Danti One-shots

A Present

"There's a package on your desk for you."

Dark looked over to Dr. Iplier. "What?"

Dr. Iplier looked up from the book he was reading. "A package on your desk for you."

"From whom?"

"No idea. I went into your office to ask you a question but you weren't there." Dr. Iplier said with a shrug.

Dark sighed and walked out of the kitchen. "Wilford!"

Wilford appeared in a puff of pink smoke. His shirt was hanging off his shoulder and his hair was a mess. "You rang?"

Dark sighed. "Do you have anything to do with the package on my desk?"

"Nope. Oh, and happy Bday by the way. Was gonna get you a cake but the squirrels ate it." Wilford slurred.

Dark frowned. "Go back to fucking whatever bitch is in your bed."

"I wouldn't call JJ a bitch but ok."

Dark whipped around to scold him but he had already disappeared. He growled and stormed to his office. There was in fact a package on the desk. It was most likely for his birthday. How he despised this day. He picked up the package and stared at it. There was no card or name. Just the words 'For Dark' written in messy handwriting.

Dark set it on the table and slowly pulled the packaging off. He gasped when he pulled the object in question out of some tissue paper.

It was a cane. Much like the one he used to own before Actor stole it. He pulled it out of the packaging. An ornamental gem rested on the top. It was coloured red and blue that were swirled together in the middle to make purple.

Dark stared at it. He hasn't told anyone his hip had been acting up and he thought he was hiding it well. "Beautiful," he whispered.

He smiled softly to himself. Maybe this day wasn't so bad. He would have to find whoever gave him this gift and thank them.

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Dark walked through the halls of the mansion, favouring his left leg. "You've got our cane back," Wilford said as a greeting.

Dark nodded. "Yes, it seems someone gave me a new one."

"Ooh, gems pretty." Wilford practically purred.

Dark forced down a smile. "Yes, it is."

"Lame leg bothering you?"

"Don't," Dark warned.

Wilford shrugged and poked Dark cheek. "What? Nothing to be ashamed of."

Dark shook his head and pointed at the cane. "Do you know who gave me this?"

"Know idea I would," He turned when he heard a noise. "Where are you going?"

Dark turned to see Jameson Jackson who crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. 'Home?'

"Why?"

'I promised Henrik I'd help with something.'

"Aw can't you stay?" Wilford whined.

Jameson rolled his eyes, his eyes travelling to the cane Dark was leaning on. 'Oh good, you got it.'

Dark blinked. "What?"

'Anti was worried you'd break it.'

"Anti?" Wilford asked.

Jameson nodded. 'Did he not make a card?'

"Anti got this for me?"

Jameson nodded again. "Well, then I need to thank him," Dark whispered.

Jameson smiled and turned to Wilford. 'I'll be back tonight.'

Wilford pouted. 'I promise.'

"I'll expect you at ten."

Jameson giggled and walked off. "So," Dark whispered.

"Shut it," Wilford warned.

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Footsteps echoed in the void along with the tapping of a cane. Dark walked along the outer edge of the void. Most thought that it was endless but really it was a sort of box. "Anti." He called.

"F̮͇̣̟͂̊͂͌u̻̽c̫̈́k̟̮͍̥̥̠͓̂̽̍̀̋̄̉ d̠̠̲̪̼̈̈̍͗͡o̬̘͒̏ ̪̈́ỷ͍̯̰̟̤͇̀̉̓́̕ơ̤͙̺̘̮̞͉̌̎̒̔̏̓ú̼̼͋ w̛̳̺̯̠̽͌͘a̧͔̥͊̊̇ņ̨͈̼͍̎͂͋͑̈t̢̪̰̘̝̼͔͑̋̓̈̔̃̚?"

Dark sighed. Anti always liked the corner of the void. "Come out."

Anti hissed and crawled out from the darkness. The wound on his neck was seeping blood that dripped on the floor of the void. He stared up at Dark coughing quietly. Dark squatted down to look down at Anti. "I wanted to thank you."

