"It has been several months since anything happened last. The author took a break and so did the world. For a couple months, we have not seen Anti. For a couple months, time passed peacefully. Y/n had their 6th birthday, Dark formally adopted them, albeit in a rather shady way.."
The author of the diary stopped for a moment, sharpening their pencil and flattening the page before they started again.
"All of us have gotten rather used to the child. We've learned about them, their likes and dislikes, their triggers and ways to comfort them. Dark got them into therapy, it did some good for their little head and they sleep easier at night. Dark and Wilford got a small bed temporarily placed in their bedroom so that the child could be nearby and go to them if they needed to. Wilford still goes by Uncle Warfy, despite his relationship with Dark being nothing brotherly, more romantic. They try to hide it but, really, everyone here.. "ships it". None the less, everything has been too peaceful. I sense there is something coming.
Something big.
Someone big.
Something I dont know if love and compassion will stop.
But that is a theory, I should not damper on the spirit and the love the three have built. I am a simple messenger, after all."
The writer took a long pause, sitting back in their chair and looking around the room. It was a library, filled with many books, many chapters with many stories. They set the pencil down and got up, going over to a sleek wooden cabinet that would be expected to hold fine China or something else of value. It had no window in.
They opened it and looked at the two single items that were placed on the middle shelf. A feather..and ink..
"I know better than to mess with a story, but I do not desire a happy ending. I do not desire any ending...well..that is false, in a way.."
They picked up the items and took them over to the desk, gingerly setting down the ink and the feather, as though they were made of the most delicate of frost, one wrong move and it could all shatter.
The writer sat down, fixing their hair after a moment, running a delicate hand through the strands.
They took up the pencil again, looking at the feather for a long moment before they continued to write in pencil.
"I do not desire to hurt anyone, the child included. Despite my first encounter with the child being less than...ideal, I have no quarrel with the little one. My quarrel is with the one who dares to defy me, what I say, what I write. The ink was set but he tore the page in half and made his own story. He are alike in many ways, we manipulate the world and the people around us. We cannot ever seem to manipulate each other. If his name is laid in ink, he will know about it, somehow. I have searched my room three dozen times, trying to find a device that allows him to see in my study...but these attempts prove fruitless, much to my dismay.
I am the hero in this story, he the villain.
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I require my white out.
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I have no ill will against anyone who resides in this manor, far from it, they are simply...pawns..in my story..but..I might be incorrect in this assumption, although I severely, severely doubt it.
This has gone on for a decade, him and I stuck in this neverending dance. Neither of us ever taking the lead, neither of us ever following the other.
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I digress, whatever is going to happen...whoever is going to happen..it will happen soon.
I promise.."
Sincerely, for now,
The Host
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"Curiouser yet Curiouser" DarkxChild!Reader
FanfictionIt's only been a few days since y/n was dumped on the streets and left for dead. Fortunately unfortunately, while y/n stumbled about the streets, they ran into a tall, dark haired man, who seemed curious in them. When the strange man asks them if th...
