Darkness Helps Me Hide It

Chapter 36: Unexpected Words

*Narrator POV* (still)

Wilford had lunged forward and once again grabbed Y/N by his throat and slammed him right into one of the pillars that held him down when he got here.

Y/N's head made hard contact and left a spot of blood. He shook off the pain and turned his attention back to Wilford.

Wilford raised his hand quick and formed a small, sharp spear with his pink mist. With a quick action he thrust it downwards aiming it at Y/N right in the middle of his chest.

"No!" Dark had screamed out.

Wilford was only centimeters away from stabbing Y/N. He was frozen where he stood. The pink spear had disappeared from existence and his hand slowly made its way down to his side. Blood began to leak out of his mouth and drip onto the floor.

Y/N had his right hand through Wilford's chest. His hands had turned into long black claws that were now soaked with crimson.

Before he could heal himself Y/N pushed him onto the ground and began to slash him. As stood over Wilford and slightly bent down to keep cutting away at Wilford.

One after the other, his slashes would tear away chunks of flesh and scratch at now exposed bones. All while letting out maniacal laughs every other second.

As this kept going on Dark had slowly gotten up from where he was and continued to look at Y/N. Watching him claw at an obviously dead Wilford. There was no way he was going to be alive after that. Even if he did have infant healing. Y/N wouldn't let a second go by for it to happen.

He gave a discouraging look at the sight he saw. This wasn't the Y/N he began to know. The one he began to love more than anything.

He gradually made his way over to Y/N to make him stop so they could all go home. Everyone else looked on. Not sure how Dark would be able to calm him down now.

*Dark POV*

I stopped a good distance away from Y/N so I wouldn't be the next victim under his claws. I scrunched up a face a bit because I wouldn't ever expect this from him at all. This wasn't who he was.

This is only the result of the built up rage and hurt he had to deal with and keep suppressed all these years.

"Um Y/N?" I tried to get his attention.

He immediately stopped his slashing and turned to me. The grin he had slowly faded.

"What do you want?" He asked in an annoyed tone.

"I think we should go home. He's dead just let it be." I tried to reason with him.

"I guess you're right. Just means I'll have to go find other pathetic weaklings to cut." He shook his hands to get the blood off of his claws a bit.

"No you're not. You have to calm down so we can go home." I demanded.

"Who's gonna stop me? You? If Wilford couldn't do it than I'm pretty sure you can either." He taunted.

"I will if I have to, this isn't you." I had let out before being slammed onto the floor.

My vision had gone slightly blurry from my head making impact on the floor but I knew who was holding me down.

Y/N had positioned himself over me. Strandling me a little. His claws were right at my chest the same way they were on Wilford. My heart sped up its pace a good amount.

"And you think you know me? Is that what you're trying to say?" He asked squinting his eyes a little. I opened my mouth to answer but he continued. "Because I'm pretty sure you know very little. Do you understand the shit I've gone through? The Shir I've seen? Shit that I have heard? Everything that I've been through! There is no way you can even begin to understand the hate I've gotten towards me just trying to be myself! Don't you dare say this isn't me when you don't even know me!" He was a little out of breath.

His words hurt I'll admit that. I knew he was only saying them out of hate. I needed to calm him down so I let out what I had on my mind.

"You're right." I started off. "I can't understand what you've gone through. I don't know how it feels to be hated for just being yourself. Well, other than Mark and you for a while but I do know you. The time we've spent together I've noticed the little things. When you go to bed you take a deep breath before I know you finally fell asleep. You don't like to have cold feet. Going up the stairs you only step on the balls of your feet when barefoot. You don't wear matching socks, even if its only the slightest difference. You obviously enjoy watching horror movies more than anything. You like water to be room temperature." I saw his muscles relax a little.  "I know its not much but please understand that I still want to know more. Tell me everything and anything. Even if its just weird shit." I let out a nervous chuckle.

The claws he had aimed at my chest began to go back to his regular hands. His expression softened. He looked dead tired. And soon enough his eyes slowly went back to how they were.

"You came all this way for me.." He lowly let out.

"Of course I did. Don't you remember what I told you before?" I asked. He looked at me a little confused.

"You're the light of my life." I slowly sat up and let him slide onto my lap. He slumped down a little but I could still see a lmslighr smile appear on his face.

There was a silence. I didn't want to say anything. So I picked him up. He wrapped his legs around my waist and I held him up with my arms. He held on with his arms around my neck and kept quiet. I wasn't concerned. He was probably very tired from being out of control for a while. Longest I've seen.

We all started to walk out without a word to be said. I didn't care about who was going to run the operation Wilford had started here. Maybe they would eventually stop with no boss to tell then what to do.

Walking out of the building I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned to look and it was Anti giving me a sort of warm smile. I nodded and we kept on going.

I heard a deep breath come out of Y/N signaling that he had gone to sleep. It only makes me wodlnder how long hell be asleep for this time. A few days? A week? A month?

Though my concern now was just getting home and getting him to bed regardless of how long he'd be out for.

Yes we left JG still strapped to the bed. We left Wilford's body, or whatever was left of it, on the basement floor. None of us were good at cleaning up that kind of mess. We make them but never clean them. I never did anyways.

Now we're home.

Bing and Google plopped onto the couches to recharge. Google actually sat down lazily and Bing flopped onto his lap like a cat would. They instantly started to charge themselves. Anti said his good nights and went into the spare room like always.

I had gone into my room and set down Y/N gently. I changed him out of his regular clothes and left him in his boxers.

Before I changed myself I had picked up my phone to text Mark the gist of what had happened but I noticed it was 4:37 am. I had no idea it was that late. What a night, I'll say that much.

I decided to have Mark come by instead tomorrow and tell him in person.

I peeled of my blood stained clothes and climbed into bed with Y/N.

He tensed up at first but immediately relaxed when I pulled him close to me. I whispered my goodnights and let myself drift off to sleep.

(A/N: hold shit is this the end of the story? Not really. I'll add one more chapter to wrap it up. A pretty calm way to solve the problem right? I didn't have any other ideas. Anyways, there it is.)