(Darkiplier x Reader) When a Black Cat Crosses Your Path (possibly lemon)

Chapter 18

Chapter 18

It was day 3 of Dark's trip. You have grown quite bored in the house, no one to talk to except your new black cat, c/n (cat's name). Well if Dark doesn't return soon then he will return to a crazy cat lady!

At least before Dark left, he stocks the fridge with some food for you and some cat food in the pantry so you and c/n wouldn't go hungry so yay.

You can't do much because there's no laptop, phone, or tablet to get on the internet... If there was then you would have been out of here... or actually wanted to stay. you can't draw because there's no pencils, pens, or anything like that to draw with. The doors to the outside are locked, it probably even barricaded from the other side.

You decided to head to the attic to see any secrets are in it till you stopped by a door but oh no, this is not an ordinary door.... This door leads to Dark's room. It one of the two places you're not allowed to go into... buuuut Dark isn't here heh. Plus you already went into the attic so yeah. You slowly opened the door and look inside it. The room was somewhat similar to your room except for the king-size bed. "Ok Dark, what secrets are you holding in this room" you said to yourself, walking into the room. C/N runs in, exploring the place with you.

The first place you investigate was Dark's closet for no reason heh. Of course, most of Dark's clothes are black. You take one of the shirts off of the hanger and pulled your own shirt off, you put on Dark's shirt on and button it up. You looked in Dark's mirror to see the shirt covers your torso and hips, the sleeves covering your arms and hands. The only bad part was the shirt kinda shows your cleavage but Dark isn't here. Maybe you can wear it till Dark comes back I mean, he probably won't notice one shirt lost, right? You admire yourself in the mirror and giggling like a Japanese schoolgirl. It's been forever since you were alone and you get to act the true weirdo self, it's something you like to do. As admiring yourself in the mirror, something catches your eye in the mirror.

You turn around and approach Dark's desk, there was a book on the desk with the name: "Damian" on the cover. You picked up the dairy, staring at it "who's Damian? Why does Dark have this?" you asked yourself before turning the cover.

The first page describes Damian's middle and high school years, the handwriting was very beautiful and pleasing looking, every event detailed to the point to the environment down to the clothing this man was wearing. Whoever this fellow was could have been a very successful writer, this person was very talented.

You continue reading the diary, you feel Mary Shelley or some famous author wrote this. You notice Damian didn't have amazing teenage years like most teenagers, wow and you thought yours were shitty.

He was a very smart young man, never really done anything bad in his life. Even though he was one of the brightest students in the school and teachers praise him all the time but that doesn't mean the students in his school were kind to him. This was in the time at school where people cares more about appearances and popularity than about smarts, even though today's schools is similar but it isn't bad back in the days.

At home, it wasn't any easier. His father died in a drunken car crash when Damian was twelve-years-old. His mother was also in the car crash but surprisingly survive, but to see the man she was married to died right in front of her was very painful. After the funeral, she blames herself as if she could've prevented her husband from drinking or something and just maybe, he could've still been alive. For two years, she went into depression, turned into an alcoholic to try and erase her sorrows but instead, abuse her two children as she took her blame on them. Whenever they even make the TINIEST mistake, she'll strike them in the head with a bottle or something. One time, she slams Damian's sister's head on the wall that nearly cracked her skull which Damian had to call the emergency just for accidentally spilling some soda and it got sticky on the table. The child serves had to come in to take Damien and his sister away from that bitch's hands due to noticeable bruises and lack of care and transferred to a foster's home.

Of course, after that, Damian's life wasn't as easy, School still was a pain in the ass. Of course, those students are like the typical jocks, popular girls, and bullies you can think of.

After graduation, Damian left the foster home and moved to a dorm at some campus. He studies speech communication and rhetoric major. During his time there, it wasn't as bad compared to high school, at least he made a couple of friends, but that's where he met his first crush. They met when they were partner up to do some sort of project. Of course, they work together, at least this lady wasn't some lazy ass bitch like Damian's other partners that let him do the work. He didn't know love, at first sight, was a thing but he felt like cupid shot him through the heart when he saw this young lady. This young lady was studying for some sort visual and performing arts major. Her name wa-

You were cut off by a racket up in the attic, you looked up at the ceiling. You closed the book as you stand completely still as the noises continue. Was someone in the house? You run out of the room, downstairs and into the kitchen. You stop and slide across the floor because you had socks on but you slow down and stop at the right spot you need to be. You open the counter drawers and take out a knife, you doubt anyone could be up there because there are no windows anywhere in this house and for all you know, it could be a rat or a bat, but just in case because of Anti, Dark, or whatever they are could be in there. You also grabbed a flashlight. You head back upstairs and you walked over to the attic door, you yank the string that pulls the door open and you pull the ladder down. You took careful steps up the ladder while holding the flashlight and knife. Once you reach the top, you turn the flashlight on and shine the lights. You shine it around in the dark room, a couple of boxes were knock on the ground but other then that, everything else looks the same... the mannequins look creepy as fuck as always.

You climbed into the attic and walk around as you shine the light after a while, you step over to the boxes, a small wooden box was laying on the ground. You slowly opened it as it started to play music, a little figure rotates slowly as it plays the theme song for little nightmares game. You were amused. Without any warning, something grabbed you instantly before you could even react. You drop the music box as the mysterious person cover your eyes. Before the mystery person knocked you unconscious, you remember the person's skin felt like wood.