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Voxhollow

Hi everyone! I've decided to take a crack at writing a fanfic featuring some of my favorite egos from Markiplier and Jacksepticeye. (I'll probably include egos from other fandoms in the future). I know I'm not entirely the best at writing but I'll do my best. In the meantime, enjoy this prologue to get a sense of what story I'm making. Thank you!

Prologue

In the sprawling metropolis in the city of Ashvale, where gears turn with purpose and steam billows from towering factories, there exists a figure shrouded in mystery and cloaked in shadows - a man known only as Dark. A successful entrepreneur with several ventures that makes him a force to be reckoned with. His silhouette is an intimidating presence amidst the flickering gas lamps and the clattering of mechanized contraptions that dominate the cityscape. As the gears of progress grind relentlessly forward, Dark emerges as both a product and a master of his time with his head held high towards his next venture into business. In this world where technology and mystique collide, it’s easy to lose one’s own self in this vast environment of advancement. People are optimistic for Ashvale’s future and look on with enthusiasm to see what will come next.

However, the seemingly prosperous façade in this city would be shattered thanks to an unknown criminal with a mysterious vendetta against Dark and the system. Come along on this tale of uncertainty, a journey of redemption or ruin, yet to unfold amidst the clinking of gears and the hiss of steam that echo through the city's forgotten corners. Enter now, if you dare, into the realm where darkness meets invention, where the line between man and machine blurs, and where this story begins.

Tags: @bookwormscififan @iamvegorott

Voxhollow

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Chapter 1: Dark

Summary: A day in the life of Dark

The trolley rattled and swayed along the iron tracks, Dark sat patiently against the seat reading today’s newspaper as the vehicle made its way to the next stop. Every once in a while he catches a glimpse of someone looking in his direction. It couldn’t be helped, no matter how ordinary he dressed in public there were always people staring at him. Dark fully believes his alluring aura is a blessing and curse. There has hardly ever been a moment of peace for Dark. Since he was born, everyone around him would say what a handsome man he is, or how terrifying his presence can be when he gets upset. This made it easy to single out which ones were genuine from the boot lickers. He always detested those kinds of people. As the trolley continued forward, Dark’s eyes wandered to his surroundings; a city with a bright future ahead. For him, it was at times too overwhelming to take in all of the advancements made so far. He often wondered what his life would be like if he decided to live a life in seclusion. Far away from the bustling, noisy city. A quiet place all to himself.

He was deep in his thoughts when he felt the trolley come to a halt and the conductor shouted out the last stop of the route. He put his thoughts aside to exit off the trolley to go to his destination, Gearmore Industries LTD. A large company with a skyscraper to match, along with other major entities under the same name engraved on the sign. Dark quickly slipped into the building, making sure no one was following him. Stepping into a private elevator catered only to a handful of people in his life and pressed the button to the top floor. Entering his main office, he started to prepare his afternoon cup of coffee, unaware a certain guest had already made themself at home.

“So how did the meeting with that airship company go?” It was Wilford, one of the few close confidants he can call a friend. 

“It went about as well as you expected.” There is a hint of sarcasm in his tone of voice, one that Wil knew very well. 

“One of those meetings huh? Ah well, you can’t get them all Dark. After all there’s only so much one man can grasp.” Wilford said. In spite of Wil’s peculiar nature he does have his moments of wisdom. Something that Dark cherished from the people he trusted. 

“You really are something else you know that Wil. How are the numbers on the stock market?” Dark sat on his desk, slowly taking a sip from his mug as reads the latest reports on the Bell St stocks.

“According to the latest report, the numbers are slightly going up with you still in the lead with the most investors and the output of your companies are also increasing with the masses asking for more of the products you sell.” Wilford said. 

“Hmm.” Dark responded as he scanned through the records.“There was a headline in the newspaper about another arson case on Saturday night at a major bank, Stoneworth Bank. According to the news article I read, the latest attack has caused panic among their customers. A great number of them swarmed the building, trying to withdraw their funds yesterday morning, only to have the bank freeze their accounts today.” Dark said casually.

It was the third attack against an organization in the last two months. Each time the unknown assailant struck, they left their mark with the word ANTI in graffiti. With this recent attack, the people of Ashvale were now fearful of when and where Anti would strike next. 

“I must say, whoever this Anti fellow is, they sure know what the hell they’re doing.” Wilford said, standing up from his position on the couch.

“It is rather intriguing that the police haven’t caught this culprit. I wonder when he’ll strike again.” Dark mused.

