I Care {Darkiplier}

(Chapter 29)

Soon enough, moments after you fall asleep after meeting Dark, your eyes creep open, only to squeeze shut seconds afterward. The windows, as dusty, and muddled as they were, did little to shield that morning light that shined outside. It took you a few tries to get your eyes to readjust, but once you did, you discovered you couldn't see your friend beside you, in their sleeping bag. You face twitches in confusion as you shift to sit up, first using your elbows to move upwards, before pushing yourself the rest of the way with your hands. After staring at the unzipped, and empty bag, you turn to look around the rest of the foyer, to see if your friend was anywhere in sight. You bring one hand balled up into a fist to rub one of your eyes as you glance around.

You still don't see them and frown a bit. You unzip the bag, seeing little reason to care about keeping quiet before you shimmy out of the blanket. After freeing yourself, you are finally able to stand up and are finally able to get a better look around the room. After a quick once over of the space around you, you spot your friend, who is, as they were yesterday perched on one of the worn couches, the same one they sat on yesterday. You move your arm upward and use the other to hold onto it to stretch a bit as you begin your journey to where they were. As you move forward, something draws your attention away from them, you find that there is a stack of different things besides them. The light that broke through the stained glass that made up one of the windows near the front of the home, helped illuminate things better. As you near them, and are about to mutter a 'good morning' to them in greeting, the words get lodged in your throat as you finally are able to decipher some of what is piled beside them.

If you were not mistaken, they were notes...Similar to the ones in the study you found.

Old newspapers, photos, a variety of pages, sprawled out against the faded fabric that made up the cushions. Some were stacked, others spread out.

It seems they did some sneaking around of their own whilst you were asleep. Your steps progressively halt short after observing such. At first, you were unsure what to do, but there is little time to dwell on it as the squeak that apparently decided to erupt from you beforehand has already broken your friend's concentration. A smile breaks out onto their face, as they beam at you, in seemingly excitement.

Oof!

You try to force your face into a somewhat surprised expression, as they give a proper start to the conversation, "(Y/N), good morning! Look what I found!" They hold up some of the yellowed pages in their hand, before gesturing to the others scattered around.

"What's...All that?" You try to mask your recognition. They didn't need to know about last night, in your opinion...

That would probably only worry them.

You resume your movements, stepping around some of the other furniture as you gaze at some of the documents, curious if they were once you've already seen or not. Their gaze momentarily moves back to the papers in their hand, as they respond, "Since I woke up before you I decided to do some exploring, and eventually I found these in, what looked to me, an office room? I'm not sure exactly what to call it, but it had a bunch of old documents and stuff!" As they go on to elaborate, they hand you one of the brittle pages, more specifically what looked to be bulleted information? You let your eyes skin the old page, trying to understand the cursive writing used. You glance back up from the page to give response upon noticing them finishing.

"Wow...This is..." They kept their gaze stationed on you, awaiting your reply. They seemed quite thrilled by what they had found...It was a bit difficult to hold up the false shock as they weren't multitasking. Instead, you let a smile quirk up as you finish your sentence, finally conjuring up on what to say, and try to match their enthusiasm. "This is pretty cool! You said you found this in one of the rooms?"