"I know this may be overwhelming for a human like you, but listen carefully. I'll explain everything once you take a seat." he instructed, folding his arms across his broad chest.
"But Mar- uh, I mean, whoever you are, all the chairs are broken. I can't sit down." you explain nervously.
"Oh, are they, now?" he said in a teasing tone, and motioned behind you. You turned around to see a chair right in front of the chair Mark was sitting in. You looked back at the man, and he was waving his hand towards the chair, motioning for you to sit down. You did as he said.
"Now, how should I start this? Ah, your best buddy here, Mark Fischbach, is it? Well, he's had to help me with a few things this past week. Nothing you should be worrying about right now, darling," a sly grin made its way on to his lips, and you began to feel uncomfortable under his gaze. "And like I said before, he couldn't answer any of your phone calls. He was too busy doing what I told him to do." he stood beside Mark and patted him on the shoulder a few times, but Mark never moved once.
"W-Whatever. I don't care a-about what he's done. Do you at l-least know what's wrong w-with him?" you stuttered, looking over at Mark's limp body.
"Oh, don't worry, babe. He's just resting up for the next 'adventure' I send him on." he said with a small, devilish laugh that sent chills down your spine.
"Well now y-you're worrying me. What have you b-been making him do?" you struggled out, the different nicknames he's given you being another thing bothering you, now.
"Oh, my dear, don't worry about that. You'll find out when the time comes." he told you, a devious smile on his face. His words hung in the air, and it made you sick just thinking of what he could've possibly made Mark do. You fidgeted around in your seat, obviously feeling uneasy.
"O-Oh. I guess my next question should be; who the hell are you?" you asked in a more serious tone, looking straight into his pitch black eyes.
"Considering how politely you asked it, I suppose I should answer your question," He was obviously being sarcastic, and you knew it, but his tone didn't bother you.
"Allow me to introduce myself, baby girl. I was named Darkiplier, but you can call me Dark for short." he introduced himself, keeping your eyes locked as he bowed to you. Those eyes were hard to look away from, even if they were blacker than the color black itself.
You watched as he did so, and watched him a little longer than you wanted to. You ending up staring right at him, scanning over his appearance once more. He chuckled, the laugh not sounding evil at all. You noticed what you had been doing and felt your cheeks burn a bright red.
"Why is it so easy to trigger a girl's feelings? I mean, you're already blushing." he said smartly as he gazed at you with fascination. How could he tell? It was almost completely dark in here except for the faint light coming from the window.
"I wasn't blushing at all." you said, trying to sound confident.
"Ah, but you were. I'm not a regular man with regular eyes and regular eyesight, you know. I can see through anything. I can even see through your mind." he admitted, a smile creeping up on to his lips as he said it. You knew he wasn't normal.
"Of course I'm not normal, I'm a demon from the Underworld for Satan's sake." he said, his voice rising just a tad.
Oh... I guess he can see through my mind.
"You're a... demon?" you asked, confused. He chuckled at you as he ran a hand through his pitch black hair. It actually looked really good, even if it was a little messy.
"Yes, my father is the King of Hell, just like he's the father of all the other little demons that come from down there," he gestured to the floor. "And you really think so?" he said smirking at you.
What was he talking about?
"Do I really think so what?" you questioned him, looking at him suspiciously.
"Oh! Uh- sorry, I didn't mean to invade your thoughts. They're kind of, I don't know, your privacy?" he said, trying to cover up what he did. He wasn't lying, he was a mind reader of sorts. You were thinking about his hair and he successfully read your mind.
"Oh! No, it's fine. I just- yeah, I do think so." you admitted in a small voice while looking down at your shoes. You could feel your cheeks start to burn up again.
You finally looked up and caught him staring at you this time. He quickly looked away, seeing that you noticed. You started to laugh but stopped when you saw Mark move, finally.
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encounters with a demon | darkiplier
Hayran Kurgu::DISCONTINUED:: You've known Mark Fischbach ever since the good ol' days of high school. The two of you had managed to stay friends, even as you both grew up and became hardworking adults. You guys had a thing where you would always call to check i...
