Not Your Toy (Darkiplier X Reader)

Ten (Your POV)

Spoilers for Who Killed Markiplier. So if you haven't seen those videos, going on into this story may ruin it for you!!

Dark paced in front of me, I sat on the leather couch. His tie was undone and discarded on the chair. Men had been packing our stuff out of the small apartment all day. As minutes turned into hours the aggravation on Darks face became more intolerable.
"Wh-where are we going?" My voice trembled softly as it bounced off of the now empty walls.
"Somewhere, why does it matter? Not like you'll be able to leave anyways," Dark snapped harshly.
I nodded, fed up with his moody bullshit. One day he was tolerable, the next he wanted to kill me.
"My moody bullshit is none of your business, (y/n)" He now stood in front of me, his hand on the back of the couch next to my head.
"W-what?" My heart pounded against my chest violently.
"You know what, I don't have to take you in, care for you!" The demonic voice I knew so well made its way back into my ears.
Before things could escalate anymore the elevator bell rang, signaling that someone was making their way up. Dark stood, fixing his suit.
Wilford stood in the elevator, his pink mustache standing tall. His fingers played with his suspenders, stretching them out then snapping them against his chest. A wide smile spread across his face.
"Well, lets get going kiddos!" His carnival voice echoing throughout the empty apartment. "M'lady you're gonna have to be a good girl, or you're not going to like me," a sadistic chuckle ruptured through his chest.
"You're not touching her Will, and rest assure you that (y/n) is going to be perfectly fine with the move," Dark turned to me, a quick flash of his black eyes. "Isn't that right, princess? Now I'm going to walk you out, like we're a couple so if anyone sees we're just a happy couple moving," all I could do was nod at him.
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I sat in the back seat of the black SUV, I wasn't sure where we were. Trees passed, the roads curved violently. Wilford and Dark sat in the front seat, talking in hushed whispers. Every now and then I could see Dark taking glances back at me.
"Are you sure that happened, Damien?" Wilford asked in a hushed voice.
"I told you, Will. It wasn't her voice, it was something else," Dark almost spoke in a hushed tone. "Maybe the manor has something to do with it, but I just know that somehow she is connected...Selene always wanted to torment me, I guess this is the best way to do it," as Dark spoke his foot pushed the gas pedal.
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I stood outside of the vehicle, standing in front of a huge house. It looked like it belonged in the hills of Hollywood, where someone rich and important would live. I was awestruck by the beauty of it.
So many question popped in my head. But an odd feeling of deja-vu rushed over me.
Dark grabbed onto my hand, pulling me inside. Everything was already in the house, it seemed empty. Like someone had lived here once before, but it was just abandoned.
Dark abandoned it.
"Whose house is this?" My voice seemed so small in the mansion.
"An old friend, May he Rest In Peace," Wilford spoke behind me. "Damien, do you think you should give her the room at the end of the hall?" Dark looked at Wilford, a new emotion tinted his eyes.
All he done was nodded, and gripped tightly onto my wrist. I could feel the tension in his body, anger Rose in him. He drug me to the end of the hall upstairs, and opened the dark oak wood door.
The room was enormous, a king sized bed sat in the middle of the room. A black duvet covered the entire bed.
"This is your room, you can make yourself at home in this manor, but you will never leave the premises," something was different about him. "There will be a guard at the gate at all times. Now make yourself at home, princess," he exited the room quietly, the door making a click.
There was a bay window on the corner of the wall. And two more windows on each side of it. The house had a haunting feeling to it, like something bad had happened but it was covered very well.
Sitting on the edge of the king sized bed, I pushed myself back to lay down. Enveloping myself in the silk duvet. My body sinking into the mattress, making it feel as though I hadn't slept in years.
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I walked down the hallway. A man who I could've sworn looked like Wilford stood at the top of the bannister, pacing back and forth. He'd walk a few steps forward, then turn and walk the other way.
As he turned to look at the end of the hallway I stood in, his eyes met mine. A warm smile covered his face.
"You're alive!! See, it was just a joke!! Haha very funny. It was just an accident, Damien! Where's Mark? And Selene?!?" He cackled manically.
He called me Damien, that's what he calls Dark. I looked to the side, my eyes meeting a mirror. As I stared into the mirror, I was Dark. Darks head rolled back, cracking the mirror.
A look of heartbreak in his eyes. This isn't real. Wilford wasn't this man, he didn't kill his friend.
Why would Dark bring us here if this really did happen?