loosely around his face but he can't bring himself to care right now
"You're very clearly not human.." He mumbles to himself
"Obviously not anymore. You ensured of that." He mumbles. "...though i suppose ..you wouldnt recall" he mumbles.
(Ooc: wait, realization...if, Marc Stole damiens body.. and past marc is in future marcs body... do you think hed look at himself and have the horrific realization hes not in his own body? And is instead in the body of his bestfreind?, just a thought-)
"UH YEAH? How did I, hypothetically, do that?!" He points at Dark
(OOC: Wait that breaks my heart- and then it being explained to him that his friends as he knew them are all dead/changed )
"By prying my soul out of my body and taking it for yourself, because youd destroyed your own." He all but growled. Glitching wildly. Before taking a breath to calm himself.
(Ooc: hi past marc, welcome to The Horrors! /silly)
He stares at Dark expression concerned, backing away when the glitches intensify
"I-"
"I can't do that.. Taking your body?" He looks down at himself confused
(OOC: We love The Horrors! Gotta be my favorite thing to put them through /j )
Dark stares at marc. Looking him over, his body. Well, damiens. The body of Damien. The mayor. The body he had been forced out of so long ago.
(Ooc: just what marc needs! More horrors!)
The longer he looks down at himself, his hands, anything visible without a mirror. The more confused he gets.
"Is there a mirror?" He asks
(OOC: Yes! The lovely horrors )
It’s.. tough to say? We don’t really know the year yet but time does exist here, and I think you should get far away from your manor.. it changed you.. (also sorry the anon was off, usually chat as anon cause I worry if I do it not and talk a lot I might overwhelm accidentally-)
"It's the 1920's, and of course time exists."
"How does a house 'change' me?"
(OOC: You're fine! )
Long time no see, Damien. I just love what you've done with yourself.
"Damien is dead. He has been for a long time. My name is dark" he said calmly. "Who might you be?"
"Dark.. That's what you call yourself now?" He hums
"I'm sure you still know who I am though~"
As soon as the voice became reognizeable dark glitched with rage "Y̴͔̩͑́́o̶̡̜̙̍̒̾͗̆̏̐̀̅ų̷̼̱̟̼̲̳̦̬̪̟̋̇̒͝." He snaps.
"W̶̧̲̥͔̖̻͙͖̥̙̯̹͓͑̀̎͌͗̒̄͗̃͂̚͝h̷̛͖͎̭̤͇̼̬̃̇̆́͐́ȃ̵̲̫̬͇̗͆t̷̢̛̖͖̘̤̣̤͚̹̯̪̰́̆̌͗̊͗̈́͝͝ͅ ̵̨͉͈̮̼̳͍͕̜̬̆̀̿͜ͅa̶̮̓̈́͐̾͐̋̌r̸̢̟̘͔͎̟͋́̾̍̄͛͌e̵̡͇̩̖͑̓̈́́͜͝ ̴̛̛̮̀̽̔̈͋͊̀͐͗͐̚ͅy̸̝̋̈̔̄́͊̔̔̒̾͛̐ö̵̡̖͎̹̥̼̩̊̾u̸̙͛̓͆̇̈́̄̿͐̈́ ̸̤̬̹͙̟̓̇d̶̹̯͎͎͉̗̀͌͒͌͊̎͘̚͝ͅo̸̡̨̧̞̳̩̯̜͚̯͉͔͒͊̇́̌͐̉̓͑i̷͔̲͙̠̺̞͔̘͌̀͒̉̽͒̓̇̓͑̈́͗͝ͅn̵̡̘̟̙̱͊͌̆͑̉̉̃̔̃̇͘͘͝g̵̨̛̦͍̹̳͓̭̫͍̖͙͚̞͗̔͌͛̒̔͛̅͘̕̕ ̸̡̛̹̻̰͙̈́̍͆̉̿́̉͌̚̚͜͝ͅh̵̨̜̪̱͇́̑̊́̓̏͛e̶̢̤̱̙̼̩̽̑͑̄̀̉̿͂́r̶̪͍̥͈͙͍̝̈́̊͋̃̚͝ẻ̴͈̈́̀!̷̗̯̠̦͕͓͚̜̖̃̚͜͜?̴̢̡̨̛̳͇͖̖͔̩̠͌̿͜͠"
(Corrupted text translation)
[You]
[What are you doing here!?]
"So aggressive."
"That question is getting boring, I just wan't to see how everyone has been." He says with a smile
"...like you dont already know." He scoffed and looks away.
"Of course I don't! You've all been hiding from me. What do you think I am? Some all knowing being?" He laughs and appears in front of Dark.
"...you certainly try to act it. As always. Keeping that show of yours going." He muttered.
"I haven't done much in a while, for your information."
"You really went all out with the monochrome, every teenager from the 2000's dream." He comments
(OOC: I think Tumblr ate the post @darkiplier-askblog :,D )
"And yet your actions are still what led us here in the first place." He hummed. "And pardon?"
