"I'm s-sorry. You shouldn't see m-me like this." he stuttered out as tears rolled down his pale, colorless cheeks. He was trying his best to wipe away every tear that fell, but his strategy wasn't working well.
You suddenly felt terribly sorry for him. He looked so broken in front of you, now. He wasn't acting like himself at all, and it bothered you. He wasn't supposed to be a sad, complete mess. He was supposed to be his cocky, in-control self, not this soft, vulnerable soul presented before you.
You laid a hand on his shoulder, "Dark, it's okay. Maybe you've been holding these feelings in for too long. I have no idea where they came from, but it's good to let them out." you told him insightfully.
He just nodded sadly.
After that, there was silence. An occasional sniff coming from Dark, but nothing else. Then his deep, gravely voice spoke up.
"Sometimes, I love it. I love the feeling I get when I realize how easy it is for me to catch them under my spell- my victims. When I trick them into letting me ruin the rest of their existence. I love the high I get from it, y'know? Killing them off." he's smiling, but it wears off and fades back into the frown he was wearing before.
"Suddenly, I remember how horrible it is, how absolutely sinful taking one's life is. And I feel like the worst being in all the universe. I feel like shit, and I try to stop, I try to save them but it's far too late," he shakes his head, his pitch black hair falling in his face. You watch as his hands start clenching and unclenching into fists. "I can't save them, and it tears me apart. Some people are able to fix their mistakes, but I can't. I never can." his voice is strong and you suddenly feel a bit more nervous then before.
And out of nowhere, he's crying again. Sobbing. He was using his shirt to dry his tears this time, but they kept falling anyways.
"I knew I couldn't disappoint him, though. He would be able to do anything to me. He could beat me, make me a slave, or he could put me back to sleep. God, I can't go back to sleep. Don't you know what it's like?!" he looks up at you, his eyes wide and wild. He looks afraid, and you're far from confused now.
Who's 'he'?
How bad is putting someone back to sleep?
And why does Dark seem so afraid of this 'he'?
His emotions were all over the place. It seemed like he had changed what he was feeling numerous times in just one minute. He was certainly some sort of bipolar demonic spirit, if that's even possible. You were definitely freaked out.
"I'd let him put me out again, though. I feel like I'd deserve it, anyway." he tells you, his voice calm and his hands loosely clasped in his lap. Tears still fell from his face, but it looked like he was ignoring them.
"Dark..." you trailed off. What else could you say? So much had happened in the past five minutes, you had no idea what to do about it.
You rested your face in your hands, going over what you could do. Just as you had thought of something to say, Dark was talking again.
"It sucks being woken up from your death sleep to become the bad side of a living human being on this plant, but he must've done it for a reason. In fact, I know he did," you looked back up at him, and saw an evil grin so big you became frightened again. You'd have to get used to these quick mood swings.
"I must make him proud." he says, barely loud enough for you to hear. The grin on his lips grows bigger and bigger and before you know it, he's standing over you.
"W-What?" you say nervously, cowering back in your chair as he began to move in your direction.
"I have to make my father proud."
With that, he pushed past your chair and fled the kitchen, but not before grabbing the largest, and sharpest cutting knife from a knife holder on the counter that he could find.
He was gone in a blur, but soon you heard the front door slam shut. You held your chest, Dark almost giving you a heart attack. You tried your best to compose yourself while looking over at his side of the table, his bowl still full.
He never even ate his macaroni before he left.
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encounters with a demon | darkiplier
Fiksi Penggemar::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...
