"Perhaps I'm the crazy one." Darkiplier suggests, an eerie grin on his face as his body shifts into three replicas of himself, then back to 'normal'. "Perhaps.. we've met a hundred times already, and you simply don't remember it." He says nonchalantly, starting to walk towards a table within the empty void. The demon then speaks words that register in your head, but quickly leave within seconds. You don't care about that. You recognise him. But not as Darkiplier. But someone.. else.