(Ooc, yes it did- and work ate me lol)
"It was other peoples actions that led to my actions, therefore it's not my fault."
"You are emo Dark. I know I'm not the only one who has said it." He laughs
(OOC: Oh no! Lmao. Make sure you rest when you can. )
"Thats not how it works and you know it. And you arent. But i dont see how thats relevant" he sighed.
"It works however I want it to work. Anyway, to get to the point. I wouldn't come to you for no reason.." He mumbles
"Well I would but that's beside the point-"
"What is your point?" He asked, arms crossed.
"Why do you have to do that? This is hard enough for me as it is.."
"People keep saying that I-" He stops uncharacteristically nervous
"That I miss Damien.. and seeing as how you are partly him.. I was just experimenting with something, you know to.."
"To see if you miss him?" He asked. "Damien died the might you pried my- his. Soul out of him for your own uses. Hes not here." He whispers. Hoping marc didnt catch the slip.
"Yes, that." He gestures with his hand turning away from Dark
He tilts his head, catching the slip
"You weren't apart of the plan.."
"...what was the point of this plan to begin with?" He huffed. He never truely had the opportunity to understand.. to speak to marc about it.
“The point is that I had to make sure they couldn’t hurt anyone ever again.."
“Which she can’t anymore!” He laughs but there’s no humor behind it
He looks away. "Harm my sister.. and you didnt think id wind up wrapped up in if.." he mumbles. "Youd known me- him. Youd known him..how long?" He sighs. "And not just her. But you, will, you didnt think his freind being harmed would draw him in to protect them? To help.."
He pauses
"I knew you all my whole life-"
"So how could you claim it never cross your mind that hed try and help solve your death?, that itd tear him up. That the following demises of everyone he cares for,..that he wouldnt try and stop it..try and help..." he looked away. "...how could you leave me- him. And take everyone with you. Including his life." He looked back. "...you are clearly not the man damien thought he knew. ...tormented by the house as you were... i suppose the marc he thought he knew also died long long ago.." he sighed.
"I never said it didn't cross my mind, I simply just don't care. Serves him right anyway."
"The man Damien knew died a long time ago. You're right on with that one. The man Damien knew tore himself apart."
He then gesture to himself
"And this is what you get out of that."
"I see no point in me continuing this conversation. Perhaps i should just go. All thats here is pain." He said.
"Bleh. You can't run from your problems forever Dames." The old nicknames slips
He winced. Sighing. "Damien is dead. And has been for a long time." He reminds.
His hands suddenly shoot up to his head and his shoulders tense
"What the hell-" His voice is strained
(OOC: I don't know how he was before everything so- Bare with me ;-; )
Dark turns back to properly look at him. "Hm?" He raised a brow. Very suspicious.
(Ooc: youre good! From what ive gathered, [could be wrong] he was rather sweet, more like engineer mark, thats just what ive seen, you do you, this will be fun no matter what)
After a moment he slowly lowers his hands.
Eyes glossy like he's not fully there before they return to normal.
He looks at Dark, eyes widening and taking a step back
"..w-what are you?" His voice is quiet
(OOC: Aww. I love Engineer, and that's a good reference so I'll do something like that. Thanks! <3 )
"What happend?" He sighed. " ...dont try to fool me marc. Im exactly what you forced me to be." He whispers.
"What I forced you to- what? I don't know you.."
"Am I dead?" He looks around confused
Dark knows marc well. Knows when hes acting. Knows him to his core. Or he thought he had. Before.. that night. But this. Before him... he took a breath. "You do know me. Or you used to. What happend?, what..do you recall?" He asked. Weary. He didnt want anyone to get hurt again.
"I think I would remember someone like you, no offense or anything.."
He smiles nervously
"What I remember last.. Just being alone? I guess."
He doesn't elaborate, still weary of Dark since he doest know him.
"...i see. Hm. We didnt jump planes so..perhaps.., your soul did while your form remained here.." he mused. "Youre too...., it wouldnt be like you. To attempt to fool me in that way.. so."
"Soul jumped. What the fuck?" His voice gains some of its usual tone back in the panic
"Ah. Theres that tone i know. Yes. That seems to be the prevailing theory." He mused. "Especially if you cant recall me of all beings." He hums.
He runs a hand through his hair, strands falling loosely around his face but he can't bring himself to care right now
"You're very clearly not human.." He mumbles to himself
"Obviously not anymore. You ensured of that." He mumbles. "...though i suppose ..you wouldnt recall" he mumbles.
(Ooc: wait, realization...if, Marc Stole damiens body.. and past marc is in future marcs body... do you think hed look at himself and have the horrific realization hes not in his own body? And is instead in the body of his bestfreind?, just a thought-)
"UH YEAH? How did I, hypothetically, do that?!" He points at Dark
(OOC: Wait that breaks my heart- and then it being explained to him that his friends as he knew them are all dead/changed )
"By prying my soul out of my body and taking it for yourself, because youd destroyed your own." He all but growled. Glitching wildly. Before taking a breath to calm himself.
