Beneath His Gaze // Darkiplier x Reader

Chapter 7: Shadows Of Change

     
Chapter 7: Shadows Of Change
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Your POV:

Some time passed, though I wasn't sure how much. After that incident with Dark slipping in my thoughts, I tried to push it aside. I wanted to clean up the mess with Wilford that we left behind in the kitchen but he conveniently found something "important" to do, leaving me to clean it all by myself. Typical.

At least, after what felt like ages, Dark had left me as well. I finally had a moment to myself to process everything that had happened earlier. The frustration was deeply anchored inside of me- Dark had toyed with me, breaking through the tough and brave facade of mine that I've built up over the last couple days. He tested me with his little mindgame and I failed to keep my cool.

The kitchen was spotless now and the scent of freshly baked cookies filled the air, that was still warm from the oven.
I wiped my hands on my apron and glanced at the perfectly, but maybe too chocolately, baked cookies on the tray on the counter cooling down.

Wilford reappeared suddenly, his voice interrupting my thoughts. "Oh, (y/n))! Already done with cleaning? Oh man, I really wanted to help, you know!" His accent slurred with exaggerated innocence, making it painfully obvious that he did never plan on helping me clean the kitchen.

"Sure, Wilford" I shook my head and smiled at his obvious behavior. Just as Wilford got closer to the counter, being pulled in by the sweet scent of the baked cookies with his gaze fixated on them, I quickly slapped his hand away as he tried to reach on.

"No, Wilford! They're too hot! You will burn yourself." I told him, feeling a little like a mother with my firm tone.
Wilford just pouted like a child.

But just the moment I looked away and turned my back to him, untying my apron and reaching for his, that was laying across the counter, I suddenly heard the pink-mustached-man scream in regret "AH, that's hot!" I quickly turned around to see Wilford holding his own hand in pain. Guess he tried to snatch a cookie when I wasn't looking.

"Wilford, I told you to stay away from the cookies!" I sighed in frustration.

"Did I hear a lady in distress?!" Dr.Iplier appeared dramatically in the doorway, one hand gripping the frame as if entering a stage.

"Female?!" Wilford asked as if he was personally attacked. To be honest, I can't blame Dr.Iplier because Wilfords scream was indeed a kinds high-picture

"No, just Wilford who lost a fight against a cookie." I explained as I couldn't help but snicker a little to only get a glare from Wilford back.

Dr.Iplier nodded with seriousness "Ah, I see.." He walked up to Wilford and grabbed his wrist, taking a close look to inspect his hand properly "Don't worry, (y/n)! I will take great care of your companion!" He said as he suddenly pulled Wilford very determined and with a hing of authority out of the room.
Leaving me alone again.

I exhaled slowly before remembering what I originally wanted to do.

I grabbed both mine and Wilfords apron and headed out of the kitchen over to the laundry room, a small space that was barely big enough for all the essentials.
I tossed the dirty aprons into the washing machine and pressed a few buttons to turn it on. As the machines humming created a kind of soothing atmosphere, I stood there for a bit with my hands on my hips. Taking a deep breath and closing my eyes for a moment to stop my racing thoughts.

Finally, a moment to breathe.

Today had been too much already. Maybe I should call Mark to see how he's doing and to hear a familiar voice again. Or take a relaxing bath to wash away the stress that clung to me.