Chase and Dark ‘ How long have you been like this? ’
{HEY REMEMBER THIS THAT I GOT BUSY AND NEVER RESPONDED TO?}
“How- how long have you been like this?”
Dark didn’t respond, instead simply continuing to stare Chase down with enough rage to burn a hole through the Septic. It was rather impressive how intimidating he still was, considering he was tied upside down by one leg in a mockery of the hanged man. The demon raised (or perhaps was it lowered from this angle?) an expectant eyebrow at Chase, aura fizzling and then expanding around him in clear agitation. Chase literally jumped into action after that, following the rope system down to where it had been tied off against the wall, weighed down by quite a few sandbags.
It was all so aesthetically fitting for the director-esque enemy that had captured them, although how they’d managed to get Darkiplier, of all egos, Chase had no idea. Him? Easy. Marvin? Plausible. Jackie? Tough, but still doable. Dark? Either they were crazy, lucky, or incredibly powerful. Chase would prefer only the first two, but the more he thought about it, the more likely the latter became the best fitting answer. Although looking back at Dark as the demon slowly span in a continuous circle, Chase had to wonder- why hadn’t he gotten himself down by now?
“Septic?” the Iplier growled lowly, craning his neck to look over his shoulder to spot Chase, the bones snapping sickeningly.
“On-on it!” Chase replied, feeling a shudder crawling up his spine as he began to move the heavy sandbags out of the way.
Chase didn’t realize that maybe he should have grabbed onto the rope until the ringing from behind him suddenly pitched, corresponding to the removal of the last sandbag. He’d barely gotten it off the ground when he heard a sharp reverberating ‘wait!’ and then the SHLING of the rope sliding through its metal rigging. Chase turned around just in time to see Darkiplier collide with the wooden stage, something in his spine cracking loudly when his body hit the floor with a dull THUD. He immediately dropped the sandbag, hands coming up to his mouth, eyes wide as the demon rolled over onto his stomach with a low groan. His eyes burned glowing red when he looked up at Chase, aura expanding and snapping as it ate up the color around Dark, tendrils of it heading straight for Chase.
“I’m sorry,” Chase squeaked before he was enveloped by grey mist and his ears assaulted by a horrible high pitched ringing.