(Ooc: hi past marc, welcome to The Horrors! /silly)
He stares at Dark expression concerned, backing away when the glitches intensify
"I-"
"I can't do that.. Taking your body?" He looks down at himself confused
(OOC: We love The Horrors! Gotta be my favorite thing to put them through /j )
"Are you sure about that marc?"
@celine-askblog
"Well fuck me..."
"Celinee!" He drags her name out
"How have you been? Last time we saw each other you threw an axe at me."
"And you deserved it." She crossed her arms. "Its been better without you around. I see youve found my brother again."
"I'm wounded." Putting a hand on his chest in mock offense
"Straight to the point as always, you didn't change much."
"I found him, yes. Blah blah."
"Im sure he was thrilled to see you again. The man who killed him." She said unamused.
"He was absolutely beaming." He says deadpan
"...good to see your sarcasm is still alive." She said dryly.
"Unlike the rest of me."
"So, how are you still alive?"
"Im stubborn. And so is my brother." She said. "Not that i owe you any explnation."
"I didn't need an explanation to know that, it was made clear many years ago that you're both stubborn." He sighs
"At least you seem to recall that." She said.
He goes to make some sort of remark when suddenly he freezes.
Turning his head confused as he looks at her with blurry eyes.
(OOC: Sorry these might be bad, I have to figure out how to do him again )
"What? Its not like you to freeze up" she narrows her gaze at him. Confused.
(Ooc, youre good!)
His attention refocuses back on her
"Celine? What are you doing here?" His voice is soft with clear confusion in it
"Same thing i was doing five minutes ago when we started this conversation." She said plainly with a rise at the end of her tone. Watching him closely. Marc is an actor. He built a whole career off it. Him trying to mess with her wouldnt suprise her.
"Did I zone out or something? Because we have to been talking for 5 minutes.. We haven't talked in-"
"...a diffrent magic has effected you." She sighed. "It...hm." she looked away. "Marc?" She asked
"Yeah?" He answers automatically
"...how do you feel?" She paced closer to him. Arms folded as she scans him.
"Fine? I feel fine."
"Why are you being so weird?"
"..youre the one acting odd. Its..like ..before." she mumbles.
"Before what?" His tone is more serious, thinking about something different
Long time no see, Damien. I just love what you've done with yourself.
"Damien is dead. He has been for a long time. My name is dark" he said calmly. "Who might you be?"
"Dark.. That's what you call yourself now?" He hums
"I'm sure you still know who I am though~"
As soon as the voice became reognizeable dark glitched with rage "Y̴͔̩͑́́o̶̡̜̙̍̒̾͗̆̏̐̀̅ų̷̼̱̟̼̲̳̦̬̪̟̋̇̒͝." He snaps.
"W̶̧̲̥͔̖̻͙͖̥̙̯̹͓͑̀̎͌͗̒̄͗̃͂̚͝h̷̛͖͎̭̤͇̼̬̃̇̆́͐́ȃ̵̲̫̬͇̗͆t̷̢̛̖͖̘̤̣̤͚̹̯̪̰́̆̌͗̊͗̈́͝͝ͅ ̵̨͉͈̮̼̳͍͕̜̬̆̀̿͜ͅa̶̮̓̈́͐̾͐̋̌r̸̢̟̘͔͎̟͋́̾̍̄͛͌e̵̡͇̩̖͑̓̈́́͜͝ ̴̛̛̮̀̽̔̈͋͊̀͐͗͐̚ͅy̸̝̋̈̔̄́͊̔̔̒̾͛̐ö̵̡̖͎̹̥̼̩̊̾u̸̙͛̓͆̇̈́̄̿͐̈́ ̸̤̬̹͙̟̓̇d̶̹̯͎͎͉̗̀͌͒͌͊̎͘̚͝ͅo̸̡̨̧̞̳̩̯̜͚̯͉͔͒͊̇́̌͐̉̓͑i̷͔̲͙̠̺̞͔̘͌̀͒̉̽͒̓̇̓͑̈́͗͝ͅn̵̡̘̟̙̱͊͌̆͑̉̉̃̔̃̇͘͘͝g̵̨̛̦͍̹̳͓̭̫͍̖͙͚̞͗̔͌͛̒̔͛̅͘̕̕ ̸̡̛̹̻̰͙̈́̍͆̉̿́̉͌̚̚͜͝ͅh̵̨̜̪̱͇́̑̊́̓̏͛e̶̢̤̱̙̼̩̽̑͑̄̀̉̿͂́r̶̪͍̥͈͙͍̝̈́̊͋̃̚͝ẻ̴͈̈́̀!̷̗̯̠̦͕͓͚̜̖̃̚͜͜?̴̢̡̨̛̳͇͖̖͔̩̠͌̿͜͠"
(Corrupted text translation)
[You]
[What are you doing here!?]