“Now hold on, we don’t know if the criminal is a he, after all some women in the right circumstances can cause quite a bit of damage too.” Wilford said, entertaining the idea of Dark’s curiosity towards these events.

“Oh I have a strong feeling they are a he, in spite of what the public thinks of him, I find this perpetrator rather interesting.” Dark said with a slight smirk on his face.

Wilford was slightly puzzled by this statement, and he thought he was the slightly unhinged one.

“Dark, surely you’re kidding me right, aren’t you a little worried about this? Every time this delinquent strikes he gets bolder. I wouldn’t be surprised if you are his next target.” Wilford voiced with a look of his concern at Dark’s nonchalance. Dark set down his paper to look up at him.

“Wilford, I wouldn’t be surprised if he did either, hell for all we know he’s planning to blow up one of my factories right now. But, I am not relaxed about this situation, far from it actually.” Dark said, walking over to his view of the city, giving himself a moment to think. “Have you ever questioned why this person goes against these other organizations? He’s clearly trying to send a message to society. What the message is, I don't know. These events have truly piqued my interest.” Dark explained further about his appeal towards Anti.

“Maybe you’d like to meet this lunatic to ask him?” Wilford questioned, starting to think Dark is losing his mind or he’s really bored with his life. It could be both for all he knows.

“Not at all.” He chuckled. “Truthfully I’d rather avoid him. I would not want to get involved in anything unnecessary that hinders my operations. Rest assured old friend, I’m not underestimating or being ignorant about this. I'll send an alert to all of the factories to increase the security until the criminal is caught and this problem is resolved.” He says, patting Wil on the shoulder to give the extra assurance as he makes his way to the phone.

Wilford sighed. “If you say so Dark. I'm just saying to be careful about all of this. The last thing we want is to attract negative vibes from this and have it bite us in the ass, especially you.” He felt slightly better after hearing Dark would ramp up the security.

“Wilford, don’t forget I made reservations for us at the Gearitz Club after six tonight.” Dark called out from the next room.

Wilford chuckled slightly, maybe he was overthinking it. After all, what were the chances Anti is planning to blow up one of the factories at this very moment. Wilford put his worries aside to help Dark with the rest of his work. 

Meanwhile, in the shadows of the city, a figure shrouded in darkness was meticulously planning his next attack, the Gearmore Cogwheel factory. “H̷̨̘̘̦̀e̷̙̺̠̠̔̓͋ẖ̴̲̲́̆͗̒͂e̴̳̓͑͌h̴̳͖̗͗ȅ̶̖͓̰̟ͅ.̷͔̹̫̲̤̐̉̚ ̴͇̤̱͐̽̃͗̌J̵̡̓́͌u̷̟͇͑̂̈̈͘ṡ̷͕͎̼̀̿́̕t̷͔̹̞̭͂̑̾ ̷̹͐̊͝ỵ̸̻̩̹͊͛̓́͌o̴̝͑̍u̸̡͂͊̀̕͝ ̴̝͗͐̈̔͘ẘ̷͚̮̇̂̑͠ǎ̶͚̍i̷̦͒͒͛͘ͅt̷̢̺͕̍̂͑̾̕ ̷̛̭͍̮̙̈́D̵̡̩̳̀̾͆̐̑a̷̗͓͛͒̏̎r̶̥̉͋͂̓̋k̴̤̇̚.̵̹̞̬̤̕ ̸̡͚͕͙͆̾͠J̸͇̳̯͖̀͘ū̷̬̻̪͂̾̃̄s̸̮̮̭̾ṯ̷̘̱̪̃͒̈̈́̈ ̵̺̭̽̒̈́ỷ̸̫̭̜̟̽o̵̺̩̊u̴̢̨̞̳͔̽͑ ̷͇̰̆̓w̸̧̡̩̗̐a̵̩̺̽̾ȋ̵̼͚̰͂̊̈̎t̷̮̾!̴̨̼̺̯̣̓̀ ̸͇̰̳͛͊H̸̛͓͖̣̭̳̄̓̇ā̶̹̞̹̫̜̃͒̑h̵̞͂̐̌̓̚a̷̢͍͓̲̓̊̕h̸̦̰̟͌̒̀͗ä̸̧̛͚̍h̴͈̼̤̥̉̈́a̵̘͒̊́͆͜͝!̶͔̈́̾͠ "Anti said this as he threw a knife at a wall. His laughs travel throughout the alley carrying a hint of madness, a symphony of amusement tinged with the darkness that surrounds him. Each chuckle reverberates like a haunting melody, bouncing off the damp bricks and dancing through the chilly night air. To those who heard, it is an unsettling sound, frightening them into scuttling away from the echoes in the dark alley.

