Since I mentioned Yancy being hypnotized, how about one where Dark finds Yancy slipping out of his control, because of Y/N and erases them from his memory? I don't know if that goes with your versions of them, but the more I think about it, the more I want to see it.
It had been such a long time since Dark came to visit. Normally he’d have no need, he trusts the bounds of his control and reach, and knows it to be solid. But this one, this time, the bond is weakening. Not yet severed, but not as strong as before, and Dark feels a tug, almost painfully so.
So, he finds himself in this dingy little cell, smelling of rust and dirt, to stare at the one occupant inside. The man is sleeping, or appears to be sleeping. Dark says nothing as he reaches for the man’s arm to inspect the tattoos on his arms. They’re still there; there’s no magic tying those tattoos to this man, so there’s no need to fix this problem either. However, Dark doesn’t need to inspect the entire jail, he already knows the source of the problem.
There’s a lingering smell of another figure. Probably a brief prisoner who shared this cell, someone who had strange ideas and implanted them in this one’s head. Thoughts of escaping and living a different life...
Not if Dark has anything to say about it.
He doesn’t need to use powers. He doesn’t need to do much other than crouch down, pressing his lips close to the man’s ear, to repeat the same mantra he’d implanted in his head close to a year ago.
“Mmm?” The reply is slurred, groggy, but not yet with a coherency that would come with him being awake.
“You don’t want to be free,” Dark whispers. He slowly wraps his fingers around Yancy’s wrists, pinning him in place. There’s little resistance, with Yancy moving his arm once, then relaxing again once he’s pinned on his back. His head rolls to the side, eyelids twitching as if caught in a dream.
“You belong to me, remember?” Dark’s a little more forceful as he works to instill his commands back in Yancy’s head. Sweet, precious, stupid Yancy. “You’ve always been mine, you always want to be mine.”
“I’m....” Yancy’s lips are barely parted as he starts to repeat the mantra, but stops as he rolls his head to the other side. His brow furrows with an unconscious resistance.
“You belong to me,” Dark repeats. He spreads his own aura out, shadows creeping up around the pair, with tendrils of shadow and smoke curling around Yancy’s head, almost caressing him. “You will not think about breaking free, or working for parole. You only want to stay here, where you’re safe and protected. Where I can protect you.”
Yancy seems to relax, though he licks his lips. “But Y/N...?”
“Who?” Dark’s lips curl upward in a smile. “There’s no one by that name. Don’t worry about it.” Best to nip this in the bud before it spirals out of his control. “You belong here, Yancy. To me.”
“I...belong to you...” In his relaxed state, there’s no accent, no bravado. Yancy is just a sleeping man who seems to be enjoying the comfort of his mysterious protector. “Only you.”
Hm. He didn’t need prompting for that one.
“Good.” Dark pulls his aura back, letting Yancy’s wrists go. “It’s only you and your current inmates. No one else exists, you’re happy here. You’ll always be happy here, as long as you obey.”
“I don’t wanna be free.” With his new freedom, Yancy rolls to his side, humming some quiet jingle before letting out a snore.
Dark grins as he strolls out, satisfied that the bond he’d created is strengthened once more.
