(Before I start the chapter, I want to say this is what I mean when I say that the reader or you is or are a criminal. So anyway. Enjoy the rest of the story.)
*time skip to twelve years later*
*Darks POV*
"We haven't seen Y/N in years. Last time we saw her she/he was eleven." I said as I read aloud my idea for a made up friend because I don't recall knowing anyone with the name Y/N. "She'd/he'd probably be twenty three my now." I continued.
*Y/Ns POV a.k.a meanwhile at Wilford's*
"I've been here for twelve years and I still don't like you." I told Wilford. "But yet you still agreed to get a matching jackets." He said crossing his arms. "Whatever." I said rolling my eyes. "So. You planning on being like me?" He asked me.
"Yes. Yes I am." "Good. Take this." He said handing me a golden pistol just like his. "Um... thank you." I said hugging him. "No problem." "Now stand still." I whispered and pulled away from the hug and pointed the gun at him.
"Put down the gun Y/N!" He panicked. "No I'm fighting back! And also killing you in the process." I said right before I shot and killed him. "That... felt... amazing! I don't know why but it did! I'm a criminal!" I said before walking out the door and driving Wilford's car to a bank.
(A/N hey everyone I wanted to say sorry that this was short but I just felt like ending it there so yeah I will talk to you later I guess? Idk. Bye bye!)
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Dark Side (Darkiplier x Reader)
FanfictionYou're a criminal. You met another one robbing a bank. He seemed familiar. You never realized who he was and it didn't come to you. You now live with him and his friends trying to figure out what you're feeling. It felt good... it felt... like somet...