"So aggressive."
"That question is getting boring, I just wan't to see how everyone has been." He says with a smile
"...like you dont already know." He scoffed and looks away.
"Of course I don't! You've all been hiding from me. What do you think I am? Some all knowing being?" He laughs and appears in front of Dark.
"...you certainly try to act it. As always. Keeping that show of yours going." He muttered.
"I haven't done much in a while, for your information."
"You really went all out with the monochrome, every teenager from the 2000's dream." He comments
(OOC: I think Tumblr ate the post @darkiplier-askblog :,D )
"And yet your actions are still what led us here in the first place." He hummed. "And pardon?"
(Ooc, yes it did- and work ate me lol)
"It was other peoples actions that led to my actions, therefore it's not my fault."
"You are emo Dark. I know I'm not the only one who has said it." He laughs
(OOC: Oh no! Lmao. Make sure you rest when you can. )
"Thats not how it works and you know it. And you arent. But i dont see how thats relevant" he sighed.
"It works however I want it to work. Anyway, to get to the point. I wouldn't come to you for no reason.." He mumbles
"Well I would but that's beside the point-"
"What is your point?" He asked, arms crossed.
"Why do you have to do that? This is hard enough for me as it is.."
"People keep saying that I-" He stops uncharacteristically nervous
"That I miss Damien.. and seeing as how you are partly him.. I was just experimenting with something, you know to.."
"To see if you miss him?" He asked. "Damien died the might you pried my- his. Soul out of him for your own uses. Hes not here." He whispers. Hoping marc didnt catch the slip.
"Yes, that." He gestures with his hand turning away from Dark
He tilts his head, catching the slip
"You weren't apart of the plan.."
"...what was the point of this plan to begin with?" He huffed. He never truely had the opportunity to understand.. to speak to marc about it.
“The point is that I had to make sure they couldn’t hurt anyone ever again.."
“Which she can’t anymore!” He laughs but there’s no humor behind it
He looks away. "Harm my sister.. and you didnt think id wind up wrapped up in if.." he mumbles. "Youd known me- him. Youd known him..how long?" He sighs. "And not just her. But you, will, you didnt think his freind being harmed would draw him in to protect them? To help.."
He pauses
"I knew you all my whole life-"
"So how could you claim it never cross your mind that hed try and help solve your death?, that itd tear him up. That the following demises of everyone he cares for,..that he wouldnt try and stop it..try and help..." he looked away. "...how could you leave me- him. And take everyone with you. Including his life." He looked back. "...you are clearly not the man damien thought he knew. ...tormented by the house as you were... i suppose the marc he thought he knew also died long long ago.." he sighed.
"I never said it didn't cross my mind, I simply just don't care. Serves him right anyway."
"The man Damien knew died a long time ago. You're right on with that one. The man Damien knew tore himself apart."
He then gesture to himself
"And this is what you get out of that."
"I see no point in me continuing this conversation. Perhaps i should just go. All thats here is pain." He said.
"Bleh. You can't run from your problems forever Dames." The old nicknames slips
He winced. Sighing. "Damien is dead. And has been for a long time." He reminds.
His hands suddenly shoot up to his head and his shoulders tense
"What the hell-" His voice is strained
(OOC: I don't know how he was before everything so- Bare with me ;-; )
Dark turns back to properly look at him. "Hm?" He raised a brow. Very suspicious.
(Ooc: youre good! From what ive gathered, [could be wrong] he was rather sweet, more like engineer mark, thats just what ive seen, you do you, this will be fun no matter what)
After a moment he slowly lowers his hands.
Eyes glossy like he's not fully there before they return to normal.
He looks at Dark, eyes widening and taking a step back
"..w-what are you?" His voice is quiet
(OOC: Aww. I love Engineer, and that's a good reference so I'll do something like that. Thanks! <3 )
"What happend?" He sighed. " ...dont try to fool me marc. Im exactly what you forced me to be." He whispers.
"What I forced you to- what? I don't know you.."
"Am I dead?" He looks around confused
Dark knows marc well. Knows when hes acting. Knows him to his core. Or he thought he had. Before.. that night. But this. Before him... he took a breath. "You do know me. Or you used to. What happend?, what..do you recall?" He asked. Weary. He didnt want anyone to get hurt again.
"I think I would remember someone like you, no offense or anything.."
He smiles nervously
"What I remember last.. Just being alone? I guess."
He doesn't elaborate, still weary of Dark since he doest know him.
"...i see. Hm. We didnt jump planes so..perhaps.., your soul did while your form remained here.." he mused. "Youre too...., it wouldnt be like you. To attempt to fool me in that way.. so."
"Soul jumped. What the fuck?" His voice gains some of its usual tone back in the panic
"Ah. Theres that tone i know. Yes. That seems to be the prevailing theory." He mused. "Especially if you cant recall me of all beings." He hums.
