“Don’t you guys get it?! This is exactly what he wants!”
Through the bars of his prison, Jack watched as an endless
array of ideas and theories discussed Anti’s next move. He shuffled forward on
trembling legs until the chains were taut behind him, ignoring the fresh blood
seeping from under the shackles around his raw wrists.
“Please stop…” He whispered. “Please stop. Stop it. Stop!
STOP!!” There was no pause in the continuous stream. Something snapped. He drew a shaky breath and wailed in desperation;
“Why can’t you hear me?!”
Jack fell to his knees as his legs gave way. The question he
had asked himself for so long echoed over and over in his ears. Hopelessness consumed him as he realized freedom from Anti’s control never
seemed more distant. He was so sick of all this…
He looked up and saw it was Anti. Jack didn’t stand and face him, and he wondered if he no longer
had the strength to do so- or if there was any point. He tried to push the
thought away, glancing back to his community’s
predictions.
Anti followed his gaze, and chuckled. “Hǫw҉ ͟bli͢n͜d́ the̛ý are to see th̡e҉ir͘ ̴a͠ct̕io̶ns o̴nl͡y͜ co̴n̕t̡inu̶es ͝to̡ giv͝e ̸m̶e ͏p̢o͝w͏ȩr̢…̨ ̵And le̢a̛ve͘s͘ ýou ̴mơr͠e br̶oke̵n͠ da̢y by̷
da̢y.”
Jack didn’t answer, though he felt a knife stab through his
heart at the accuracy of Anti’s words. Surely by now they would know
the effect of what they’re doing, right?… Right?
“If th̀a̕t̛ ͢w͝as ̀t͘he case, ͞wh͢y c̀a̵n’t th̛e̵y ̧sto͠p them̧s͟elve̛s͝?̢ The̷y’re ͘no͡t ͘s͢tup̢id ̴Jack, the͠y̵’͢ve s͟ol͠vȩd toughe͜r rid͢dles̛ ̢before͜.” He gestured to
the cell and bloody manacles. “B̀u͘t͢ ̕why nǫţ this͏?”
Jack visibly winced. “If I knew the answer, don’t you think I
would have said it?!” He snapped, with little conviction.
Anti blinked, looking mockingly upset. “Óh͏,́ but J̢ack- ͢I ́tḩink̢ w͝e ͏bót́h ̧kno͢w̢ th͠e̷ r͠e̵as͏on; but the͝ t͟r̶uth̛ ís ̴s̷o ̡pa̧inf͘u͝l͟ t̛hàt ne̷it̡her o̶f us ̧wa̶nt̕ to ̷sày͡ wh͜y.
”
“… Truth?” Jack asked carefully. He knew deep down he shouldn’t listen, but he wanted some sort of answer. Anti walked slowly back
and forth in front of the bars, his face subtly thoughtful. He let the silence
drag on until he smirked.
Jack was horrified, he found it difficult
to breath. “N-no.” He stuttered, shaking his head. “They…
Wouldn’t- couldn’t do that!” His mind was racing. Why
thoug-
“I’m̕ ̕ţh̨e͞i̴r ̧cr̢e̕at̷i̸o͠n ̀Jack͝; th͟e͞ir fa͟vo̕r̛ite ͜bo҉y.̛ Wh̶a͟t̶ if̶ ̡they ́k̀ne͟w̷ a̢b̶out my͘ ̧‘p͏r͜etend͝in̷g’ t͠rick̨ ̡al̕l̕ a͡l͢óng̡?” Anti’s eyes glowed bright in the
darkness, and he smiled wickedly. “Àf̀te͞r a͜l͟l;̀ it’s ͠met̸hey̵’ve͟ a̸l̛w̵ay̨s̢ ̛wan͜ted͜ ͏ţo ̧s͏ee. T̵ḩi̡s is ex҉actl͢y̛ what̀ ̛t̵hey͞ w͢ánt͟!”
Jack looked at Anti, feeling numb. “But… You’re not me.” His voice wobbled, and Anti raised an eyebrow.
“So̢? ̡If̛ I can ͢s̷ti̕l̶l b͠e̴ ̷the̴re for ̡t̀h̢e̷ ͟b̢ot҉h ơf u̶s- w̶hy w͜ou̧l͢d the̶y̛ ev̨e̛r̡ ͜w͘an͠t̷ Y̛O͜U to͞ ͢c͟o̴me̶ b̡ac͠k?”
The knife cut itself through Jack’s heart and twisted deeper than ever before. As much as he tried to deny it, Anti’s claims made sense. Why would they abandon me? Don’t Imatter more than Anti?
“Fac͜ȩ i͜t, th̕ey’̵v̶e a͘lw̛ays͞
been ̀on my sid͞e; tŕyi͟ng ͜to ̛fo͟r͘get̵ y̕o͏u for̵ mé…̨ If͡ t͠hey w̧an̷teḑ t̛o s̴a̴vę yo͠u̡, then ̵w͜hy d͘o̡ t̡heý ign̛o͝ŕe y̨o̸u͜r p̕at̷hetic͜ cri͘es ͏for ̛h͠elp͢?̧” Anti’s voice suddenly lost all its
distortion. “’Help me! Please- someone
help me!! PLEASE!’” The pain was not faked, or
exaggerated.
