19 Dark and Anti? Thank you!!
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Trigger warnings for blood and death mentions
Prompt 19: “I can’t control it.”
“So.” Dark surveyed the damage, hands clasped behind his back, tight enough for his knuckles to pale, then turned a withering glare upon the two men before him. “Does anyone want to explain what happened?”
The set was a wreck; blood spattered hot pink-colored walls and flickering neon signs. The prize wheel squeaked its way around one more snail-slow rotation, its ceaseless clicking thankfully now beginning to die. No less than five bodies littered the studio, draped over props or podiums or merely sprawled across the floor.
The only sign that Wilford and Anti had been involved at all was the simple fact that they were *there.* And considering how they sat– both neatly perched on the elevated platform holding the podiums, Wilford with his ankles crossed and an angelic smile on his face, Anti slouched over his knees, looking bored– that simple fact was more than enough for Dark.
“Well?” He demanded.
“I’ve never killed anybody,” Wilford huffed, at the same time Anti protested, “I can’t control it. It’s a reflex.”
Dark’s eyebrows rose slowly. “A reflex?” He addressed Anti first, turning the full force of his ire upon him. It had a visible effect; Anti shrank back a millimeter, managing to look sheepish.
Wilford, however, was unaffected. “They’ll be up and about in no time, Darkie. I’ve no idea why you have such a stick up your ass.”
Dark’s eyes narrowed. He spun on one heel, utterly done with their bullshit. “Katherine will hear about this.”
Wilford moaned, a loud, drawn-out, overdramatic exclamation. “If you do this I will never forgive you.”
Dark waved a hand, already making for the executive office. “I think I’ll live.”
“Who the fuck’s Katherine?” Anti asked, as Dark disappeared into the office and Wilford slumped into a pout.