He runs a hand through his hair, strands falling loosely around his face but he can't bring himself to care right now
"You're very clearly not human.." He mumbles to himself
"Obviously not anymore. You ensured of that." He mumbles. "...though i suppose ..you wouldnt recall" he mumbles.
(Ooc: wait, realization...if, Marc Stole damiens body.. and past marc is in future marcs body... do you think hed look at himself and have the horrific realization hes not in his own body? And is instead in the body of his bestfreind?, just a thought-)
"UH YEAH? How did I, hypothetically, do that?!" He points at Dark
(OOC: Wait that breaks my heart- and then it being explained to him that his friends as he knew them are all dead/changed )
You do seem to be acting different.. possibly your present soul is in the past, and you are here in the present, which could be dangerous present mark being in the world again..
"This is the future? What year is it.."
Mark are you from the past in your present body?
"I don't know what that means?!"
I love how the twins are poking at marc like a science project
(OOC: I know it's hilarious, and he's just clueless because all he knows is that he was about to off himself. )
You alright Mark? You seem different?
"I'm not different-"
Long time no see, Damien. I just love what you've done with yourself.
"Damien is dead. He has been for a long time. My name is dark" he said calmly. "Who might you be?"
"Dark.. That's what you call yourself now?" He hums
"I'm sure you still know who I am though~"
As soon as the voice became reognizeable dark glitched with rage "Y̴͔̩͑́́o̶̡̜̙̍̒̾͗̆̏̐̀̅ų̷̼̱̟̼̲̳̦̬̪̟̋̇̒͝." He snaps.
"W̶̧̲̥͔̖̻͙͖̥̙̯̹͓͑̀̎͌͗̒̄͗̃͂̚͝h̷̛͖͎̭̤͇̼̬̃̇̆́͐́ȃ̵̲̫̬͇̗͆t̷̢̛̖͖̘̤̣̤͚̹̯̪̰́̆̌͗̊͗̈́͝͝ͅ ̵̨͉͈̮̼̳͍͕̜̬̆̀̿͜ͅa̶̮̓̈́͐̾͐̋̌r̸̢̟̘͔͎̟͋́̾̍̄͛͌e̵̡͇̩̖͑̓̈́́͜͝ ̴̛̛̮̀̽̔̈͋͊̀͐͗͐̚ͅy̸̝̋̈̔̄́͊̔̔̒̾͛̐ö̵̡̖͎̹̥̼̩̊̾u̸̙͛̓͆̇̈́̄̿͐̈́ ̸̤̬̹͙̟̓̇d̶̹̯͎͎͉̗̀͌͒͌͊̎͘̚͝ͅo̸̡̨̧̞̳̩̯̜͚̯͉͔͒͊̇́̌͐̉̓͑i̷͔̲͙̠̺̞͔̘͌̀͒̉̽͒̓̇̓͑̈́͗͝ͅn̵̡̘̟̙̱͊͌̆͑̉̉̃̔̃̇͘͘͝g̵̨̛̦͍̹̳͓̭̫͍̖͙͚̞͗̔͌͛̒̔͛̅͘̕̕ ̸̡̛̹̻̰͙̈́̍͆̉̿́̉͌̚̚͜͝ͅh̵̨̜̪̱͇́̑̊́̓̏͛e̶̢̤̱̙̼̩̽̑͑̄̀̉̿͂́r̶̪͍̥͈͙͍̝̈́̊͋̃̚͝ẻ̴͈̈́̀!̷̗̯̠̦͕͓͚̜̖̃̚͜͜?̴̢̡̨̛̳͇͖̖͔̩̠͌̿͜͠"
(Corrupted text translation)
[You]
[What are you doing here!?]
"So aggressive."
"That question is getting boring, I just wan't to see how everyone has been." He says with a smile
"...like you dont already know." He scoffed and looks away.
"Of course I don't! You've all been hiding from me. What do you think I am? Some all knowing being?" He laughs and appears in front of Dark.
"...you certainly try to act it. As always. Keeping that show of yours going." He muttered.
"I haven't done much in a while, for your information."
"You really went all out with the monochrome, every teenager from the 2000's dream." He comments
(OOC: I think Tumblr ate the post @darkiplier-askblog :,D )
"And yet your actions are still what led us here in the first place." He hummed. "And pardon?"
(Ooc, yes it did- and work ate me lol)
"It was other peoples actions that led to my actions, therefore it's not my fault."
"You are emo Dark. I know I'm not the only one who has said it." He laughs
(OOC: Oh no! Lmao. Make sure you rest when you can. )
"Thats not how it works and you know it. And you arent. But i dont see how thats relevant" he sighed.
"It works however I want it to work. Anyway, to get to the point. I wouldn't come to you for no reason.." He mumbles
"Well I would but that's beside the point-"
"What is your point?" He asked, arms crossed.
