There wasn't a lock on the door.
Dark was close.
"Who do you think you are? Slamming doors in MY house?"
Wilford's voice cuts through your panic.
Dark chuckles.
"YOUR house?"
This seemed to amuse him.
"Well it's not your house."
Wilford fires back.
"It's mine. Everything in this house is mine."
Dark's voice trails further away from you.
"Maybe, but the actual house belongs to me."
Wilford sounds like he's bragging.
"Okay, smartass, explain how."
Dark mocks Wilford's voice, gaining an offended gasp from the pink moustached man.
"Look on the will... says here that the house goes to who? That's right, the colonel! Me!"
The sound of paper matches the overdone excitement in his voice.
Suddenly, the door that you were leaning on opens quickly and you fall to the floor.
Your knee smashes into the ground first, making you cringe from the pain.
"Found you."
Dark's full attention was on you, smiling like Damien would.
"Look out!"
You point behind him, forgetting that this was Darkiplier and not Damien.
Catching your warning, Dark just about dodges the bat that Wilford aimed for his head.
"Oops?"
Wilford drops the bat and runs away.
Dark shakes his head and turns back to you.
"How's the knee, doll?"
He looks down to your knee.
"You care?"
"No."
He responds instantly.
"But I can pretend to."
You look to your knee and spot the ever growing bruise forming on it.
"I can walk."
You respond harshly, hoping to not get attached to Dark's acting.
"That's good enough for me."
He responds, smiling sadistically.