The stage is now close to being set and all of the players will fall into place. The questions will soon be asked, who is the monster and who is the man? Will both fall prey to their own demons? Or perhaps these two are more alike than they want to believe?

Stay tuned to find out…

Tags: @bookwormscififan @iamvegorott

Voxhollow

Link to Prologue

Link to 1st Chapter

Chapter 2: Anti

Summary: A deeper dive into Anti's method of madness and backstory.

TW: Graphic depictions of violence and blood.

Once there was a boy named Anthony, the oldest of three brothers which included, JJ and Robbie. His family started as middle class. A series of unfortunate events led the family to a fall from grace leaving them poor and giving them no choice but to live in the Lower End of the city. The residents were hardly treated as normal people; rather they were being looked down on as an eyesore to the upper class. It was those harsh things and many more that made Anthony see a dark side to this city, where wealth was everything and human feelings meant nothing, especially to those in charge.

Anthony had crushing responsibilities as the eldest child to help provide for his family. They increased when he lost his father due to a workplace accident and his mother dying from a disease caused by the toxic fumes from the job she worked at. After the death of their mother, the brothers were left to fend for themselves. The brothers struggled to survive on the streets, often having to scrounge food in the trash to eat and sleep in abandoned buildings to escape the already harsh streets. Despite their hardships, they always looked out for one another, even as Anti’s hatred towards the upper class grew.

One chilly evening, as the brothers huddled together beneath a tattered blanket, a group of volunteers discovered them. Their hearts filled with compassion at the sight of the three vulnerable boys. They reached out to the brothers, offering warm meals, clean clothes, and a safe place to rest. At first, Anthony was wary, his instincts telling him to protect his brothers from disappointment and betrayal. But he realized it would be better for him and his brothers to take shelter instead of being on the streets for another cold winter’s night. He reluctantly let the volunteers lead them to the shelter, not knowing this would be one of the best decisions he ever made.

Slowly, the walls around their hearts began to crumble, and the brothers allowed themselves to hope for a brighter future. They found solace in the shelter's embrace, forging bonds with the other orphans who became like brothers to them. It was the happiest the brothers felt in a long time.

As the years went by, all three brothers grew into fine young men. Anthony at 27, was refining the hacking skills he secretly learned when he was younger. JJ at 24, was an aspiring actor waiting for the chance to be in a big movie. Robbie at the young age of 18, was still a little undecided about his future but his brothers supported him nonetheless. They eventually moved into a small apartment and even though it wasn’t the best, it was a place they could call home. The future was looking bright for them, with the dream they would get out of the area and live comfortably in the city.

But the unpredictability of life would rear its ugly head again and their world would come crashing down. A representative from a corporation had announced they were giving a 90 day notice to residents to leave their homes to make way to build a factory that deals with toxic waste disposal. The trio of brothers joined the protests against the new factory, battling the corporate hired goons determined to quash any dissent and bad press, but the bodyguards that came along showed otherwise.

After the dust settles and the adrenaline fades, all that remains is the stark reality of the aftermath—a landscape scarred by violence and the indelible marks of conflict. Broken bodies laid all around. Anti was left with a black eye and a plethora of bruises varying in intensity and size, blooming like dark blossoms all over his body. Each bruise throbbed with a dull ache with every movement he made to stand up. JJ had a broken nose and lacerated lip tasting the metallic liquid as it stained his whole face. Robbie was knocked unconscious from the few punches he took before going down. His older brothers slowly staggered in spite of their swollen joints protesting with each movement, to help their inert brother get serious help from one of their closest friends Dr. Henrik. When they arrived at his home, he immediately went into action to help the brothers. He knew he had a long week ahead of him.

Both Anti and JJ sat by their brother's bedside as they waited for him to regain consciousness. It took Robbie nearly half a day to awaken from his blackout, his mind reeling from the onslaught of blows and trauma. His thoughts were disjointed as he tried to ask his brother’s what had happened. Henrik explained calmly to Robbie what had happened to all of them. The memory that they were going to lose their home came crashing in like a tidal wave. Robbie couldn’t hold back his tears pouring through his bandaged face. Anti and JJ did their best to comfort him during his recovery despite themselves feeling despondent and resigned they were going to be homeless again. That was when Anthony decided enough was enough and he was going to get even with the people that treated them all like shit.

