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Dark could tell someone new was coming. He had learned to read the signs in the house.
The creak of the walls, the near imperceivable shift, the slight tension within the air. All indications that the manor itself breathed in anticipation.
Yes, someone new was coming. And by the look of things, they would be here soon. He needed to work out preparations.
With one step he teleported from his office to one of the many nooks in the manor. As he expected, he found who he was looking for there. Googleplier was a creature of habit after all.
He was tucked away in a corner armchair, doing whatever it was androids who dreamed of world destruction did. Google's eyes snapped towards Dark as he appeared.
“What?” He snapped curtly. Never one for small talk.
“I need you and your copies to look for any new rooms. If you find one, update the floorplan. You know the drill by now.”
The mansion always seemed to gain new rooms when a new occupant was going to show up. It just became a matter of tracking down where it would show up in a building that already didn't make sense.
Google hummed staticly, “I had hoped we were done with this. It takes away focus from our objectives.” before stalking off to complete his task. Dark couldn't help but agree.
The task of finding and listing rooms always fell to the android. Though Google made it clear he didn't enjoy it. The benefits of having four bodies and having the processing power of a supercomputer meant he could do it the most effectively.
Dark resisted rolling his eyes, he had learned to accept the robot's rough personality. He moved on to his next item on his list.
He teleported again, this time to the Host's study. Said man sat at his desk muttering under his breath.
“Darkiplier comes to the Host hoping for information on the arrival of a new ego. He wants to know what to expect. The Host tells him,”
The Host turned his head towards Dark's vague direction, like he had woken from a trance. This time he spoke to address him.
“You should tell the doctor to be ready. A man will appear at noon tomorrow on the doorstep, he will need medical attention. You should take one of the clinic's biohazard bags.”
Dark's mouth thinned to a line. “A messy one then?” Cleaning up blood was such a chore. It was so hard to get out of the carpet.
The Host chuckled, “Oh you'll see.” His mouth turned to a slight frown. “This one is going to be quite the process. Make sure Dr. Iplier is prepared for emergency care, severe emergency care.”
“Of course…” He did not groan but that would accurately convey his feelings at the moment. With an unseen nod, he responded “Thank you, Host.”
The Host turned back to his desk and went back to muttering under his breath. Dark left him to his work.
For a final stop, Dark teleported to the door of Dr. Iplier's self-assigned office.
He had learned that appearing directly in the room was unappreciated. Somehow privacy still mattered in this mess of a mansion.
His knock was answered and he walked in to stand across from the doctor.
“The Host says that you should prepare for emergency treatment tomorrow.”
Dr. Iplier pulled at a filing cabinet that refused to open. Only half paying attention to Dark.
“Ah, I'm not surprised. We're about due for a stabbing incident, or an explosion… or a poisoning. I don't have anything for snakes. Did he say if it was snakes?”
Dark watched, partially amused yet uninterested, as the doctor gave the cabinet a kick. He hadn't wanted anything getting out about a potential new ego without proof.
However, the Host had now confirmed it along with him arriving tomorrow. If anyone should know now, it was the doctor.
“No, at least he didn't specify such. We'll be getting a new member tomorrow. Apparently he'll be bringing medical problems straight to us.”
That piqued Iplier's interest as he paused his useless assault on the cabinet.
“Really? It's been a while, I almost thought we weren't getting anymore. I'll have to start a new file.”
He grabbed a pen and some paper, then started scribbling something. After a moment he went back to the cabinet and seemed almost surprised it still wasn't open.
Dark chose to finally intervene. He grabbed the handle, and with only the mildest use of writhing shadow, pulled it open.
“Yes. Host said it would be severe. I would bet he meant surgery. Speaking of that, where are the biohazard bags?”
The doctor pointed and Dark pulled one out.
“He said noon. Be ready for anything.”
With that he went back to his room. He stared at the red bag he was still holding. Dark frowned at it like it was the cause of all his problems.
He had a bad feeling about this.