"F̻͗ḛ͙͕̙̏͛̿͐͢͝ŕ̗̞̓ ̨͓͓́̄̐w̜̜̽̃̅͜h̙̭̘̠̪͇́͒̊̈̆̌ǎ̦͖͚̼̤̋̏͞͡t̮̗̰̮͗̔̋̂͢͡?"

"The cane. It was a kind gesture."

Anti blushed and looked away."͈͆I͎̅ṱ̊ ̚͜w̦͘a͍͗s̬̠͌͋ ̳͌j̜͋ȗ̳̻̂s͇͉̽̄ṯ̊͐͢ ͕͍̏͌s̨̗͒͆o ̫̂y̮̘̎͞o͚̅u͉͍͊͝'̘̉d̫͚̄́ ̭̀̀͢s̢̥̔̔t̞̅op͉͊ ͉̀s̟͠ṫ͇̮͞ŭ̺͙͡m̢͐b̖̈ĺ̼̹́ǐ̪̠̚n̞͒g̱͗ ̣̌á̫r̾ͅo̡̲̎̈́un̞̄d ̪͓̆̓y̧̬̆͘o̢̊u̜͡r͙̾ ͉́f͇̙̆͂ec͇̽͑͟k͐͢ì͈̟̿n̺̊g ̥̙͋̈́man̜̹̒̕s̢̓ion͉͘."

Dark sighed and grabbed Anti by the armpits, hauling him to his feet. "Jameson told me you spent a week designing it and another week getting someone to make it."

"Hȇ̛̻͕̭̦͐̌͑͟'̫͈̇̾s̡̲͖͖͆̀͋́͟͝ ̣̘̒̓̎͟a ͎̲̈͌f̥͔̐͆̽̑̌ͅͅͅe̮͗͞ͅc̞̰̊͌́͟ķ̥͑̕ị̥̱̼̈͌́̽ņ̛͎̹̭̅̔̈g͚̈́ ̰̹̥̲́̏͘̚ļ́͘ͅi͕̮͕̼̅͑̋̃̚͟a̖̖͇̗͒̒͌͝r̭̠̽̎." Anti hissed.

Dark sighed. "Anti."

Anti took a step back, stumbling as he did so. "Jṳ͔̈͛s͇̥̒̇t͇̀̿͟ ̪̘͊̿͑͢l̞͛ea̩̐ve m̹̈e͔͛ ͜͞ą̳͎͐̀̉ļ͔̭̥͌̆͗͝ọ̔n̳̓ě͕̻́.͍͠"

"Your stitches ripped again," Dark stated.

Anti coughed and spat blood. "H̺̏o̯̾w could̯͂ ̯́yoų͋ tel̖͒l?"

Dark sighed. "Get it stitched up please."

"I̊ͅ ̪̓d̟͗o ͙̍wh̤͐ã̡t͍̿ ̧̂Ị̀ w̮͝a̗͊nt.̭͘"

Dark sighed and grabbed Anti's arm. "You'll come with me and let Dr. Iplier stitch you up."

"Ŵ̗͉̈́h̡̰̖͉͖̀̏͊͑̽a͉̗͍͉͌̂̿̉t̲̓̔͟?"

"Anti I don't want to see you in pain."

Anti sighed and let himself be pulled from the void. "I would hate for you to die before I can kill you."

Anti snorted and leaned against Dark. "T̨̊h̼̒a̫͊t̙̙̔͛'̼͑ś̜ ͇̽̇͟ni̞̅̎͟c̰͞e͓͑."

"Just doing my part."

"D̓͟ơ̹̻͐n̯̪͋̎'̙̗͆̕t͙̀ ̛̝̰͌̔͟b͇̹̖͑̄̌e̹̥͙̋͋͂ ̲̒d͚̥͍̃̃͡r̬̭͛͐ă̮m̬̻̮͊̾̐a͖͊̃͜ti̢͙͎͗̇́͐͜c̪̈́."

"Don't be annoying."

"Ha̲͝r̞̀d ͚̓t͖̋o ̄͜d̩̄o th͓͒at͕̓,̥̒ ͉͛Da̟͂r͗͟k̃ͅy̛̰.̨̿"

Dark smiled softly. "Let's get you stitched up."