Sick Little Games

>>The Man With No Shadow<<

Your head was pounding as you began to flutter your eyes open. You squinted your eyes until your sight was able to adjust itself to the dim light that filled the small room you were in. There wasn't much that the room could offer you to look at; the walls were a plain grey colour, as well as the floor and ceiling. You were tied tightly to a chair with ropes on every limb on your body, making it impossible to wriggle out of the bounds.

Suddenly, a man appeared in front of you within a cloud of smoke that slowly began to fade away. You thought that you were seeing things but he laid a single finger on your cheek, dragging it down towards your mouth and cupping his hand to hold your chin. You jumped a bit when his cold hand met your skin, which caused you to realize just how much the ropes were painfully cutting into your skin.

"Finally awake, (y/n)?" He said with a chuckle as he pulled his hand away and sat in a chair that was now in front of you. "W-who are you?" You spit out quickly, scared to speak any further, though anxious to know what was going on.

"Hm...I thought I told you before I brought you here. No matter, my name is Darkiplier." He said with a smirk. Now that you look back to the first time you saw him, you realized that he had said 'Dark' just before you were knocked out. You shook your head as questions started flying through your head; without thinking, you let all of them flow out in speech.

"Where am I? Why am I here? What are you going to do to me? Am I going to die? Why m-?"

"Shut up." Dark said, interrupting you with a stern voice that immediately shut you up.

"I apologize." He said with a sigh. "You'll find the answer as to why you are here in the future. Don't you worry about what's going to happen to you just yet." His lips curled into a smirk as he set his arms over back of the chair and threw one of his legs across the other.

With a small chuckle he examined you, eyeing you from head to toe. As you could feel his gaze cross over you, it sent chills down your spine and you scolded him. He noticed this and his smirk quickly formed into a frown. "I don't appreciate you making that face towards me..." Dark said lowly as his expression became more upset.

"Yeah well I don't appreciate creeps kidnapping me and then staring at me like a perv!" You spat back out at him.

As soon as the words left your mouth, he stood up and grabbed your chin harshly and leaned down to meet your eyes with his. You winced and tried to turn your head, but his grip only tightened and you had no choice but to look forwards at him.

"Don't you ever  talk to me like that again. Understand?"

You were so struck with fear at his voice suddenly becoming incredibly deep as it was somewhat resonating throughout the small room. Tears started to well up as you nodded your head and felt his touch drift away from your chin; you knew that it would leave a bruise in the shape of his fingers. He stepped towards the door and laid a hand on the handle and turned back to look at you. He hesitated for a moment, but twisted the handle and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.

"I'll be back in a bit..." You heard him mumble just before he left the room.

A single tear rolled down your face as you looked around for some way of escape, even though you knew there was no chance; you still wanted to believe that you could get yourself out of this.

After a few minutes of desperate tugging upon the ropes, you started to cry as you felt the ropes rip into your flesh and the sound of blood dripping down onto the floor. You suddenly felt the ropes being tugged on, which made the pain even worse, but before you could muster a scream, a hand quickly glided over your mouth.

The ropes soon came undone and fell to the floor. It was so relieving, though your skin stung where the ropes once were, but it quickly became a cool and refreshing feeling. The person who had undone the ropes finally walked in front of you, and you took in his features. He had messy dyed green hair with black gauges that stretched his ears ever so slightly. He wore a black shirt with matching black jeans with a few tears in them; they were skinny, so they put real emphasis on his hips. He had what seemed to be a fairly new scar of a slit throat plastered across his neck and wore a devilish grin on his face.

"Hello lass~" he said as he crossed his arms. "The name's Antisepticeye." His lips rose into a wide smile as a resonating chuckle escaped his lips and his body began to glitch.

(A/N: Oh my gosh I know that this may not seem too interesting but I'm super excited for this story! I've got a lot planned, so please stick around ;) anyways thank you so much to thatawkwardfangirl03 for making my cover ^^ it's great and my inspiration for this story was their story "Stuck In The Middle")