Let Darkness Deceive You ~ Darkiplier x Reader Sequal

Nineteen

         

 

(Y/N P.O.V)

 

It had been a couple of days since the incident with Dark. He never told me where he went that night and a part of me didn't want to know. It was coming to the end of his suspension. He was sat in the Livingroom currently waiting for a phone call. I sat at the kitchen table with my laptop going through our banking. There was almost $200 dollars missing and I was trying to find out where it went. I'd ask Dark but I can't be doing with another attack.

 

I was scrolling through the transaction list when my phone shook violently in my pocket. I opened it up to see that it was a text from Anti.

 

A: 'hey (Y/N) just got a call from my boss, I'm back on the case!'
   Y: 'That's great but what about Dark?'
A: 'She wants to speak with him, she said she'd call shortly'
Y: 'Okay'

 

As if on cue, the phone in the Livingroom started ringing. After hearing Dark pick up the phone I returned to my computer screen and continued to scroll through the many purchases. I was drawing close to the end of the page. My focus was ripped away once again by Darks heavy footsteps entering the room. He was walking over to the counter behind me where his keys and wallet were. I could tell he was mad, his breathing was heavy and short and his body was tense and fixated.

 

"Is everything okay, honey?"
"No, it's not! That stupid bitch wants to speak with me about my 'commitment to the force' (He mocked whilst using air quotes) and does you know what's outrageous!?"
"What?"
"She's not even asked Anti to come in!"

 

He turned around so he was now looking over my shoulder. He seemed to stop in his tracks when he saw what I was doing. With a small step forward, he leant down so that his lips were only a few centimetres away from my ear.

 

"What are you doing?"
"Checking our transaction history for that joint account that we share?"
"Joint account?"
"Yeah, nearly $200 dollars are unaccounted for"
"Oh, okay"

 

He turned away and walked quickly past towards the front door.

 

"Babe? Babe!? Is everything okay?!"

 

But the only reply I got was the sound of the door slamming shut. I continued to scroll through the page, blaming his abnormal behaviour on stress – it seems I've been doing that a lot lately. My laptop made a loud dong, signalling that I made it to the end of the page. I looked through the transactions over the past few weeks and BINGO!

 

Three receipts from three different shops which add up to the total of missing money. But where did theses receipt come from:

 

The ultimate fancy dresses

· 4 x 7-pack of black contact lenses

· 7 gallons of ultimate white fake tan

Terry's Supplies

· 5 x 1.5m length chain

· Cattle prod charger

LA Petrol Station

· 6 x cinnamon whisky

· 46 litres of petrol

I gazed at the list in bewilderment, wondering what the meaning was for all these strange objects. But then a thought came to mind. I reached for my phone and quickly dialled in the number.

"Hello LA maximum security prison"
"Hi, Im (Y/N) I was wondering if you could tell me if you're currently holding Wilford Warfstache?"
"Um, I don't know if I can give you that sort of information?"
"Please! I was kidnapped and tortured by him 5 years ago! Now please, do you have him contained?"

The operator went quiet. It was a couple of seconds until they spoke again and when they did, they began with a deep sigh.

"I'm afraid Miss that Wilford had escaped a couple of weeks ago. We didn't inform the press as we knew it would result in serious public distress"
"What!?"
"We did call you? We spoke with your fiancé; did he not tell you?"

I froze in realisation.

"Miss? Miss?"

*BEEEEEEEEP*

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