Jack had lost count how many times he screamed those words. How
hopeful he was in the beginning; that his community would hear and save him from this nightmare,
how he hard he fought- thinking someone, anyone would listen…
“Bu ̶t n̨obody ca̛me.”
The knife twisted yet again, and with it came a spark of
anger. Not at Anti… It grew and
spread inside him like an inferno. For the first time, he accepted without doubt that this
was their fault. Jack’s head fell to his chest, and he began
to shake.
How could they let this happen?! His hands clenched into fists. I thought they cared about me!
He grit his teeth. If that was the case, why didn’t they do ANYTHING?!… Why didn’t they at least try? Anti is right.
I should never have believed their lies.
A gentle hand rested on his shoulder. “I̶’̕m s͜o͟r͡ry, J̶a̷c̛k.”
Anti sounded genuine. Jack didn’t respond, but glared at the ground through
eyes like slits.
Jack felt the rage grow within him, and realized without
concern that it felt good. He looked up.
“Yes.”
Anti smiled, and though Jack knew he should be afraid of the
gleeful expression hidden poorly on his face, that this was a huge mistake; he no
longer cared.
The world slowly faded into utter darkness. Harsh colors
suddenly blossomed across his vision, and he looked quickly away, not used to
looking at the world with his own eyes after so long. When they adjusted, Jack
found himself sitting at his desk; the camera in front of him was already up
and running with his own face taking up the entire computer screen.
Jack stared back at the image for several, silent moments. He no longer recognized himself- but it didn’t matter anymore. That wasn’t his fault.
He remembered what happened. He knew what kind of people they were.
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The last thing we hear in the series is the detective saying these words.
He is alive and recovered enough for a game of catch. And that will be possible to see on his poem(if he does have one)
o.o this actually makes a lot of sense
Who is with Damien when we first walk into the manor’s lounge?
Abe
The poems are based around the order in which the characters are presented.
Even though we don’t talk to Abe at first, he’s still the next major character we see.
Another thing: Abe isn’t one of the main 3 characters. He’s an outsider. The poem is in 3rd person POV, the view of an outsider.
But Abe doesn’t know Mark “sold his soul” Abe thinks he’s dead
Yes, but it’s possible that after all of the supernatural things that happened throughout the night, Abe could’ve put 2 and 2 together. Plus since Celine was into the Arcane Arts and such, he could’ve had an idea about the supernatural in the 4th chapter. And since he lived past the ending of the last chapter, he could’ve still looked through the house and found something to suggest that Mark hadn’t been the man he once knew.
Another thing to point out about how this could be Abe is that he and Mark were friends for years. Abe would’ve found out about how Celine cheated on Mark and how he went into a depressive episode (“His heart had lost it’s spark”). Abe would’ve known about how hurt Mark was about the situation and how unhappy he was. He wasn’t Mark anymore.
Mark uploaded DDLC…we might have a problem fbjnfkd
Uh. this … changes everything… we know about Dark, then, does it?
….
I’m confuzzled. This is…
Incoming theory!
A quick one, I promise.
“There once was a man named Mark…” Either it’s Asshole Mark, or our Mark.
“Whose heart had lost its spark.” Sounds like Asshole Mark at first, but remember that our Mark was exhausted there for awhile too. He had temporarily lost his creative ‘spark’.
“He paid the Toll and gave up his Soul.” What toll? Well, either it’s Asshole Mark’s trying to off himself over and over, and going crazy. Or… maybe it’s this:
…a classic case of possession. Dark abandoning the broken shell He’d taken for our Mark’s stronger one. Which means…
“And now he lives in the Dark.”
Guys. Guys. Dudes and dudettes.
Think about what this may mean.
That may not be Mark we’re watching.
OH. MY FUDGE THIS MAKES SO MUCH SENSE! WAIT IF THAT’S THE CASE THEN THE THINGS WE’VE BEEN GETTING SPOOKED OVER THAT’S MARK TRYING TO GET HIS BODY BACK? LIKE JACK WITH ANTI?
Could very well be! So “SAVE HIM” would mean it isn’t a plea to save Wilford.
It’s Dark mocking us.
He’s smugly telling us to save our shouty boi. That He’s in control and HE HAS MARK.
AND WE CAN’T TELL A THING BECAUSE HE CAN LOOK JUST LIKE MARK! BUT THAT WOULD EXPLAIN WHY HE’S BEEN DOING DARK’S POSE LATELY (HANDS BEHIND BACK AND KIND OF LEANING FORWARD) BECAUSE ITS ACTUALLY DARK, BEING A SMUG SHADOW DEMON/HELLGOD ABOUT THE FACT HE HAS MARK’S BODY!!
And He can sound and act like Mark too. Remember, in the “Chocolate” ending of ADWM, He seems exactly like Mark. All sweetly concerned for our welfare, comforting us after having shot the Mark on the left… until He reveals the deception.
“Oops. Looks like you made the wrong choice.”
Mark isn’t with us, and hasn’t been since the van saga. That was Dark showing us just how well He can play pretend. Showing us just how susceptible we are to His influence.
How gullible we are.
He’s gained enough power to deceive us all, for a longer period of time, without His shell cracking. And our only real clue has been that one tell: the hands behind the back pose.
EXACTLY! PERFECT IMITATION ONLY THAT ONE LITTLE TELL THAT THINGS ARE OFF AND WE. FELL, FOR. IT. WE’VE GIVEN HIM SO MUCH POWER, OH WE ARE SO DEAD XD