After a few weeks of recovering from his own injuries, Anthony set his plan into motion. He carried out his first scheme in the late hours of the night by targeting the same corporation planning to destroy their home. It took time, but he was able to infiltrate the building by disabling the security system and placing homemade explosives all over the place. But not before he stole the funds from a conveniently placed safe in the office.

With the stolen cash in one hand, he walked out the building, reached into his pocket, pulled out a device and pressed a button. Immediately a deafening roar and a blinding explosion erupted from within the heart of the building. Flames danced hungrily, devouring everything in their path as billowing plumes of smoke spiraled into the sky like dark tendrils reaching for the heavens. The force of the blast rippled outward, shattering windows into a million glittering shards that rained down upon the streets below like a deadly hailstorm. It was a beautiful destructive sight to behold.

Anthony left the scene and walked home slowly thriving on the new feeling of schadenfreude, the smirk on his lips soon turning into a crooked smile, cackling at the misery he gave to those smug assholes. He was now a criminal and he didn’t want to stop; instead, he wanted to do more to give them all a taste of their own medicine, to make them feel the pain he felt when everybody turned their backs on his family all those years ago. He thought of his brothers and the harsh realization of the danger he had put them in for his crime. He knew deep down he had to leave his family, no matter the heartbreak.

He went back to the apartment and peeked into JJ and Robbie’s room to see both of them still fast asleep. He quietly leaves a note and placed two money bags discreetly under his bed. He stood in silence between his brothers beds, taking in how peaceful they both looked. Anthony wished he could have done more to help them. He wished his parents were still here to scold him for his actions, to tell him to think about what his brothers would say about his behavior. But that’s all they were, wishes. Wishes can only get one so far. Anthony was now dead, he would now be known as Anti. He tiptoed out of the room not before he looked back. With tears streaming down his eyes, he whispered to his brothers, “Goodbye…”

Morning came and JJ woke up to see Robbie in his bed. He grimaced at the twinge of pain from his back and sat up in his bed. Glancing to his left he saw his older brother gone, but thought that he was doing an early morning errand. He got out of bed to make some coffee and turned on the TV, which lit up with breaking news of an arson attack the previous night. JJ's eyes widened and panic started surging through him, assuming the worst as he looked all around the apartment to find out where Anthony went. He stopped in his tracks when he heard Robbie’s cries. He went back to their room to find Robbie on Anthony’s bed. Robbie was crying into his pillow, JJ was puzzled.

Trying his best to speak, JJ’s rough voice came out as, “Robbie, what's wrong?”

Robbie lifted his head to reveal a red splotchy face riddled with tears, he was gulping air as he tried to answer. “A-A-Anthony is gone!” Robbie said as he started sobbing louder into the pillow.

“What? What are you talking about!?” JJ raised his voice louder, feeling the rapid pulse in his ears wondering if this was just a sick joke Robbie and Anthony were pulling on him.

“Re-re-read the letter.” Robbie said, squeezing his pillow even harder to block out his crying.

JJ saw the envelope in front of Robbie and he quickly snatched it to read it for himself. JJ read the note slowly, it read the following.

“Dear Jameson and Robert, by the time you read this note I will be long gone. I’m so sorry for leaving you two like this. I am taking a dark path that I don’t want either of you to follow. The last thing I want is to see you two get hurt because of me. I know what you're going to say, that I’m a coward, that I’m selfish for leaving, that I’m doing this because I don’t love you. You’d be right, I am a coward and selfish, but don’t ever think I don't love you. JJ, I’m sorry for doing this to you. You always were the best brother a man could ask for. Robbie, always stay true to yourself. Don't ever change for anyone. Please promise me, that you two will always look out for each other. I don’t expect you to ever forgive me for doing this, I also don’t know if we’ll ever see each other again but know this. I will always love you two no matter where we are in this world, nothing breaks the bond we have together so please, be better men than I’ll ever be. I love you.” - Anthony "P.S I left a little fortune under my bed, even though it won’t fix my mistakes, but I hope you two use it well."

JJ was shaking, his vision blurry from the tears in his eyes. He crumpled the paper in his hand and threw it on the ground. He was angry. Why would Anthony do this to them? What did they do to deserve this pain? Did he really expect a little money would smooth this all over? All these questions kept racing through as he fell to his knees, pounding the floor in anger over and over, not caring how much pain it caused him.

