"I can't fooking believe you..." Anti paced around with a scowl on his face. Dark was casually leaning back on a table located in their dinning room.

"Personally, I don't see what's wrong. I missed our old shack in Hell," He smirked a bit.

"WELL GUESS WHAT?! WE COULD BE HERE FOREVER IF YOU JUST FOOKING DID WHAT I SAID FOR ONCE!?" Anti snapped loudly, stopping to glare at Dark.

"Well, big shocker, I've listened once or twice." Dark stood up. "And I've got another gift for you."

"Oh really? I'm starting to think you care more about the operation than you let on," Anti said as Dark walked past.

"Never said I didn't take an interest," He shrugged and hurried around the living room up the stairs. Anti stopped at the bottom and looked up, placing his hands on his hips as he waited.

"Catch," A boxy black item with dark blue highlights suddenly dropped down. Anti gasped as he caught it and immediately began scanning it.

"NO FUCKING WAY," His face lit up like a child on Christmas Eve. Dark smile lightly as he walked down.

"I take it you like it?"

"Do you know what this mean!?" Anti rushed up the steps and into his room. He sat on a swivel chair and quickly unscrewed a wall to his machine. He slowly set the box upright into the slot and hooked up a few brightly colored wires. He closed it and set the screws back in, standing up.

"What does it mean?" Dark asked as he folded his arms and leaned against the threshold. Anti had been babbling on about the missing battery, and he finally got it. Now Dark wanted to know why he was so desperate to get it.

Anti turned around with a vicious smile and a dark look to his face. He gently laid a hand on his machine in satisfaction. "It means, Dark, that they're as good as dead."

~~_~~Time Skip~~_~~

(First Person for once)

I slowly opened my eyes, and they immediately fell on a dark figure in front of me. I blinked a bit before gazing around. I lifted a hand and pressed it against the glass, curious of how I was here.

"Hello," The man stepped around and stopped near the glass.

"Hi...?" I blinked in surprise at my own voice. It had a sort of tinge to it, though I had yet to learn what accent it was.

"Ah, he speaks." The man tipped his head a bit. "I wonder what your physical strength is."

"What?" I ask.

"Everything will be told in good time," The stranger placed a hand on the glass. I stepped back when I saw a sort of dark wisp come from it.

"What is that?" I couldn't help but bend down a bit and hesitantly whisk it around with my finger like a cat would paw at a toy.

"Darkness," He replied. I felt my curiosity rise as I scooped it around in my hand. Something inside told me this is what I was meant for. I gently pushed the gas out and watched it float. I waved a hand, and it shifted around on my control.

"I see you are already growing accustom with it."

"How can I get this?" I asked as I cupped my hands around it. When I opened them, the gas had vanished.

"I'm not sure why I should bother..." The man rolled his oddly colored eyes and stepped back.

"No!" I pressed against the glass. "I need to know,"

My eyes flashed a dark red as I watched him expectantly. He smirked a bit and rested a hand on a black machine that was hooked up to the glass cage.

"Good. I can see you know your own purpose," He gently gripped a blue switch between his index and thumb.

That's when I finally noticed drawings covering the wall on a board just above the machine. They all had the same sort of design; a tall man with dark golden hair and eyes with black backgrounds and golden pupils. He had black circles around those eyes and wore a wristband with an upward stretched hand with it fingers curling inward.

I glanced down and, in the last few seconds I remained unconscious, saw that I wore the wristband. I was him.

'One, two, three... Are there more? We shall see...

One dooms the fate of another, going in an endless chase. But you've left someone behind in your own blind haste.

Now, as they stumble and fall, you know you are the blame for it all.

If you had just stopped, just stretched out a hand. But now he is gone, replaced with a new brand.

You know you cannot fight a friend, no matter the circumstances. Though to defeat you must crawl through dark spiteful glances.

To you its ages, maybe a year. But back at home, the time lost is none, though the next confrontation draws near.

Be warned of the Antidote, Darkness, Death, and Psycho. If you fail, you all shall go.'

"You ready?" Sign's voice interrupted the abrupt thought. It was promptly erased from Jack's mind as he nodded at her. She slowly walked away as Jack took a breath and stepped up beside Mark to begin the charity livestream.

Super late and I'm writing this. Why? Because SLEEP IS FOR THE WEEEAAAKKK!

Anyways, I'm still deciding on what to call the sequel. Either,

A Returning Evil

Or,

Dark Descent.

Maybe you could vote in the reviews. (I'll keep the review question on either title up for about five days [or less, I'm pretty impatient XP])

Anyways, Adios Amigos :3