Diamonds or Dust (darkiplier X reader X antisepticeye)

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An: title chapter: The fight between Dark and Light.
(The video was the only mash up of both Highway to Hell and Stairwy to Heaven author-senpai could find)
If I made a mashup like that I'd call it stairway to hell or highway to heaven!
(You should)
I know but I'm lazy.

Your POV:
I was diving in and out of consciousness. A face kept appearing above me when I was conscious. He had a doctors headband on and his dark hair flopped around it. He looked like Mark. He wore a blue shirt and a lab coat that bore a silvery title that read Dr.Iplier.
When he spoke his voice was airy and far away. I barley ever caught what he was saying. The first time he spoke to me I was conscious enough to catch,
"Ꭵm sᎾᏒᏒᎽ, ᎽᎾu'ᏒᎬ ᎠᎽᎥᏁᎶ."
I mumbled,
"αω, ѕнιт." Before blacking out again.
When I woke this time I held onto my consciousness. When I opened my eyes I saw a bright light shining down on me.
'This makes as much sense as a dream.' I though to myself, in the back of my head I felt a deep throbbing pain so I decided not to move. There was something cold against my back and my hands and feet were bound with something strong. It only took me ten seconds to realize I wasn't wearing a shirt and instead I had bandages wrapped around me from just above my waist up to my armpits. I wanted to think about how I got here but couldn't because my mind hurt too much. The light above me was distractingly bright and I tried to keep my eyes shut as much as possible. I soon heard a door swoosh open and quick precise footsteps coming in, I could tell the person took long strides because there was a three second delay between their footsteps. I didn't understand why I was suddenly so consumed with counting everything, maybe it was an instinct? The light above me turned off and I blinked a lot to make the residue of it disappear so I could see. I heard the click of a pen and scribbling, it took twelve seconds for the pen to click again and more footsteps to begin. I was following the sound of the footsteps with my eyes hoping to catch a glimpse at whoever was in the room. I heard the swoosh of a door again and another person strode in they were in more of a hurry a two and a half second delay between their steps.
"w̸e̸l̸l̸, h̸o̸w̸ i̸s̸ s̸h̸e̸!?" A dark rough voice asked, the voice sounded a little familiar but I couldn't place a name. I continued to listen to their conversation, this gave me the same strange sense of déjà vu, my eyes followed the sound of their footsteps. It took thirty seconds for the first person to respond,
"shᎬ Ꭵs fᎥᏁᎬ ᎠᎾᏁ'Ꮖ ᎳᎾᏒᏒᎽ." His voice was loud but calm and almost soothing. Five seconds for the second man to answer,
"d̸o̸c̸ i̸ d̸o̸n̸'t̸ n̸e̸e̸d̸ w̸o̸r̸d̸s̸ o̸f̸ c̸o̸m̸f̸o̸r̸t̸ i̸ n̸e̸e̸d̸ t̸o̸ m̸a̸k̸e̸ s̸u̸r̸e̸ t̸h̸a̸t̸ w̸h̸e̸n̸ s̸h̸e̸-"
"shᎬ Ꭵs ᎪᎳᎪᏦᎬ ᎽᎾu ᏦᏁᎾᎳ." There were quick steps towards me and a face peered down at me, I looked at them in utter confusion.
"[y̸/n̸] y̸o̸u̸ m̸u̸s̸t̸ b̸e̸ s̸o̸ c̸o̸n̸f̸u̸s̸e̸d̸!" The gruff voiced person exclaimed while looking down at me. His face resembled that of one of my favourite youtubers, Markiplier except for the fact that his eyes where dark and black with red pupils and his teeth were sharp as a canines.
"∂αякιρℓιєя..." My vision began to black out and their voices became more hurried and echoey and then, darkness.

I woke in a panic, sweat dripping down the nape of my neck. I went to sit up but felt my arms restraint.
'How did I get here?' I thought trying to recompose myself. I closed my eyes trying to figure it out. It was like a large black wall was blocking me from my memories, I couldn't access any of them, it took me even ten minutes to remember my birthday!
