Darkness Helps Me Hide It

Chapter 12: Getting A Black Eye

*Y/N POV*

I jerked awake from my sleep to find I was alone. With my eyes half open I looked around the room to see that Dark was no where to be found. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and got up to stretch. Hearing the satisfying cracks come from my back.

I saw a note stuck onto the wall and came to a co conclusion that Dark must've left it. I was right.

'Y/N,

I'll be out all day today, sorry. I'm going to try to be back as soon as I can tonight. Try not to stay up. I'm having Mark stay over for most of the day so nothing happens to you.

-Dark'

Well after last night I wished I could've spent more time with him but if he has to do something I guess it can't be helped. I walked out of my room into the kitchen to find Mark already here. He looked back and smiled.

"Hey sleepy head." He remarked. I didn't notice that my hair was a total flood mess and my eyes were still half closed.

"Morning." I yawned to him. I went and took a seat that the counter. As I did he set down a cup of coffee to which I smiled at and nodded a thank you to him. Soon he took a seat next to me too.

"So~" he started out, "how was last night?" He said eagerly waiting for an answer.

I let out a happy sigh remembering the date me and Dark had. It was just so sweet. I had to repay him somehow.

"Mark it was amazing. We ate good food and drank some wine. After that he lead me to the roof of the restaurant and we danced to one of my favorite songs." I told him with a smile on my face.

"What song?" He asked curiously.

"Dance With The Devil by Breaking Benjamin." I answered plainly.

He face gave a confused look. Dancing to a song with that song title would seem strange so I understand his look.

"Well uh I hope you found that romantic." He stated back to me. Still with that signature smile on his face.

"Oh it was. Weird though. I still want to know more about Dark. Can you tell me about him? You obviously have to know a few things." I looked over to Mark.

"Well yes I know a few things about Dark. I just don't know how you'll take some information." He scratched the back of his neck. I just leaned my face onto the paml of my hand ready to listen. He proceeded to tell me random facts.

"Dark is pretty...well dark. Not to sound like a joke but that's what he is. He's darkness made into a person. At first he was out of control in my head, telling me every now and again how stupid I was and how pathetic being a youtuber was. As he came into a physical form he'd like to mess with people. So I guess you could say he's a bit sadistic. After his first victim he came to love gory things. One after the other he'd just get worse. As you already saw in the beginning, he's an asshole. He can get down to your core and break you. He just knows how to tortore people in every which way. Physically, mentally and emotionally. That's as much as I can tell you to he honest." He seemed sad that's this was all the information he could tell me.

"Well, that sounds lovely." I remarked a bit scared now. He didn't seem that way to me.

There was suddenly a knock on the door. Dark? He said he'd be out all day though. Maybe it was Anti. Before I could move from my seat Mark had already gotten up to answer. I heard the door open and immediately close again. Rude..??

Mark came and sat back down and sipped on his coffee some more. I blinked a few times in confusion as to what just happened.

"Who was at the door?" I asked.

"I was." A new voice said. Suddenly a man walked into the kitchen. He was wearing a white and red striped jacket and some black pants and dress shoes. He looked like Mark too but...he had a pink mustache and pink where Mark had his red hair. I kind of had to bite my tongue cause of how funny he looked with that ridiculous pink mustache.

"Aren't you going to introduce me Mark?" He asked while looking at Mark. Mark had this agitated look on his face. I could literally feel the tension between them.

"You can go eat a bag of dicks." I heard Mark respond in an almost threatening voice. I've never seen him this pissed.

"Oh Mark, still holding grudges are we? Well boo to you." He stepped over to me and outstretched his hand. "I am Wilford Warfstache m'lady." I twitched a bit.

"Actually that would be sir to you." I took his hand out of being polite. As he took my hand he kissed it and bowed his head.

"My apologies sir." He looked back up smiling. I took my hand away. Where he kissed it almost seemed to burn a little.

"No problem." I raised my eye brow and looked over to Mark.

"This is also another entity that formed out of me. I just didn't want to mention him because he's just a ruthless pig." He spat out with venom.

With those words said a gunshot rang out through the kitchen and Mark fell back from where he was sitting. He was on the floor holding his shoulder.

"Motherfucker!" He yelled out in pain.

"Hey what the fuck is your problem!?" I stood up and got in front of Wilford. Getting right in his face. He was holding a tiny golden pistol in his hand oddly.

"It was an accident, I swear." He grinned and laughed a bit. I felt anger rise in me and I did what came to mind first. I literally slapped the gun out of Wilford's hand and it landed somewhere across the kitchen opposite from us.

He looked at me surprised as if no ones ever tried to even stop him from doing something like that before.

"Well I never." He said sounding offended at my actions.

Suddenly I felt the left eye feel as though there was a thick needle being pierced into me. I held my left eye to make it stop. Everything went black.

*Narrator POV*

Y/N stood there holding his head for a brief moment. Once he let go, his left eye had become completely black with a white iris. Wilford stepped back a bit and Mark had sat up from where he had fallen on the floor.

"Y/N?" Mark asked. He wasn't sure if this was actually Y/N at the moment.

"Yeah?" Y/N looked down to Mark with a blank expression. Looking at how Mark was still holding his shoulder, Y/N added on. "Oh right." He then looked over to Wilford. "You gotta leave. I'm already a little mad from the fact you walked here acting like you needed a proper introduction like the pretty pink mustached princess you seem to feel like you are and for shooting Mark over here. That must've hurt."

"Why you little bitch." Wilford grabbed Y/N by the throat and slammed him right behind himself into a wall. "You will regret insulting me that way." He said through his teeth.

Y/N held onto Wilford's arm. He wasn't gasping for air or struggling with his feet clearly off of the ground. Wilford looked at him confused. Y/N suddenly tightened him grip and a loud snap came from Wilford's wrist. As Wilford let go and Y/N out of his grip, Y/N just landed onto the floor on his feet easily.

"Are you done?" Y/N asked seeming unamused. He rolled his eyes and they landed right on the gun Wilford had before. He went to pick it up and went back to point it at Wilford.

Wilford's eyes went wide. Was he really about to do it? Suddenly the same pain from before went through his left eye again and he let out a painful scream. Y/N let go of the gun and fainted. Falling to the floor.

Mark and Wilford looked at each other. Exchanging a look of pure confusion. And with that Wilford vanished into a puff of pink smoke.

Mark had gotten up and walked over to Y/N to check if he was okay. Still breathing so that's a good sign. Struggling a bit, Mark picked up Y/N and set him in bed. Wondering how long it would be before he'd wake up.

(A/N: not much happened in this one. A nice visit from Wilford is always nice.)