The Demon Sitters

Fanfic

Fanfic
Dark, Anti, Natemare, etc

Darkiplier approaches an innocent female civilian around the age of 16 with a gun, ready to strike and kill. He put his index finger on the trigger, pulling trigger in 3, 2.... Suddenly, a sharp voice cut through the thick tension between Dark's gun and the girl. "DARK! Put that down, chill out, its fine, don't you do it, its ok, you don't have to, you know this is bad, put that down." "But—" "Don't you do it, or else you're doing the dishes tonight! Enough to persuade you Dark?" Dark pouts, and answered, defeated, "Fine." Wearing a victorious grin, Isabelli put her fist in the air and forcefully dragged Dark out of the dark alley. (No pun intended)

*At home*
There they are, Antisepticeye and Natemare, sitting on chairs, facing each other, inches apart.
"Don't mess up again! Please Anti!" Natemare exclaimed, slightly flinching with Anti's attempt strokes of mascara on his eyelashes that he did indeed still want.
Isabelli entered the house, barely dragging an upset Darkiplier into the house filled with demons and puberty teenage girls.
"Hey Dark, THINK FAST!" Azalea yelled out of nowhere as she threw a piece of candy at Dark, catching Dark off guard, causing the candy to land on the ground in front of Dark. Dark picked up the candy and threw it at the back of Anti's head, startling Anti and poking Nate in the eye with the mascara wand. Nate covered his eye with his hand, yelping in pain. Soon, yelping turned to silent tears, and silent tears turned to a rather obnoxious sobbing stage. Anti and Dark stared in awe, shocked and at the same time just a tad bit weirded out.
"DARK! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE! Now go sit in that corner and think about what you just did!" Isabelli demanded.
"Awwwwwwww poor Nate... Anti poked you didn't he? Bad Anti! Dammit Anti! Awwwwww its all fine, open your eye, lemme check! Oh its fine, your eyeballs are still there, safe and sound in your eye sockets. You can stop crying now Nate... " Azalea went to check on Nate, assuring a full grown demon murderer to stop crying because of an minor eye injury caused by mascara.
"Anti! Come over here! Apologize to Nate here, you poked him in the eye! " Azalea ordered.
"But... Dark—"
"JUST. Apologize. "
"S-sorry Nate..."
"Now go join Dark, don't speak, reflect on your actions."
Anti scoffs, and joins Dark, sitting in the corner, drawing circles on the ground. Anti shot a glare of death at Dark, only to be returned another death glare just as fatal. After a while, both of their heads furiously turned to the opposite direction, acting like children.
Thankfully, time is the best medicine. After a while, all of them were good as new and maintained a great friendship although it can be a bit rough on the edges once in a while. But nothing is perfect, a thing is beautiful not because its perfect, its because its filled with true bonds and experience. The demons may be peculiar, but that's what makes them special, that's what makes them stand out, and that's what makes a certain two teenage girls love them.