"тʝιик, [y/n]! тнιик!" My head still throbbed slightly but that wasn't important. I was focusing all my energy on remembering. Then, as if the wall had been smashed my mind flooded with information making my stomach knot and bile rose into my throat, I swallowed it with a stinging sensation. 'Focus.' I told myself the headache getting worse. 'Sort through everything. Find an answer.' I began to sift through my own memories that had scattered across my mind. Finally the images came to me, falling, landing, more falling, his arms around me, the dark smoke, then the kitchen. My stomach fluttered.
"нє ѕανє∂ му ℓιfє." I said aloud, "нє ¢αяєѕ fσя му ѕαfєту." I smiled absently picturing the evil man in my thoughts.
"w̸e̸l̸l̸ i̸ p̸r̸e̸f̸e̸r̸ i̸f̸ y̸o̸u̸ d̸i̸d̸n̸'t̸ d̸i̸e̸." A gruff voice spoke from my right.
My eyes flew open in a panic my heart leaping into a galloping pace.
"c̸a̸l̸m̸ y̸o̸u̸r̸s̸e̸l̸f̸, p̸l̸e̸a̸s̸e̸. i̸t̸'s̸ j̸u̸s̸t̸ m̸e̸." Dark said stepping into my line of sight. He rested his hand on my beating heart which slowed quickly as he did. I smiled my cheeks flushing.
"n̸o̸!" He bellowed catching me off guard and making me flinch away. He composed himself, "i̸ m̸e̸a̸n̸, n̸o̸ d̸o̸n̸'t̸ d̸o̸ t̸h̸a̸t̸." I was confused and with an awkward smile replied,
"∂-∂σи'т ∂σ ωнαт?" He sighed and took off my restraints. I sat up and looked at him with curiosity.
"d̸o̸n̸'t̸ s̸m̸i̸l̸e̸, o̸r̸ b̸l̸u̸s̸h̸, o̸r̸ l̸a̸u̸g̸h̸! d̸o̸n̸'t̸ y̸o̸u̸ u̸n̸d̸e̸r̸s̸t̸a̸n̸d̸ h̸o̸w̸ h̸a̸r̸d̸ i̸t̸ i̸s̸ f̸o̸r̸ m̸e̸ t̸o̸ c̸o̸n̸t̸r̸o̸l̸ m̸y̸s̸e̸l̸f̸?" I cocked my head to the side in confusion. He sighed deeply.
"o̸f̸ c̸o̸u̸r̸s̸e̸ y̸o̸u̸ d̸o̸n̸'t̸, y̸o̸u̸ d̸o̸n̸'t̸ e̸v̸e̸n̸ k̸n̸o̸w̸ y̸o̸u̸'r̸e̸ d̸o̸i̸n̸g̸ i̸t̸." He stood and folded both his arms behind his head facing away from me. "e̸v̸e̸r̸y̸t̸i̸m̸e̸ y̸o̸u̸ s̸m̸i̸l̸e̸, o̸r̸ l̸a̸u̸g̸h̸, o̸r̸ b̸l̸u̸s̸h̸ i̸ j̸u̸s̸t̸ w̸a̸n̸n̸a̸...." He stopped and turned to face me keeping his head facing towards the ground. "i̸ j̸u̸s̸t̸ w̸a̸n̸n̸a̸ p̸u̸l̸l̸ y̸o̸u̸ c̸l̸o̸s̸e̸, a̸n̸d̸ k̸i̸s̸s̸ y̸o̸u̸ f̸o̸r̸e̸v̸e̸r̸." My heart leapt into action again and my stomach disabled into butterflies. He looked up sharply.
"a̸n̸d̸ t̸h̸a̸t̸ c̸a̸n̸n̸o̸t̸ h̸a̸p̸p̸e̸n̸! y̸o̸u̸ w̸o̸u̸l̸d̸ h̸u̸r̸t̸ m̸a̸r̸k̸! " I slowly moved over to him smiling he went to step back but hesitated.
