Suspicious Minds [Darkiplier/Markiplier x Reader]

Chapter Thirty One: Raspy Hill

A/N: Holy fuck, this chapter got long. Sorry about that. Hope you enjoy anyways.
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When you woke up, Dark was snoring softly in your ear. You reached over for your phone on your bedside table and saw that it was morning. You turned over to Dark and booped his nose. His eyes fluttered open, meeting yours with a look of confusion.

"Morning, nerd." You greeted him, booping his nose again. You went for the third boop, but he caught your wrist. "I just wanted to boop the snoot."

He groaned at your word choice, but released your wrist. You rolled off the bed and stood up. A sudden wave a depression hit you as you realized that you had to face off with all of the egos today.

Dark noticed your shoulders slouch over and came up behind you. He rested his chin on your shoulder while hugging you from behind. You didn't realize you had been crying until you saw a tear fall from your face.

"Dark, promise me something." You said, collecting yourself once more. "Promise me that you won't die today or for a long time."

"I'll try not to." He said and you knew that he couldn't. Hell, you couldn't even promise that you wouldn't die.

"Hey," You turned around and looked him in the eyes. "I want you to know something."

"Yes?" He raised an eyebrow, his hands still on your waist.

"You." Was all you said and he looked confused. "I choose you." His face lit up and he gave you a huge smile. He picked you up and spun you around, holding you close to him. He set you down again and pulled away.

"Ready yourself." He said, a serious expression replaced the overjoyed one. "We have to leave soon." He left your room and you did as he said. You grabbed breakfast, as did Mark and Dark. You all met in Dark's room and put on all of your gear. Bing apparently didn't need any gear because of the whole android shit.

Bing was silent, seeming as if he had switched into serious mode. He was still wearing his sun glasses, but lacked his skateboard. He had on a long sleeved black shirt, black pants, and black combat boots. He had been given various guns and knives and was prepped to go.

"Good luck, dudette." Bing leaned over to you and whispered. "You're going to do hella rad, my buddy pal friend chum fellow bruther amigo."

"Thanks?" You gave him an unsure look. Bing was odd to say the least and cringey as hell. You didn't underestimate him because Dark wouldn't let him come if he was of no use.

"Are we all ready?" Mark asked and you faltered. You remembered a certain item that aided you previously against Wilford.

"Wait! I gotta get something!" You sprinted to the kitchen and sifted through the drawers. You grabbed your trusty spoon and ran back to Dark's room.

"Seriously?" Dark raised an eyebrow when he saw what you just dropped in the duffle bag.

"It's for good luck. Don't judge me." You said defensively. Dark rolled his eyes and grabbed his black book from his desk. He set it down gently in the bag, zipped it up, and handed the bag off to Mark.

"Let's do another run down of the plan." Mark suggested.

"First, we travel to Raspy Hill." Dark instructed. "We will set up camp and prepare the holding cells. Afterwards, I'll transport the others there and we'll capture them individually."

"Why not get them one at a time?" You questioned.

"Th̶e̶ ̶a̶u̶t̶h̶o̶r̶ ̶w̶a̶n̶t̶e̶d̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶m̶a̶k̶e̶ ̶t̶h̶i̶n̶g̶s̶ ̶m̶o̶r̶e̶ ̶i̶n̶t̶e̶r̶e̶s̶t̶i̶n̶g̶ Inter-dimensional teleportation requires great concentration. The rapid succession could result in me getting lost in the void." He explained. You nodded your head and let Dark do his thing. Dark grabbed one of your hands and Mark grabbed the other. Mark put his hand on Bing's shoulder and you were about ready to go.