Mark Sighed, "What's His Problem?" Jack Asked. "I Did Things To Him..." Dark Said, He Didn't Sound Happy Or Chill. "Are You Okay, Dark?" Mark Asked, "I'm Fine." The Demon Responded With, Storming Away From The Two. Mark And Jack Tried Opening Anti's Door, It Was Locked. Anti Was Busy Reading His Chapter Book, Sighing. The Creature Got Up And Changed Into His Pajamas, Then Crawling Into Bed And Closing His Eyes. Jack Yawned, "It's Ten PM, Mark. I'm Going To Bed." The Small Male Said, Going Into His Room. Mark Sighed Again, Going To Dark's Room To See If He Was Okay. Dark Looked At A Picture Frame On His Dresser Of Comics, It Was Of Him And Anti At A Park The Visited A Few Months Ago. Dark Made A Disgusted Face And Placed The Picture Down, Hearing Mark Open His Door. "Bluetooth, What Do You Want?" The Demon Sneered, "I Want To Know What's Going On With You And Anti." The American Said. "Fine. Me And Anti Are Going Through A Phase, That's What Happen When Septic Creatures And Smoke Demons Go Through If They're Together, Me And Anti Are Fighting Because Most Septic Creatures Like Him... Are Insecure, And Boring People. And Really, Smoke Demons Can Be Anything They Want To Be. They Can Be Regular, Weird, Crazy, Poetic, Smart, Insecure, And Laid Back, Like Me. And We Smoke Demons Choose This Way To Be Unique. And, The Septic Creatures, Ugh, All They Do Is Drink Tea And Read Books! Ugh. Even Though I Used To Be A Poet And I Used To Be Polite, I Freaking HATED Poetry!!!!" Dark Explained, Getting Tired. "I Gotta Rest, I'm Feeling Tired..." The Demon Shooed Mark Out Of His Room And Locked His Door, Throwing Himself Onto His Bed. The American Sighed And Walked To His Room, Going To Bed, Like The Rest.