"иσ ι ωσιℓ∂и'т," I whispered quietly, "ι'∂ нυят уσυ." He went to step away again but still didn't he was curious of if I'd actually kiss him, I could tell. And I did. I pulled him in close and connected our lips. He put a hand on the back of my head and the other around my waist. His stubble
(B꙰A꙰B꙰Y꙰ B꙰E꙰A꙰R꙰D꙰) was rough against my skin and his lips were dry and cracked in some places. He was trying to be gentle with me, I could tell. And then it ended, all too soon. I pulled away and looked down.
'You just kissed a demon [y/n], looks like it's no heaven for you.' Dark chuckled obviously reading my thoughts.
"i̸t̸'s̸ n̸o̸t̸ w̸o̸r̸t̸h̸ i̸t̸ a̸n̸y̸w̸a̸y̸s̸." He chuckled. Light appeared just on cue in a blinding flash of light and shouted at the demon,
"Y͙O͙U͙ T͙A͙K͙E͙ T͙H͙A͙T͙ B͙A͙C͙K͙!!" I startled at the sudden loudness of Light's voice. It echoed all throughout the small room which had to have good acoustics because his voice seemed to be amplified to that of ten men. Dark smirked and strode over to stand directly in front of the angel whose face was so angered.
"h̸e̸a̸v̸e̸n̸ i̸s̸ n̸o̸t̸h̸i̸n̸g̸ c̸o̸m̸p̸a̸r̸e̸d̸ t̸o̸ h̸e̸l̸l̸." Dark said. Light's hand flinched as if going to punch Dark.
"H͙E͙L͙L͙ I͙S͙N͙'T͙ A͙N͙Y͙ B͙E͙T͙T͙E͙R͙." He grumbled balling his hands into fists.
"i̸ t̸h̸i̸n̸k̸ y̸o̸u̸r̸ g̸o̸w̸n̸ i̸s̸ o̸n̸ t̸o̸o̸ t̸i̸g̸h̸t̸ l̸i̸g̸h̸t̸, h̸a̸v̸e̸ y̸o̸u̸ s̸e̸e̸n̸ h̸e̸l̸l̸? i̸t̸ h̸a̸s̸ e̸v̸e̸r̸y̸t̸h̸i̸n̸g̸ y̸o̸u̸ c̸o̸u̸l̸d̸ e̸v̸e̸r̸ w̸a̸n̸t̸." Dark then turned to me and lights face melted into one of panic as if just noticing I was in the room. "i̸f̸ y̸o̸u̸ d̸i̸e̸ a̸n̸d̸ g̸o̸ t̸o̸ h̸e̸l̸l̸ y̸o̸u̸ w̸o̸n̸'t̸ b̸e̸ m̸e̸t̸ w̸i̸t̸h̸ f̸i̸r̸e̸ a̸n̸d̸ s̸u̸f̸f̸e̸r̸i̸n̸g̸."
"D͙A͙R͙K͙ D͙O͙N͙'T͙ D͙O͙ T͙H͙I͙S͙."
"i̸f̸ y̸o̸u̸ d̸i̸e̸d̸ a̸n̸d̸ w̸e̸n̸t̸ t̸o̸ h̸e̸l̸l̸, b̸u̸t̸ y̸o̸u̸ l̸o̸v̸e̸d̸ s̸h̸o̸p̸p̸i̸n̸g̸ a̸ s̸h̸o̸p̸p̸i̸n̸g̸ m̸a̸l̸l̸ f̸u̸l̸l̸ o̸f̸ a̸l̸l̸ y̸o̸u̸ c̸o̸u̸l̸d̸ e̸v̸e̸r̸ w̸a̸n̸t̸ w̸o̸u̸l̸d̸ b̸e̸ w̸a̸i̸t̸i̸n̸g̸!"
"G͙R͙E͙E͙D͙...."
