Mark reached out to Pinkie, his hand crackling with energy, slowly, slowly.

And then Pinkie hammerspaced away.

"M-Mark...whats wrong..?" She asked, tears in her eyes, before she blinked. And then he was gone.

Great, now we have a weeping Mark to deal with.

"Umm...what, Voice?" Teh Pink one asked nervously, looking around in case the mad one came back.

Nothing, nothing. We need to go get James.

And with that, Pinkie and the ~~Brain~~ Voice skipped away. What they didn't notice was the tall figure on top of Sugar Cube Corner roof, the mad grin on his face getting encompassed by the darkness that was trying to take over his skin.

James was happy. Very happy. He had a Dash to his left, a coke to his right, and not a care to the world.

Time to put that right.

Pinkie came flying through the door, in a panic. Her hair was straight, and she was sobbing uncontrollably, her eyes bloodshot. Dash gasped, and rushed over to Pinkie, holding her close and nuzzling her.

"T-there's something wrong with Mark....I'm scared..."

And then they heard a dark voice whisper: "Peekaboo..."

Author's Note

Did ya miss me? ;3