"How am I supposed to stay sane in this place if I'm not allowed to do any bad shit myself yet?" Dark questioned you loudly after he had told you what he had made Mark do.
"That's still so wrong to have your other, more kinder half kill people for you when you can't do it for yourself yet!" you argued, motioning to the helpless Mark sat in the chair in front of you still. You were standing by now.
"I'm almost a real person, I hope and promise to die a second time. But, I still don't have the strength to do any harm to anyone in your guy's dimension yet. You have got to remember, I'm a demon, and a demon can only do what a demon does best in its own realm." he explained to you, proving a point.
"Can't you go and kill people in your own world then? I'm sure the Underworld has got plenty of criminals for you to take care of down there, instead of innocent people up here!" you asked him, raising your voice towards the end.
"No, everyone down there is my family. I can't kill them, even if my immortal life depended on it." he said sadly, his voice quieter than before. His whole demeanor seemed to have changed right before you eyes in that moment, and instead of standing tall and defending his side, he was slouching and giving in to the argument because of his family.
"Dark... You just can't keep making Mark do this kind of stuff for you. Look, I don't know how you're going to do all your 'bad shit', but it's not right for you to use other people to do it for you." you gave him a sympathetic look, as your gaze flashed between him and Mark. You watched as the depressed look on his face disappeared, and he furrowed his eyebrows.
"Right, I forgot," he chuckled, his look hardening as he bawled his hands up into fists "The bad guy never gets to do what he wants unless he's a normal bad guy. I'm not normal, can't you see? I'm NOT fucking normal!" he shouted, anger and sadness and every other emotion he was feeling earlier mixed together and was laced in his voice. You watched fearfully as he turned his back and punched a hole straight through the wall with no hesitation. He looked down at his knuckles, blood beginning to leak from cuts he had just given himself. His knuckles were red, and they had already begun to bruise a bit. He didn't look hurt, he still had the mad expression on his face. It didn't seem like he cared if anything hurt him or not, anyway.
You looked away, not bothering to help him right now. Mark was more important. You began to untie him and he slowly but surely stood up. His legs hurt, and he was shaking from is whole body being sore as well. You watched with wide eyes as Dark turned around to face you and Mark, fearing for what he might do. He just looked at him, gave him a real good look. But you swore- you swore you saw some guilt in that look. You knew he felt bad, but it was like he had to act like he didn't give a damn on the outside.
"Well, aren't you going to apologize? And I mean apologize for everything you've done, and made me do." Mark asked Dark, annoyance evident in his tone. He looked bad, standing there all beaten down and broken.
"Yeah, apologize. I'm s-sorry." he told him, and you barely heard him say it.
"Alright, that's a good start." Mark cracked a half smile, proud of Dark for actually apologizing for screwing up.
"Okay, that settles that. I think we should start cleaning this place up now. What even happened, anyway?" you asked curiously while picking up some random wood chunks from a picture frame that was laying broken nearby.
"It's a long story. I might as well explain as we clean this up." he suggested, and you nodded.
"Oka- wait... I thought you said you couldn't do anything in our dimension." you eyed him suspiciously.
Dark looked at you, a troubled look taking place on his face. Mark had already begun to clean things up, so you just sighed and followed suit. You knew Dark would end up telling you everything else again once you starting cleaning, anyways. So that's exactly what you got to work on.
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encounters with a demon | darkiplier
Fanfiction::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...