"o̸r̸ i̸f̸ y̸o̸u̸ s̸l̸e̸p̸t̸ w̸i̸t̸h̸ a̸ d̸i̸f̸f̸e̸r̸e̸n̸t̸ p̸e̸r̸s̸o̸n̸ e̸v̸e̸r̸y̸ n̸i̸g̸h̸t̸, a̸ w̸h̸o̸l̸e̸ s̸e̸l̸e̸c̸t̸i̸o̸n̸ o̸f̸ w̸i̸l̸l̸i̸n̸g̸ p̸a̸r̸t̸i̸c̸i̸p̸a̸n̸t̸s̸ w̸o̸u̸l̸d̸ b̸e̸ w̸a̸i̸t̸i̸n̸g̸!"
"L͙U͙S͙T͙."
"o̸r̸ i̸f̸ y̸o̸u̸ b̸o̸a̸s̸t̸e̸d̸ y̸o̸u̸r̸ w̸h̸o̸l̸e̸ l̸i̸f̸e̸, w̸h̸e̸n̸ y̸o̸u̸ d̸i̸e̸, a̸ w̸h̸o̸l̸e̸ g̸r̸o̸u̸p̸ o̸f̸ p̸e̸o̸p̸l̸e̸ w̸a̸i̸t̸i̸n̸g̸ t̸o̸ h̸e̸a̸r̸ y̸o̸u̸r̸ t̸a̸l̸l̸ t̸a̸l̸e̸s̸."
"P͙R͙I͙D͙E͙."
"o̸r̸ i̸f̸ y̸o̸u̸ d̸i̸d̸ n̸o̸t̸h̸i̸n̸g̸ w̸i̸t̸h̸ y̸o̸u̸r̸ l̸i̸f̸e̸, a̸ b̸e̸d̸ w̸o̸u̸l̸d̸ b̸e̸ w̸a̸i̸t̸i̸n̸g̸ s̸o̸ y̸o̸u̸ c̸o̸u̸l̸d̸ f̸i̸n̸a̸l̸l̸y̸ s̸l̸e̸e̸p̸ f̸o̸r̸e̸v̸e̸r̸."
"S͙L͙O͙T͙H͙."
"a̸n̸y̸t̸h̸i̸n̸g̸ y̸o̸u̸ w̸a̸n̸t̸ c̸a̸n̸ b̸e̸ f̸o̸u̸n̸d̸ i̸n̸ h̸e̸l̸l̸, m̸e̸a̸n̸w̸h̸i̸l̸e̸ u̸p̸ i̸n̸ h̸e̸a̸v̸e̸n̸, n̸o̸ l̸o̸v̸e̸, n̸o̸ i̸t̸e̸m̸s̸ o̸f̸ v̸a̸l̸u̸e̸, n̸o̸ s̸l̸e̸e̸p̸." Light finally did it, he cracked Dark upside the head with his fist, Dark stumbled and leaned against a wall for support I gasped afraid he might've gotten too hurt.
