roommates | darkiplier

Chapter 16

(Finally, an update! I'm sorry for not updating sooner. It's been months, but I have plenty of motivation now so expect more content!)
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"What do I tell Mark? How do I tell him I'm going on a date with some weird demon guy that looks exactly like him?" I was asking myself these questions far too late. It was around 7:00 pm, an hour before the date, and I was pacing around the house losing my goddamn mind over something little. Did I even have a ride? Oh boy...

What if I didn't tell him? I mean, what if I was vague about it? I thought about what I could say, and once I figured out something to say, I opened Mark's contact and furiously typed away at the keyboard.

'Hey Mark! I should've told you this yesterday, but the deal with my hand got in the way and I forgot. Anyways I'm going out tonight with someone to relieve some of my mental stress. It's around 8, in an hour...sheesh I really should've told you sooner. Sorry if this is so sudden. If you don't want me to go that's fine. I can understand since I'm telling you now out of all the times.'

Had I said something different, Mark probably wouldn't've suspected anything still I wish I didn't say yes, but at the same time it was for the best I agreed. My phone buzzed soon after and I pulled it too close to my face.

'Hey it's okay! I'm glad you're taking time to take care of yourself! You can just put Chica in her cage downstairs while you're gone. Just make sure you keep the lights on and have the tv on, or just have some noise going on so she isn't paranoid or anything. Have fun and feel better!!'

The knot in my stomach untied. I took a deep breath and smiled. I thought Mark would be at least somewhat apprehensive, so I was relieved that wasn't the case.

'I'll try! :)'

I put my phone in my jean pocket, letting out a long, heavy sigh. I needed to head out in a few minutes or else I'd be late, and no one wants to be late to a first date. The Uber probably wouldn't be at the house for at least ten minutes, and this restaurant 'Mark' chose was on the other side of the city; about a 30 minute drive if we were lucky.

I looked around for Chica, finding her resting peacefully in her doggy bed. I called for her and her head shot up to stare at me curiously. I made my way towards the basement, whistling for her to follow. She got up and stretched before padding over to me.

   We stood stationary by the door for a moment. My hand was on the door knob, however, I couldn't get myself to turn it. My fear of basements got to me even though I knew there couldn't possibly be anything down there. Yet, not being able to confirm that made my heart rate skyrocket. I reassured myself with a swift breath and opened the door.

   Chills ran through my bones looking down the stairs to see absolute darkness. The combination of both the dark and the basement was terrifying, and the fact that it was getting dark outside didn't help. I flicked on the lights. Chica started down the stairs first, her paws clicking against the wood. I followed, clenching onto the railing.

   Our basement was really just an entertainment room along with a small laundry room off to the side. Along the right wall was a couch, and next to it was Chica's cage. Across from the sofa was a flat screen on a tv stand. A small range of consoles, controllers, and DVDs were stored in the cabinets. We usually came down here when we'd have a get together with people, like on New Years we went down there and had a blast.

   I led Chica to her doggy prison. On the cage were two metal bowls; extras used usually in a case where she was taken somewhere. I filled one up with water and the other with her food and put them into her cage. Fortunately the cage was large enough to fit both Chica and her necessities.