Do you feel like dancing (y/n)? Dark and the reader are in a battle against a mysterious enemy/enemies and the reader gets hurt, they try to piece together everything that happened the night before but everything is a little too fuzzy. The readers...
You groan as you wake up in a neon blue and blurry lit bathroom, you hear music thumping from outside the door and feel the floor vibrating with the beat. You try to remember what the hell happened at this supposed party you're at. Someone walks into the bathroom and it all comes rushing back *dancing Queen by ABBA plays in the distance with people singing off key while you bleed out on the bathroom floor from 17 stab wounds* (listen to the video as you read....it'll just make more sense....carry on)
You look up panicked, you can't make out the blurry face of the person kneeling in front of you as you lay clutching your side
Woah woah, hey y/n, hey stay with me, you're okay. I'm gonna fix you up alright?
You recognize that voice over loud music any day, it's Dark.
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(This is the bathroom you're in in this scene, you're like cowering under the sink trying to kick the person away...that kind of thing..back to the story)
"Dark?" You ask, rubbing your throbbing forehead. "What the fuck happened?"
Dark helps you up and wraps a bandage he pulled from somewhere on his body around your stomach, and leads you out to the dance floor. You can hardly stomach the stench of the bodies piled on the squeaky gym floor, blood pooling out of gunshot wounds to their heads/chests/everywhere else.
"Hey, you okay (y/n)? We should get out of here, the police are gonna be on their way and if we're still here it'll look like we did this."
You nod and hold on to Dark trying not to slip every other step, you tense up with every step as walking surges pain through your body, Dark stops and picks you up bridal style, walking the both of you out the double doors.