"Why do you have to do that? This is hard enough for me as it is.."
"People keep saying that I-" He stops uncharacteristically nervous
"That I miss Damien.. and seeing as how you are partly him.. I was just experimenting with something, you know to.."
"To see if you miss him?" He asked. "Damien died the might you pried my- his. Soul out of him for your own uses. Hes not here." He whispers. Hoping marc didnt catch the slip.
"Yes, that." He gestures with his hand turning away from Dark
He tilts his head, catching the slip
"You weren't apart of the plan.."
"...what was the point of this plan to begin with?" He huffed. He never truely had the opportunity to understand.. to speak to marc about it.
“The point is that I had to make sure they couldn’t hurt anyone ever again.."
“Which she can’t anymore!” He laughs but there’s no humor behind it
He looks away. "Harm my sister.. and you didnt think id wind up wrapped up in if.." he mumbles. "Youd known me- him. Youd known him..how long?" He sighs. "And not just her. But you, will, you didnt think his freind being harmed would draw him in to protect them? To help.."
He pauses
"I knew you all my whole life-"
"So how could you claim it never cross your mind that hed try and help solve your death?, that itd tear him up. That the following demises of everyone he cares for,..that he wouldnt try and stop it..try and help..." he looked away. "...how could you leave me- him. And take everyone with you. Including his life." He looked back. "...you are clearly not the man damien thought he knew. ...tormented by the house as you were... i suppose the marc he thought he knew also died long long ago.." he sighed.
"I never said it didn't cross my mind, I simply just don't care. Serves him right anyway."
"The man Damien knew died a long time ago. You're right on with that one. The man Damien knew tore himself apart."
He then gesture to himself
"And this is what you get out of that."
"I see no point in me continuing this conversation. Perhaps i should just go. All thats here is pain." He said.
"Bleh. You can't run from your problems forever Dames." The old nicknames slips
He winced. Sighing. "Damien is dead. And has been for a long time." He reminds.
His hands suddenly shoot up to his head and his shoulders tense
"What the hell-" His voice is strained
(OOC: I don't know how he was before everything so- Bare with me ;-; )
Dark turns back to properly look at him. "Hm?" He raised a brow. Very suspicious.
(Ooc: youre good! From what ive gathered, [could be wrong] he was rather sweet, more like engineer mark, thats just what ive seen, you do you, this will be fun no matter what)
After a moment he slowly lowers his hands.
Eyes glossy like he's not fully there before they return to normal.
He looks at Dark, eyes widening and taking a step back
"..w-what are you?" His voice is quiet
(OOC: Aww. I love Engineer, and that's a good reference so I'll do something like that. Thanks! <3 )
"What happend?" He sighed. " ...dont try to fool me marc. Im exactly what you forced me to be." He whispers.
"What I forced you to- what? I don't know you.."
"Am I dead?" He looks around confused
Dark knows marc well. Knows when hes acting. Knows him to his core. Or he thought he had. Before.. that night. But this. Before him... he took a breath. "You do know me. Or you used to. What happend?, what..do you recall?" He asked. Weary. He didnt want anyone to get hurt again.
"I think I would remember someone like you, no offense or anything.."
He smiles nervously
"What I remember last.. Just being alone? I guess."
He doesn't elaborate, still weary of Dark since he doest know him.
"...i see. Hm. We didnt jump planes so..perhaps.., your soul did while your form remained here.." he mused. "Youre too...., it wouldnt be like you. To attempt to fool me in that way.. so."
"Soul jumped. What the fuck?" His voice gains some of its usual tone back in the panic
"Ah. Theres that tone i know. Yes. That seems to be the prevailing theory." He mused. "Especially if you cant recall me of all beings." He hums.
He runs a hand through his hair, strands falling loosely around his face but he can't bring himself to care right now
"You're very clearly not human.." He mumbles to himself
"Are you sure about that marc?"
@celine-askblog
"Well fuck me..."
"Celinee!" He drags her name out
"How have you been? Last time we saw each other you threw an axe at me."
"And you deserved it." She crossed her arms. "Its been better without you around. I see youve found my brother again."
"I'm wounded." Putting a hand on his chest in mock offense
"Straight to the point as always, you didn't change much."
"I found him, yes. Blah blah."
"Im sure he was thrilled to see you again. The man who killed him." She said unamused.
"He was absolutely beaming." He says deadpan
"...good to see your sarcasm is still alive." She said dryly.
"Unlike the rest of me."
"So, how are you still alive?"
"Im stubborn. And so is my brother." She said. "Not that i owe you any explnation."
"I didn't need an explanation to know that, it was made clear many years ago that you're both stubborn." He sighs
"At least you seem to recall that." She said.
He goes to make some sort of remark when suddenly he freezes.
Turning his head confused as he looks at her with blurry eyes.
