They Keep On Using Me (Darkiplier x F!Reader)
What tf is up, Kyle?! Hello, hi, how are ya? So, I basically binged all of Markiplier’s sketches! “A Date With Markiplier”, “Who Killed Markiplier?”, “A Heist With Markiplier”. So, ya’ll know who I’m obsessed with these days :p. But, bare with me I’m not really that confident about how I write Dark.
Same snake, different skin...
Who? You had just separated from Mark in the sewers and found yourself in a completely different atmosphere. You had chills running up and down your whole body.
Your heart was thumping, all you could hear was the blood rushing in your ears. You were scared, that was to say the least. In front of you, were different portraits of people that you were supposed to know, but you didn’t. You had reached the far end of the hallway and saw a portrait of...Mark? What the hell was going on?
When you turned around, you saw the entity. He was warping time and reality to his will, you felt dizzy and ready to throw up your guts along with your soul. Why was this so familiar? Why was he so familiar? He sneered at you and then held the box that you had just stolen from the museum. “So much trouble. All for something so small.” You were shocked, how could he possibly know?
“Who-Who are you?” He grimaced but quickly schooled his expression, “That is disappointing, (Y/N). To think we were so close, and now he has managed to wipe me, your partner, from your mind.” She was definitely scared, who was he talking about? She only knew one person in this whole ordeal and that was...Mark. What? But he was her friend, right?
He looked at her with intensity, “I thought you were clever enough to see through the games and trickery that he is putting you through. I thought you were better than him. But, perhaps you like this sort of thing.” He kept looking at the box, and she kept looking at him, the feeling of comfort and security was sinking in. She did know him! From a life past long ago.
“Damien.” His head shot up, he was shocked. “Yes and no. Do you remember what happened?” She looked down expecting to see blood spouting out of the bullet wound that killed her. But there was nothing there.
Okay, listen up, folks. Itssss a twist of my own on the AHWM . Lol, I like making up scenarios of my own.
“I’m not alive, am I?” She looked at him with the reality set on her drooping shoulders. Tears welled up in her eyes, “Why won’t he leave me alone? Even in death, I’m being tormented.” Damien or Dark now that she stared to remember, made his way to her and placed his cold hands on her shoulders. She wasn’t afraid anymore.
“I’ve been trying to help you. By trying to warn you about his schemes a hundred times. But he over writes your memories each time.” She brushes away her tears as she gathers herself. “Then, what can you help with?” He looked at her with helplessness, he hated it, she needed answers and he couldn’t give them to her without Mark finding out.
“Since, you have been playing this game of his. I have laid out little codes through this ‘heist’ to help you get to the truth.” She nodded and then suddenly reality started to warp again. But before she could completely get out of the void, she managed to whisper one last thing before jumping into the fray.
“I’ll see you again, Dark.”
Bleh! Lost the inspiration half way through XC.
