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Darkiplier x reader (Dark kills you)

Cw/Tw: if you hadn't figured it out already: you're dying this. So there's a little part about blood incase you're sensitive to that and also idk if this is worth putting in but Dark is condescending af in this so just bear that in mind and enjoy ig...?

You gasped for air, desperately, relentlessly, refusing to give up. Not now, not yet. This couldn't be happening. How hadn't you thought that, may haps, more preparation was in order? You fell to your knees with a thud, doubled over, wrapped your hands around the wound. It was a profound wound indeed, there was no mistaking that. You knew that this was it now, there was no going back, no do-overs, no second chances. Your story was approaching its inevitable close, and you knew it. He knew it. You pleadingly looked into his eyes. That monster. A smirk spread across his lips, his obsidian eyes sparked - he enjoyed this. He loved to see you beg for your life, beg for mercy, keeling over in agony, and you knew that he did. He knew that you did, which made this all the more pleasurable for him.

You winced in pain, grimaced, you breathing becoming shallower by the second. He kneeled down so that he was at your level. A large grey hand made its way to your face, cupping your cheek. He wiped your tears away with his thumb and cocked his head at you, pretending to be worried and oblivious to what was happening. 

'What's wrong, little one?' You couldn't help but scowl at him - the sadistic, manipulative fuck. Though at the same time you became a little less tense, resting your head in his palm, letting the tears flow. You were letting him get inside your head - to manipulate you. You knew that you shouldn't, but you also knew how much you craved comfort - whatever form that came in. He brushed more tears away from your dampened cheek, before pulling you into his embrace. He didn't care for your blood that stained his shirt, which had previously been a pristine white color. He liked to keep some sort of evidence of his achievements. A trophy, if you will. 

'Shhhh....' His voice soothed you, much softer than his usual tone. His hand came behind your head, running his fingers through your hair, the other rubbing circles into your back.

'It'll all be over soon.' His voice became more distant, like you were being pulled further and further away from him, until you were unable to hear him at all, and you died there. Right there, in his arms.