(OOC: Sorry these might be bad, I have to figure out how to do him again )
"What? Its not like you to freeze up" she narrows her gaze at him. Confused.
(Ooc, youre good!)
His attention refocuses back on her
"Celine? What are you doing here?" His voice is soft with clear confusion in it
"Same thing i was doing five minutes ago when we started this conversation." She said plainly with a rise at the end of her tone. Watching him closely. Marc is an actor. He built a whole career off it. Him trying to mess with her wouldnt suprise her.
"Did I zone out or something? Because we have to been talking for 5 minutes.. We haven't talked in-"
"...a diffrent magic has effected you." She sighed. "It...hm." she looked away. "Marc?" She asked
"Yeah?" He answers automatically
"...how do you feel?" She paced closer to him. Arms folded as she scans him.
"Fine? I feel fine."
"Why are you being so weird?"
Long time no see, Damien. I just love what you've done with yourself.
"Damien is dead. He has been for a long time. My name is dark" he said calmly. "Who might you be?"
"Dark.. That's what you call yourself now?" He hums
"I'm sure you still know who I am though~"
As soon as the voice became reognizeable dark glitched with rage "Y̴͔̩͑́́o̶̡̜̙̍̒̾͗̆̏̐̀̅ų̷̼̱̟̼̲̳̦̬̪̟̋̇̒͝." He snaps.
"W̶̧̲̥͔̖̻͙͖̥̙̯̹͓͑̀̎͌͗̒̄͗̃͂̚͝h̷̛͖͎̭̤͇̼̬̃̇̆́͐́ȃ̵̲̫̬͇̗͆t̷̢̛̖͖̘̤̣̤͚̹̯̪̰́̆̌͗̊͗̈́͝͝ͅ ̵̨͉͈̮̼̳͍͕̜̬̆̀̿͜ͅa̶̮̓̈́͐̾͐̋̌r̸̢̟̘͔͎̟͋́̾̍̄͛͌e̵̡͇̩̖͑̓̈́́͜͝ ̴̛̛̮̀̽̔̈͋͊̀͐͗͐̚ͅy̸̝̋̈̔̄́͊̔̔̒̾͛̐ö̵̡̖͎̹̥̼̩̊̾u̸̙͛̓͆̇̈́̄̿͐̈́ ̸̤̬̹͙̟̓̇d̶̹̯͎͎͉̗̀͌͒͌͊̎͘̚͝ͅo̸̡̨̧̞̳̩̯̜͚̯͉͔͒͊̇́̌͐̉̓͑i̷͔̲͙̠̺̞͔̘͌̀͒̉̽͒̓̇̓͑̈́͗͝ͅn̵̡̘̟̙̱͊͌̆͑̉̉̃̔̃̇͘͘͝g̵̨̛̦͍̹̳͓̭̫͍̖͙͚̞͗̔͌͛̒̔͛̅͘̕̕ ̸̡̛̹̻̰͙̈́̍͆̉̿́̉͌̚̚͜͝ͅh̵̨̜̪̱͇́̑̊́̓̏͛e̶̢̤̱̙̼̩̽̑͑̄̀̉̿͂́r̶̪͍̥͈͙͍̝̈́̊͋̃̚͝ẻ̴͈̈́̀!̷̗̯̠̦͕͓͚̜̖̃̚͜͜?̴̢̡̨̛̳͇͖̖͔̩̠͌̿͜͠"
(Corrupted text translation)
[You]
[What are you doing here!?]
"So aggressive."
"That question is getting boring, I just wan't to see how everyone has been." He says with a smile
"...like you dont already know." He scoffed and looks away.
"Of course I don't! You've all been hiding from me. What do you think I am? Some all knowing being?" He laughs and appears in front of Dark.
"...you certainly try to act it. As always. Keeping that show of yours going." He muttered.
"I haven't done much in a while, for your information."
"You really went all out with the monochrome, every teenager from the 2000's dream." He comments
(OOC: I think Tumblr ate the post @darkiplier-askblog :,D )
"And yet your actions are still what led us here in the first place." He hummed. "And pardon?"
(Ooc, yes it did- and work ate me lol)
"It was other peoples actions that led to my actions, therefore it's not my fault."
"You are emo Dark. I know I'm not the only one who has said it." He laughs
(OOC: Oh no! Lmao. Make sure you rest when you can. )
"Thats not how it works and you know it. And you arent. But i dont see how thats relevant" he sighed.
"It works however I want it to work. Anyway, to get to the point. I wouldn't come to you for no reason.." He mumbles
"Well I would but that's beside the point-"
"What is your point?" He asked, arms crossed.
"Why do you have to do that? This is hard enough for me as it is.."
"People keep saying that I-" He stops uncharacteristically nervous
"That I miss Damien.. and seeing as how you are partly him.. I was just experimenting with something, you know to.."
"To see if you miss him?" He asked. "Damien died the might you pried my- his. Soul out of him for your own uses. Hes not here." He whispers. Hoping marc didnt catch the slip.