"H͙E͙ L͙I͙E͙S͙! T͙H͙E͙R͙E͙ I͙S͙ L͙O͙V͙E͙ I͙N͙ H͙E͙A͙V͙E͙N͙, U͙N͙C͙O͙N͙D͙I͙T͙I͙O͙N͙A͙L͙ A͙N͙D͙ E͙T͙E͙R͙N͙A͙L͙ L͙O͙V͙E͙! A͙N͙D͙ T͙H͙E͙R͙E͙ A͙R͙E͙ I͙T͙E͙M͙S͙ O͙F͙ V͙A͙L͙U͙E͙, S͙O͙ L͙O͙N͙G͙ A͙S͙ Y͙O͙U͙ D͙O͙N͙'T͙ V͙A͙L͙U͙E͙ T͙H͙E͙M͙ A͙B͙O͙V͙E͙ Y͙O͙U͙R͙ O͙W͙N͙ L͙I͙F͙E͙! A͙N͙D͙ T͙H͙E͙R͙E͙ I͙S͙ S͙L͙E͙E͙P͙, M͙O͙R͙E͙ T͙H͙A͙N͙ Y͙O͙U͙ C͙A͙N͙ E͙V͙E͙R͙ I͙M͙A͙G͙I͙N͙E͙ S͙O͙ L͙O͙N͙G͙ A͙S͙ Y͙O͙U͙ A͙R͙E͙ S͙T͙I͙L͙L͙ P͙R͙O͙D͙U͙C͙T͙I͙V͙E͙." I wasn't sure what exactly just happened. I'm only [age] and these people were already talking about my death? I grimaced at what he said upset that his voice had been raised. Light backed off slightly and cleared his throat,
"A͙S͙ F͙O͙R͙ Y͙O͙U͙R͙ K͙I͙S͙S͙I͙N͙G͙ T͙H͙I͙S͙ C͙R͙E͙A͙T͙U͙R͙E͙," he gestured to the slumped dark on the wall, "Y͙O͙U͙ S͙H͙A͙L͙L͙ R͙E͙C͙I͙V͙E͙ A͙ F͙U͙L͙L͙ P͙A͙R͙D͙O͙N͙, S͙O͙ L͙O͙N͙G͙ A͙S͙ Y͙O͙U͙ A͙S͙K͙ F͙O͙R͙G͙I͙V͙N͙E͙S͙S͙." And with that he disappeared.

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H꙰I꙰G꙰H꙰L꙰E꙰Y꙰  S꙰U꙰G꙰G꙰E꙰S꙰T꙰E꙰D꙰ A꙰N꙰Y꙰W꙰A꙰Y꙰S꙰! t̸h̸a̸n̸k̸ y̸o̸u̸ e̸v̸e̸r̸y̸b̸o̸d̸y̸ s̸o̸ m̸u̸c̸h̸ f̸o̸r̸ r̸e̸a̸d̸i̸n̸g̸, i̞̟̫̺ͭ̒ͭͣf̳͉̼͉̙͔͈̂̉

y͉̝͖̻̯ͮ̒̂ͮ͋ͫͨo͎̜̓̇ͫ̉͊ͨ͊u̟͎̲͕̼̳͉̲ͮͫͭ̋ͭ͛ͣ̈ l͕͖͉̭̰ͬ̍ͤ͆̊ͨi̞̟̫̺ͭ̒ͭͣk̲̱̠̞̖ͧ̔͊̇̽̿̑ͯͅe̮̟͈̣̖̰̩̹͈̾ͨ̑͑d̥̝̮͙͈͂̐̇ͮ̏̔̀̚ͅ i̞̟̫̺ͭ̒ͭͣt̘̟̼̉̈́͐͋͌̊, s̤̈l̤̈ä̤p̤̈ ẗ̤ḧ̤ä̤ẗ̤ l̤̈ï̤k̤̈ë̤ b̤̈ṳ̈ẗ̤ẗ̤ö̤n̤̈

r̤̈ï̤g̤̈ḧ̤ẗ̤ ï̤n̤̈ ï̤ẗ̤s̤̈ f̤̈ä̤c̤̈ë̤, l͕͖͉̭̰ͬ̍ͤ͆̊ͨi̞̟̫̺ͭ̒ͭͣk̲̱̠̞̖ͧ̔͊̇̽̿̑ͯͅe̮̟͈̣̖̰̩̹͈̾ͨ̑͑ a̘̫͈̭͌͛͌̇̇̍ b͎̣̫͈̥̗͒͌̃͑̔̾ͅo͎̜̓̇ͫ̉͊ͨ͊s̪̭̱̼̼̉̈́ͪ͋̽̚s̪̭̱̼̼̉̈́ͪ͋̽̚! a̸n̸d̸ a̸s̸ a̸l̸w̸a̸y̸s̸, i̸ w̸i̸l̸l̸ s̸e̸e̸ y̸o̸u̸, i̸n̸ t̸h̸e̸ n̸e̸x̸t̸ c̸h̸a̸p̸t̸e̸r̸,
b̸u̸h̸-b̸y̸e̸!