Evil Insanity

Saving Innocent Souls

(Dark's POV) 

I ran to (y/n) and hugged her. That's what the man told me. Love would cure madness. She started crying, and I soothed her. 

"I'm still here, (y/n)," I smiled, trying to let her see that I was still alive. Well, Damien as well. "Me nor Damien ever died. And... he forgives you." 

She gasped as she looked at me. 

"Then," she began. "...He tricked me." 
"Yes, he did." 

I saw Wilford getting angry that I was trying to help her to turn back. However, it wasn't working for her, but only making her more insane. 
I told Anti and Lightiplier to watch over and protect her while I kept Wilford busy. She had to get out of here. Even being in Wilford's atmosphere would turn a person crazy. 

"Wilford, you don't have to do this," I told him. 
"But I do," he replied. "I've always done this." 

Then I realized about what the man said... The only way to turn WILFORD back was love. Not (y/n)... I guess I'd have to use the more dangerous way with her. But I'd need Wilford's help if I were to do it. I just had to get him to understand first. 
As we fought, part of my mind was focused on the next move to make. The other was thinking about how to get Wilford back. He wouldn't let go of William unless he wanted to. They could separate, but Wilford wouldn't allow it. 
The only reason why was because Wilford was used to tormenting someone. It supported his madness, which he needed to let go. I would be the one to make him let it go... 

(Your POV) 

The madness was killing you. Wilford was still in your mind, even while fighting Damien. He was tormenting you from the inside out... 
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(Using the "FNAF Song 1" rhythm)
"For many years, I've been all alone," Wilford whispered in your mind in a singsongy tone. "I've been forced to be still and do the same thing every day since an imposter took my wife away. Now I'm stuck here and beginning to spread the rage." 

You tried to block out the song, but it was useless. It rang in your ears no matter what you tried to do. The more he sang, the more insane you were becoming. At this point, you couldn't control it any longer... 
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(Jack's POV) 

(Y/n) started laughin' manically. Not again... I couldn't allow my best friend tuh' go over tha' edge like Wilford. 

"(Y/n), please, don't let him control you!" I told her. 
"Too late, Irish boy," she laughed. 

She pounced at me, but I moved out of tha' way in time. I had no idea how I was supposed tuh' get her to stop tryin' tuh' hurt us. I just don't want tuh' end up hurtin' her... 

(Lightiplier's POV) 

I had to choose who to help at this point. I could possibly help Mark's mom, or my brother, Darkiplier, who was having a hard time at trying to beat our half-brother, Wilford... 
I chose his mother. Wilford was already mad, but she wasn't just yet. I could still help her, and not in the painful way I know Dark thinks is the only way. 
I ran to her and grabbed her from behind, trying to calm her. I made sure she couldn't hurt me in any way, just for safety reasons. 

"LET ME GO!" she yelled at me. 
"Listen to me," I told her. "You're letting him take over! Don't let him! You're so much stronger than him. Beat him at his own game!" 

I began to instill some goodness back into her, just as Wilford had instilled madness and insanity in her. It was working, but Jack and Damien had to protect us. I could feel the madness leaving her mind. Dark had to do something about Wilford and now. 

(Dark's POV) 

I had to do something before Wilford went overboard. I thought as I fought him... is there a reason to why he chose (y/n) in the first place? 
...Then I realized. (Y/n) was just like Celine to him. (Y/n) was kind, beautiful, sweet, and loving. Those are the exact same traits Celine had. He was jealous of me. But ever since she was killed, he's gone mad about her. 
Now that I knew, I had to make it known that she wasn't Celine and that it wouldn't happen again. That way, he could possibly calm down. I don't want to kill him, with him being my half-brother. Me and Light were not raised to kill our own blood. I had to get through to him... 

"Wilford," I began. "Brother, don't do this!" 
"Why?!" he shouted at me. "You've always had everything! The good looks, the voice, everything! I was always the runt growing up!" 
"But you had something I'd never have!" 
"What is it exactly?! What on earth do you NOT have that I do?!" 
"A feeling of love." 
"You lie!" 
"I don't! Damien got that side of the stick. I'm heartless, Wilford, and you know it. I know you miss Celine, but (y/n) isn't her!" 
"SHUT UP!" 

Just as he ran at me, I hugged him, tight enough to make it to where he couldn't hurt me. Instead of trying to hurt me, though, he started... crying. 

"I miss her so much, Dark..." he sobbed. 
"I know, brother," I replied, rubbing his back. "I know... But it doesn't have to be this way." 
"It doesn't?" 
"No. If you allow her to, (y/n) will trust you and accept you. All you have to do is let go of this revenge and hatred. I know you loved Celine, but (y/n) isn't her." 
"I..." 
"Don't. I know. I know you love (y/n), but she's happy with Damien, Wilford... Isn't that what you wanted for Celine? To be happy?" 
"Yes... It is." 
"Well, (y/n) is happy. Maybe not with you, but with someone who makes her happy." 

He looked at me. Hopefully, I was getting through to him...