"Yes, that." He gestures with his hand turning away from Dark
He tilts his head, catching the slip
"You weren't apart of the plan.."
"...what was the point of this plan to begin with?" He huffed. He never truely had the opportunity to understand.. to speak to marc about it.
“The point is that I had to make sure they couldn’t hurt anyone ever again.."
“Which she can’t anymore!” He laughs but there’s no humor behind it
He looks away. "Harm my sister.. and you didnt think id wind up wrapped up in if.." he mumbles. "Youd known me- him. Youd known him..how long?" He sighs. "And not just her. But you, will, you didnt think his freind being harmed would draw him in to protect them? To help.."
He pauses
"I knew you all my whole life-"
"So how could you claim it never cross your mind that hed try and help solve your death?, that itd tear him up. That the following demises of everyone he cares for,..that he wouldnt try and stop it..try and help..." he looked away. "...how could you leave me- him. And take everyone with you. Including his life." He looked back. "...you are clearly not the man damien thought he knew. ...tormented by the house as you were... i suppose the marc he thought he knew also died long long ago.." he sighed.
"I never said it didn't cross my mind, I simply just don't care. Serves him right anyway."
"The man Damien knew died a long time ago. You're right on with that one. The man Damien knew tore himself apart."
He then gesture to himself
"And this is what you get out of that."
"I see no point in me continuing this conversation. Perhaps i should just go. All thats here is pain." He said.
"Bleh. You can't run from your problems forever Dames." The old nicknames slips
He winced. Sighing. "Damien is dead. And has been for a long time." He reminds.
His hands suddenly shoot up to his head and his shoulders tense
"What the hell-" His voice is strained
(OOC: I don't know how he was before everything so- Bare with me ;-; )
Dark turns back to properly look at him. "Hm?" He raised a brow. Very suspicious.
(Ooc: youre good! From what ive gathered, [could be wrong] he was rather sweet, more like engineer mark, thats just what ive seen, you do you, this will be fun no matter what)
After a moment he slowly lowers his hands.
Eyes glossy like he's not fully there before they return to normal.
He looks at Dark, eyes widening and taking a step back
"..w-what are you?" His voice is quiet
(OOC: Aww. I love Engineer, and that's a good reference so I'll do something like that. Thanks! <3 )
"What happend?" He sighed. " ...dont try to fool me marc. Im exactly what you forced me to be." He whispers.
"What I forced you to- what? I don't know you.."
"Am I dead?" He looks around confused
Dark knows marc well. Knows when hes acting. Knows him to his core. Or he thought he had. Before.. that night. But this. Before him... he took a breath. "You do know me. Or you used to. What happend?, what..do you recall?" He asked. Weary. He didnt want anyone to get hurt again.
"I think I would remember someone like you, no offense or anything.."
He smiles nervously
"What I remember last.. Just being alone? I guess."
He doesn't elaborate, still weary of Dark since he doest know him.
"...i see. Hm. We didnt jump planes so..perhaps.., your soul did while your form remained here.." he mused. "Youre too...., it wouldnt be like you. To attempt to fool me in that way.. so."
"Soul jumped. What the fuck?" His voice gains some of its usual tone back in the panic
"Are you sure about that marc?"
@celine-askblog
"Well fuck me..."
"Celinee!" He drags her name out
"How have you been? Last time we saw each other you threw an axe at me."
"And you deserved it." She crossed her arms. "Its been better without you around. I see youve found my brother again."
"I'm wounded." Putting a hand on his chest in mock offense
"Straight to the point as always, you didn't change much."
"I found him, yes. Blah blah."
"Im sure he was thrilled to see you again. The man who killed him." She said unamused.
"He was absolutely beaming." He says deadpan
"...good to see your sarcasm is still alive." She said dryly.
"Unlike the rest of me."
"So, how are you still alive?"
"Im stubborn. And so is my brother." She said. "Not that i owe you any explnation."
"I didn't need an explanation to know that, it was made clear many years ago that you're both stubborn." He sighs
"At least you seem to recall that." She said.
He goes to make some sort of remark when suddenly he freezes.
Turning his head confused as he looks at her with blurry eyes.
(OOC: Sorry these might be bad, I have to figure out how to do him again )
"What? Its not like you to freeze up" she narrows her gaze at him. Confused.
(Ooc, youre good!)
His attention refocuses back on her
"Celine? What are you doing here?" His voice is soft with clear confusion in it
"Same thing i was doing five minutes ago when we started this conversation." She said plainly with a rise at the end of her tone. Watching him closely. Marc is an actor. He built a whole career off it. Him trying to mess with her wouldnt suprise her.
"Did I zone out or something? Because we have to been talking for 5 minutes.. We haven't talked in-"
"...a diffrent magic has effected you." She sighed. "It...hm." she looked away. "Marc?" She asked
"Yeah?" He answers automatically