Dark sat in his room after taking a nice cold shower he never understood why mortals always uses hot water with a mixture of cold, it's just a waste of water if you want to take a cold shower take a cold shower, if you want to take a hot shower take a hot shower simple as that.
Dark walked over and sat down on his bed in silence, silence a deadly yet peaceful thing. Dark sighs and stands up from his bed and walks over to the mirror and looks at his reflection he run his hands through his hair. He really hates it when mark dies his hair or cut it effects his as well when mark bleached his hair it turned dark's hair orange, ORANGE FOR GOD'S SAKE! but now that he dyed it blue it turned a color he could stand red. After staring at his lanky and not too muscular body with past claw marks from wild night that shall not be mentioned (if your picking up what I'm putting down *eyebrow wiggle*)dark opened his draw and pulled out deep red boxers,black skinny jeans,and a dark blue 'bring me the horizon shirt' put them on and walked to the kitchen pondering whether or not he would pay a little visit to markimoo.
After a long while of pondering he might as well. just as he is about to warp to the mortal realm dod calls him, angrily he takes out his phone and answers his call "what do you want? and make it snappy."
After a long moment of scilence dark snapped," tell me why the hell you called dod or I swear I'll rip out your eyes the next time I see you."
"Did you hear about the newbie in town?"
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FanfictionDarkiplier has always been the big deal in the shadow realms but now there's a new comer that is slowly taking over darks fame.what limits will dark push to reclaim his crown?
