Suspicious Minds [Darkiplier/Markiplier x Reader]

Chapter Twenty Eight: I couldn't think of a name for this one

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A year had went by since you last saw Wilford and you were spending as much time with the boys as you could. During this time, you had also went back home on several occasions and hung out with your friends. (Y/F/N) had really missed you. You guys hadn't seen each other much and decided it was time for another day out.

"(Y/N)!" She cried when she saw you. You two met up at your old apartment (which you moved out of because you were probably never coming back). "I missed you so much!" She squealed with delight, holding you in a spine crushing hug.

"I missed you too, you big nerd." You smiled and held her just as closely. You two let go of each other and walked down to the park you hadn't been to in years.

This time around, the park didn't feel foreboding, to you anyways. Instead, it was serene and peaceful. (Y/F/N) had told you the kids didn't play here much anymore, yet nobody had figured out why. You didn't mind, the quiet was nice. This place took you back to a few years ago.

It has been five years or so since you first met Dark and your life had been normal. Sometimes you missed it, but other times you didn't. Wilford may still be at large, but you didn't give a shit. All this training with Mark and Dark (again) had made you pretty good at kicking ass. No one was going to fuck with you and get away with it.

Your friend told you she was getting cold and felt like leaving. She looked a little unsettled for some reason and it concerned you. Now that you thought about it, the park was deafeningly silent. Weird.

You took one last look at the park, observing everything around you. You didn't feel an ambient presence, but you noticed something was off. You couldn't quite put your finger on it, but you chose to leave before shit went South.

The two of you went out for lunch and spent the rest of the day together. You were happy, to say the least. (Y/F/N) had that affect on you and you didn't want to leave her. She reminded you of a life you once had, one that you could never return to. The question was, did you even want to? You were unsure.

As your time with her was ending, you realized you missed seeing your friends as frequently as you once had. You reflected on the fact that you didn't work anymore, you weren't going to school, and you didn't get to see anyone you knew that often. Maybe you needed some time away from the boys, only to get your life back on track.

When the day was gone, you had Dark come pick you up. He teleported you to the bunker and asked about how your day was. You told him everything and told Mark as well. They were glad you had such a great time. You especially deserved it, after all you've been through.

"(Y/N), there are things we need to discuss." Dark said, a serious expression was on his face as you walked into the dining room. You immediately got nervous because when someone says that, shit was about to get real. "Take a seat."

"Uh oh." You said, as you sat with Mark, Dark, and even Creepiplier. "Are you pregnant?"

"Yes, (Y/N)." Dark said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. "But in all seriousness, an issue has arisen​ with Wilford."

Your face instantly fell, his name sparked anger from within. What could he possibly be doing now?

"Have you ever heard of a place by the name of raspy hill?" Dark asked, clasping his hands together on the table. You nodded.

"Wilford has been acquiring materials to destroy myself and Dark." Mark interjected.

"How do you know?" You cocked your head to the side, confused as ever.

"I installed a camera in Google 2.0, unbeknownst to him of course." Dark informed you.

"No one's caught on?" You were impressed with Dark's cleverness. "It's been a year." You felt sad thinking about Google's leave. You missed the bucket of bolts.

"I have to thank Mark for that." Dark smiled at Mark. "His magic concealed it."

"Oh shit. I'm proud, Markimoo." You praised him, "But back to Wilford's plot, I thought egos couldn't kill each other."

"We thought the same." Dark said, "They believe they've located the spell Wilford and I planned on using against Mark. They've also stole the unbinding spell from my black book."

"Really?" You asked.

"Yes." Dark said bluntly, you noticed that his shirt was a little torn and you wondered why. "Those imbeciles will kill us all if they attempt that kind of magic."

"Which means we have to stop them." Mark said. Dark rolled his eyes.

"No need to state the obvious, Mark." Dark antagonized Mark and they looked like they were about to start a fight. You changed the subject to get their minds off of it.

"What does Raspy Hill have to do with all of this?" You questioned.

"As you may know, Raspy Hill is my domain." Dark gestured to himself, "No magic will function there, other than my own."

"Raspy Hill is a real place?" You were shooketh, unsure if you even wanted to go there.

"Yes." Dark smirked, but grew grim once more. "Wilford will bring every ego sided with him to confront us. We're clearly out-numbered, which is why we need your help."

"I'll help you of course," You glanced between the three of them, "but we can't kill them, so what are we going to do when we get there?"

"There's a building in Raspy Hill that we can hold them in." Mark explained, "Time passes faster there relative to our world. We'll wear them down over time and convince them to join us."

"And if they continuously refuse, we will unbind them and kill them." Dark interjected and you gave him a surprised and disapproving look. "Don't give me that look, you know I'm a demon."

"That's not an excuse." You scolded him and he smirked at you. "Why didn't we put Wilford there when we first locked him up?"

"I won't lie to you, (Y/N)," Dark began, his gaze shifted down to the table. "Its existence slipped my mind. Creep, here, was the one who reminded us."

"Really?" You raised your eyebrows and looked approvingly at Creepiplier. "Good job, my dude."

"Thanks." Creepiplier slobbered, blushing and looking away from you. He was cute when he's flustered, even if he's a big ole pervert.

"What do you need me to do?" You turned back to Dark and Mark.

"For now, just get ready. We're going to head out the day after tomorrow." Mark said. "We'll give you further instructions later."

"I feel like a spy." You smiled, imagining yourself as a secret agent. The corners of Dark's mouth twitched upwards, but he quickly returned to the task at hand. You wondered why he was acting so stiff and it dawned on you. He was stressed, and if Dark is stressed about something, that's not good.

"You'll require weapons to defend yourself." Dark said. "I will see if I am able to locate my stun guns."

"So, is this meeting done?" You said, wanting to leave. You were tired after a day out with (Y/F/N) and you were ready to marry your bed. "I want to sleep, guys."

"You are dismissed." Dark smiled and you stood up. You went over and kissed Dark and Mark on the lips. You ruffled Creepiplier's hair and went off to bed. You needed to rest, the next few days were going to be hell. Might as well get a good night's sleep while you still can.

Tomorrow is another day.