Suddenly, he felt an arm wrap around him. “NO! Please stop, I don't want to see you like this!” Robbie shouted, wrapping the rest of his body around JJ to stop him from hurting himself even further. JJ snapped out his fit to wrap his arms around Robbie. They stayed in each other's embrace as they cried out to their now gone brother. Little did they know, that they would soon find out why Anti left them in the months that followed and that their lives would change forever.

And now Anti is getting ready to make his next strike against the newest player in his twisted game, Dark. Anticipation builds in him contemplating the chaos that will happen, unaware his brothers were still keeping out the hope their older brother would someday come back home.

Tags: @luxuriadanti @iamvegorott @bookwormscififan

Happiest of Birthdays to the one and only @iamvegorott !!! It's been great getting to know you this past year and I hope they're many more birthdays to come! 🖤

First day back at school. I'm still working on the next chapter for Voxhollow. The following chapters might take longer to make as I'll have a lot of work to do. Thank you all for your patience and I'm going to try my best to deliver more chapters! 💗

Voxhollow

Link to Prologue

Link to Previous Chp

Chapter 3: Ripples of Change

It had been about a month since the last arson attack took place in Ashvale. The sudden gap of peace and quiet didn’t quell the people’s fears, rather they intensified. Everyone could only speculate who would be the next target of Anti’s reign of terror. A handful of people had the dim hope Anti was done with his villainy and the city could return to its blissful state of ignorance. 

Dark knew that wasn’t the case. Much like any criminal mastermind, they always took a break in between their escapades, the next job being bigger than the last. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t concerned about this. Always discreetly attending all of the morning meetings about any reports related to suspicious activities at his establishments along spending his afternoons personally inspecting the buildings himself incognito. Each time nothing came up. He couldn’t shake off this sickly feeling building in his gut. Dark knew this paranoia wasn’t worth losing sleep over. He was just being cautious is all. At least that’s what he wanted to believe. 

Wilford noticed the changes in his demeanor and became worried. It was the littlest things he could pick up on. He wanted to say something to Dark, but he wasn’t sure how to approach him. He knew he would tell Wilford not to worry about him and that would be the end of the conversation. He sighed and put a hand through his suave pink hair getting ready for another day at the office. He stepped over to the door and took a deep breath. “Another day, another dollar.”

Walking to the office, Wilford fully takes in the surroundings. A city that keeps moving forward, a place with bright aspirations for the future, the perfect target for someone to smash into pieces. Wilford knew even this city was not free of its flaws no matter how much people try to deny it. He doubts anyone believes Anti is done with his spree of arson. Ignorance leads to nothing but trouble. His thoughts then begin to linger about the same kind of people always jumping to conclusions about everything and everyone; it makes him feel slightly frustrated about his own experiences with those same individuals. Sure he might present himself as an eccentric goofball but hardly anyone ever gives him a chance to really get to know him better. Instead people just write him off as an idiot who is extremely lucky he’s friends with such a powerful figure. Dark has assured him time and time again that’s not the case at all, he does sometimes wonder how Dark puts up with him and his sporadic behavior.

Wilford snaps out of his thoughts when he hears the loud whistle of a traffic signal. He brushes those feelings aside and crosses the street. Along the way someone nearly bumps into him hurriedly walking in the opposite direction. Strange, he thought. “I wonder why they’re in such a hurry, it's only eight in the morning? Eh oh well must be late for work or something.” He heads into the office, greeting all of the receptionists as he makes his way to the top floor.

When the door opens he is greeted with the sight of Dark preparing coffee and some toast. He took in a deep breath taking in the intricate aroma of a morning brew. A warm comforting embrace to truly wake him up. He headed over to the kitchenette to prepare his share of breakfast.

“Good Morning Wilford.” Dark said as he poured coffee into his mug, black coffee with only two cubes of sugar was his go to in the morning.

“And a good morning to you my friend! How are you doing on this fine day?” Wilford responded. He proceeded to make his own mug of coffee with a boatload of cream and sugar. It sometimes sent a shiver up Dark’s spine, wondering how Wil could take so much sugar early in the morning. He took another sip of his own slightly bitter drink, walking towards his desk to take a seat.

“Same as always. And you?” Dark asked, taking his seat to look at last night’s reports from security. 

Wilford took notice of this action and internally sighed. He felt that now would be the right time to say something.

“Just dandy!” Wilford exclaimed. He walked over to where Dark was and faced him. He took a deep breath and sighed. Oh boy. Whenever Wil did this, Dark knew he was being serious about something.

