Darkness Helps Me Hide It

Chapter 22: New home?

*Dark POV*

'This'll fix it. He'll know the truth. He'll come back. Y/N will be back at home with me and he'll trust me again.' Those were my repeating thoughts. Every time they would repeat I got happy. A smile grew on my face knowing I'll get him back.

I was walking as fast as I could with Anti not far behind me. At this point I semed like I was almost running.

Soon enough I started banging on the door to his hotel room. I eagerly waited. Anti got to my side and waited along with me. As I stood there time passed. Wouldn't someone have opened but when there was someone knocking as hard as I did? Not to be pushy but this was taking long.

"Y/N? Its Dark can you please open the door?" I sounded desperate.

Silence.

I was starting to actually get worried. My first instinct was to kick down the door but I just broke the door knob instead. Didn't want to get any unwanted attention. Plus it would've looked like some kind of home invasion.

I opened the door and took a peek inside. I didn't even see the backpack took took with him. The blanketed looked like they were moved to sleep in.

"Maybe check the bathroom?" Anti suggested. I did so but it came up empty too. Did he go out? Maybe he did. Yeah that's it.

I came out to see Anti pick up a piece of paper from one of the bedside tables.

"What's that?" I asked.

"Uhh its a note from...Wilford." Anti spoke out hesitantly.

"What does it day." I asked as I felt my eye twitch a bit while feeling my blood boil.

"Its says 'I some how knew you would come get Y/N, so I decided it'd be best to take him now. Don't worry he's unharmed. I'll take care of the damage you've made. Unless he doesn't want to cooperate. Then I'll dispose of him. -Wilford" Anti read the note in a montone voice.

He fucking took Y/N. He took what was mine. I clenched my fists and breathed in deeply. I had to keep my calm. Right now was not the time to start destroying stuff again.

"Alright. Guess we're gonna pay a visit to pinky." I said in a fake upbeat voice. I walked out with Anti yet again right behind me.

Now I'm a psychopath somewhat. I'll admit that. Though Wilford was truly the crazier one of both of us. Wilford was more of a control freak than I was. He always thought everything was a game, he'd love it until it reached the point where it looks like he'd lose. So he'd instantly go to the most drastic measures just to be in control again.

I can't even think about what he's saying or doing to Y/N. Maybe he's trying to convince Y/N to be with him instead. I don't want Wilford touching all over Y/N. The thought makes me want to hurt him even more.

Once Anti and I got home I went into my room. I opened my closet and moved all the junk out of my way to open up a secret compartment I had. Nothing special. Nothing flash. Just a few handy dandy things I always have just in case someone wants to fuck around.

I got two glocks, a pair of brass knuckles and a bowie knife. Quickly hiding it on my person I turned to Anti. He was patiently waiting for instructions on what to do.

Anti, I'll point out now, is very much up to do anything. Regardless of how dangerous it'd be. Plus we've been friends since the beginning so he knows I'd never let him go off dying on me. I need a friend too, even though I was a demon. Of course I'd pay him back for all this believe me.

I hand him two brass knuckles and nothing else. He prefers to fight hand to hand instead of using a gun. I would only be taking the ones I have in case Wilford wants to try anything funny. Which I have a strong feeling that he would.