Stuck In The Middle - Darkiplier x Antisepticeye x Reader

>Who You Actually Were< 18

A voice jolted you awake. "(Y/N)! Breakfast is done, come down when you're ready!"

"Ugh... coming, coming," you muttered, slipping out of bed. You barely got any rest lest night. Wilford was shouting in his room, Glitch was blaring music, and something in the food last night made you visit the washroom more than once. Slipping on a robe, you brushed your teeth and headed downstairs, where you saw Wilford at the dining table, drinking a cup of tea and reading the newspaper. Glitch was by the stove with pancakes, waffles, oatmeal, bacon, eggs and toast beside him.

"Morning, (Y/N)," Wilford greeted. "Glitch had the courtesy of making breakfast this morning."

"Oh, thank Go- erm, thank you, Glitch," you thanked him sheepishly. Glitch winked and turned back to the stove, flipping some pancakes. You sat beside Wilford, and he put down the paper.

"Tea, (Y/N)?" he asked politely, holding up a teapot.

"Do you have anything stronger, by any chance, Wilf? I have a bad headache today," you told him, rubbing your temples.

"Ah, I see. I'm not one to drink coffee, and Glitch doesn't, either," he said apologetically. "I'm terribly sorry."

"Oh. It's fine, thanks anyways. It should go away soon," you mumbled, and waited for Glitch to bring the food. After a while, he brought all of the plates, setting them down neatly in front of you. The smell of the feast made your mouth water, and you grabbed your fork. Glitch was, by far, definitely a better cook than Wilford.

"I remember the good old days when I made breakfast for you, Wilford," a low voice growled. Your head shot up, and Darkiplier was there, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. Even though his voice sounded angry, his face was calm, staring at the reporter beside you. Wilford stiffened, and his voice became harsh.

"You aren't allowed in this house," he stated.

"I used to live here. I think. I don't know, it all looks so different," Dark replied smoothly, raising an eyebrow skeptically.

"I'm glad you noticed. I was trying to get rid of the memory of you," Wilford snarled, getting up. Dark's posture straightened as they stared each other down. Wilford finally glanced away, and you saw that Dark allowed himself a smirk, then turned to you.

"Traitor."

"E-excuse me?!" you gasped, offended. He narrowed his eyes, and repeated,

"Traitor."

"You started this!" you cried, shooting up from your chair, causing it to topple backwards. You saw Wilford flinch as the chair surely dented the marble floor, but you didn't really care at this point. "You kidnapped me, you strangled me, then you bring me to dinner! What was I supposed to think about you?" you asked, exasperated. Dark stayed silent. "Then Anti comes, and he's just as confusing, but at least he told me something! And Wilford, who's given me the most answers yet! I trust him the most!"

"That's your mistake," Dark murmured, looking away.

"Well, it's better than trusting you, demon! I know what you did to Anti and Sam, you monster!" you shouted, and he looked at you. You immediately knew that you should have worded your insults better. He stormed up to you, grabbing your arm tightly.

"You don't know anything about me, kid. Nothing," he spat, his dark eyes staring through you. "You wouldn't be able to even believe what I say, if I told you. You had it easy. You aren't some...." He stopped, and let go. "You aren't some freak... you've never had to deal with being called a mistake every day of his life." You felt your face heat up at his words, your throat becoming dry. Your tongue twisted and knotted itself together as you tried to say something, anything, to shatter the ice forming in your mind, coming from the harsh words Dark spoke to you. About himself.

"Dark...." you whispered, at a loss for proper words. He stepped away angrily, now paying attention to Glitch, allowing you to comprehend what happened.

"I know what you did," he told him. Glitch paled. "I took care of you. I treated you when Wilford never did. And this is how you repay me."

"What else was I supposed to do?" he questioned weakly. "He was gonna kill me!"

"Then you should have died, Glitch! If I was in your position, I would have chosen that then betraying you!"

"Well, I-I'm n-n-not y-you!" Glitch exclaimed, tears in his flashing eyes. The glitches around his body were speeding up as he became increasingly agitated, and his voice was crackling and stuttering, sounding like computer lags. He was really guilty for whatever he had done to Dark, and it was obvious to everyone. Including Wilford, who didn't look exactly pleased. "Yeah, y-you c-c-c-cared a-a-about m-me! A-and you t-took care of m-me, and I'm s-s-sorry! I-I'm s-sorry, D-Dark!" The tears fell from his eyes as he gripped the spatula that was in his hand harder. It looked like he was about to bend it at any given time. Dark looked surprised.

"You're actually sorry," he said. Glitch nodded, gritting his teeth so as not to start bawling in front of us. "Then come back with me. We can be a family again, just the two of us. Exactly like before." Dark glared at Wilford, who just stared back.

"But... I d-don't know, D-Dark. I really don't," Glitch told him hesitantly, his voice and body calming so the glitches happened slightly less frequently. You hoped that was a good thing.

"Don't listen to him, Glitch. Remember our deal," Wilford growled, glaring daggers at the demon. Glitch cowered back.

"What a-about (Y/N)?" Glitch asked, trying to change the subject. "What will h-happen to her? She has n-nothing to do with this, and, no offence," he apologized, glancing at you before turning back, "but I don't think she can handle herself."

"Hey!" you objected. "I can take care of myself just fine!" You crossed your arms, confused, scared, and curious. Dark scoffed, and became quiet.

"You don't even know, do you?" he finally asked after a long time. "Any of you?" His voice was quiet, weak almost, like he was forcing out the words coming from his mouth. His thin lips were pulled up into a sad smile, quivering with the tension and the secrets he held in that dark, clouded storm that he called a mind.

"K-know what, Dark?" Glitch questioned.

"Yeah, what do you know that we don't?" Wilford butted in, uncomfortable with being ignored. Dark stared at you, and you felt awkward, guilty for a crime you didn't commit... or didn't mean to commit.

"What are you hiding from us, Darkiplier?" you asked quietly, staring into his eyes. You saw the courage and the determination fill up in his eyes, and he pointed at you, straight at your chest.

"Who you are."

Everyone was quiet for a long time as Dark's words sunk in. You didn't know what to make of it, anyhow. You knew who you were. Then... you thought about it.

Yeah. Everything was fine until almost a week ago. You were in your dorm, about to head to class, then the demon version of a YouTuber who plays video games for a living kidnaps you, gives you a bedroom before almost killing you, then feeds you. Then in the middle of the night, another demon from Jacksepticeye takes you again, and you eat breakfast with him. Then he gives you a nice little sob story about the how he lost his pet, and how demon number one goes mentally crazy. Demon number two then proceeds to argue with demon one, and you run away to find Mr. Reporter, whom nobody trusts and everybody dislikes. And as you kept repeating those facts in your head, you slowly realized....

You had no idea who you actually were.