“Damien. I’m sure you don’t want to hear this, but I'm starting to get a little worried about you. I know what you’re going to say, that I’m worried about you over nothing, but clearly this Anti criminal is starting to drive you up the wall. Please Dark talk to me, tell me how you really feel about all of this. It is just you and me.”

Dark felt a twinge of frustration course through his body. He usually didn’t like dealing with his own emotions or talking about them. However, bottling up emotions is never a healthy habit for anyone. So, just this once he felt he could partially share what he was feeling. 

“William. I understand your concerns over my seemingly anxious behavior about this miscreant. I am truly just taking the extra steps needed to be absolutely safe about this ongoing problem.”

Wilford wasn’t fully convinced of this. Dark could tell by the look on his face. He took a slight pause and walked towards Wil. 

“Wil, while it might seem I am being paranoid, it is only fair I feel overly cautious, I have a strong feeling that Anti’s next plan is going to be bigger than the last and it’s only fair to assume… I’m the next target.”

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Voxhollow

Link to Prologue

Link to Previous Chp

Chapter 4: Culmination

Wilford wasn’t sure how to respond to what he had just said. “Dark we don’t know for sure that you're Anti’s next target. It’s not like he’s made any proclamation, why don’t you take a few days off to take your mind off things?” Dark chuckled.

“I wish I could old friend but this company doesn’t run by itself. Besides, I don't exactly trust anyone except you to take over.” Wilford made a big sigh when he heard this. He always knew Dark was stubborn; once he sets his mind on something he sticks with it. It's been this way ever since they were kids.

“Dark-”

“Wilford please, I don't want to talk about this anymore. We have more important matters to deal with.” Dark went back towards his desk as he said this. Wilford looked totally defeated. He was really worried about Dark at this point. He wished for just this once that Dark listened to reason. Dark noticed Wil had a downcast look on his face. Dark internally sighed. He hated to see his friend this way. Maybe he is being a bit much about this. 

“How about this? I’ll do one patrol at only one of my factories tonight and that will be it.” Wilford closed his eyes and made a deep exhale through his nose. This was probably the best he was going to get out of Dark, he thought. “Okay, but please do get some more rest and don’t stay out too late.” Dark wasn’t entirely sure he could keep that promise.

“Okay I will. Now then shall we move on to business?” Dark gestured. Wilford gave a smile and went straight to work.

The rest of the day went by smoothly and at five in the evening it was time to go home. Wilford wanted to convince Dark to go to the bar with him, but Dark politely refused and said his goodbyes.

It was eleven at night and Dark was patrolling the halls of his first factory he opened ten years ago, The Gearmore Cogwheel factory. It was a project that took years to construct. Dark had put in his blood, sweat, and tears into this place. Even though it wasn’t as grand as his newer factories are, it still held a place in Dark’s heart. His mind went back to the time when Wilford did the ribbon cutting for the grand opening. It put a smile on his face remembering the old days. Dark took a moment then snapped out of his thoughts to focus on the task at hand.

Now being close to midnight Dark was still at the factory. Nothing was heard or seen in the time he had been there. Wilford was right, maybe he was overthinking this too much. With a heavy sigh he decided to leave but not without one last go around. Absolutely nothing. Feeling satisfied, he made his way out towards the exit. Unbeknownst to him, Anti was hiding in the shadows. He waited for Dark to get some distance away from the building. When Dark was far away enough, Anti put his plan in place.

As Dark was walking towards his car, he all of sudden started to get a sickly feeling as the hairs stood on the back of his neck. He stood in place and looked back at the building. He stared at it for a minute and scoffed. “Yeah right.” 

He kept walking until the ear-piercing sound of an explosion filled his ears. He clutched his head, falling to his knees as his ears were filled with a deafening ring. It would take him a few minutes to gather himself and get a clearer picture of the sight before him. The factory was now on fire. Dark ran back to the building to see it engulfed in flames. He just stood there in complete and total shock from what he was seeing. Everything around him had gone silent. He felt numb, thoughts swirling. All of the memories of the past; gone in an instant. Dark didn’t even hear the sirens of the fire department as they arrived to put out the fire. Dark thought he could hear someone talking to him, but he just couldn’t think, he couldn't feel anything. He felt his knees give out and started seeing black spots. His vision started to fade, catching a glimpse of the inferno roaring through the rest of his factory, a tear escaping his eye as the world turned black.

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