Wait, What?(Darkiplier xReader)

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You awoke in a dark room, not recalling any memories. You could feel heavy chains on your wrist. Suddenly, loud footprints were heard and a low voice humming a familiar tune. "Is that the Magic School Bus? The person that chained me up watches the Magic School Bus?" It immediately stopped.

A few minutes later, though it felt like an eternity, you heard the footprints getting closer. A low groaning noise could be heard. Not only heard, but felt. You could feel the vibrations, they shook you to the core. A light shined in to the room from the source of the groaning, which you could now tell it was a door. A solid cement door, nonetheless. I guess there go the escape plans. A shadowy figure appeared in the light and, like a flood, your memories came back.

"Mommy, mommy! Look what I found!"

"That's great sweetie! Let's take a closer look, alright?" The woman grabbed the rock from your hands and you looked into her (E/C) eyes. They looked just like yours. Your mother washed the dirt off the rock and placed it on some paper towels. "Wow, baby! Look at this! Do you see the crystals?"She lowered the rock to your eye level. You took a look.

"Are those it?" You pointed at the sharp, clear points that jutted out from the grey rock.

"Yes, they are called quartz crystals, and they are very pretty, aren't they? Why don't you show this to your father, alright? Momma's a bit busy." She pointed at the computer screen behind her. Your beginner reading level couldn't even begin to comprehend the big words that were there, the distracting blue and white wasn't helping either. After all, you were just in kindergarden.

"Y-yeah, okay." You had to admit, your father scared you, and he didn't like to be bothered while he was working. But your mother had told you to do this, so you had to. Besides, you loved your dad, he was your protector, right?

You found your way to the top of the basement stairs, looking down. You were a big girl now, weren't you? You could do this. Slowly, you began to descend into the basement, careful not to step on any of the nails that were ever-so-dangerous. Eventually, you reached the bottom, and there he sat. Your father was sitting there mumbling to himself typing very quickly on his keyboard. Suddenly, you realized you had forgot the rock. You ran back upstairs, luckily avoiding all of the nails.

Quietly, you sneaked around the house (pretending to be a spy was fun, okay?) finally ending up at your mother's room. She was on one of those fancy face calls, you know, where you can see the other person and they could see you? You saw that guy that mommy always hung out with. She claimed that he was just a friend and that you could never tell daddy about him. The man had been talking to mommy, but you weren't paying attention to him. You didn't like him. His teeth were rotting, his hair uncombed and he was always smoking a cigarette. Of course, you tried to tell momma this, but she just ignored you. You knocked on the door frame, and stepped inside. "Mommy? I uh, I forgot the rock." She didn't even look at you, just pointed to the rock on the floor. She just threw it on the floor? Was that all that you meant to her? You went to pick up the rock.

"Don't you dare walk into this screen, you little brat. I wish I had never had you, you waste of 6 fucking yers. If it weren't for you, I would have left your father and been with Brian by now. Leave you little bitch, go and cry to no one, no but yourself, if you still love yourself. No one else does, ass hole."

You lashed around to see your dad in the door way. "(YM/N), how dare you do this to me again? Are you kidding me? And you," He pointed at you,"why didn't you tell me, you worthless piece of shit? Huh, I'm waiting."

You cried, and you didn't stop crying as your mother and father screamed at each other in the next room over. How could someone love you one minute, but not the next? Didn't your parents love you? Why are they acting like this? A million questions filled your head, as you cried yourself to sleep.

You woke up screaming. You were in that same damned room, but now you were chained to a table. You attempted to look around, but your arms were in the way.

"Hello, dear, I believe we've met already, yes?"