Wake Up (Damein/ Darkiplier Fanfiction)

C H A P T E R •E I G H T•

At the Manor:

"Hey, help." (Y/N) whipped around, swearing that they heard Celine whispering. 

Seeing nothing, they turned to face the empty room. Feeling sick, they raised a hand to their head, the room foggy and dark. They looked around, the world seemed to lag a second behind. 

"Do you wanna talk about madness? Madness is stealing your best friend’s wife." Distorted and slow, they were able to make out Abe's voice. Slowly, they took the same path both Abe and William took moments ago, moving slowly, placing a hand on the wall to steady them when necessary. 

"Be careful!" (Y/N)'s head snapped up at Damien's voice, and they found themselves in a different room, at the top of the stairway.

"Now this evening, it’s not all about the poker. It’s not all about me. It’s about you." Mark's voice was wrong too, slow and surpy. Finding themselves with no other option, they took the stairs down to the foyer. Everything there was dark and gloomy as well. (Y/N) started to wonder if they had been given something, or if what Celine did to them was causing this distorted world. 

"Can’t we resolve this amicably?" Damien again, (Y/N) struggled to listen as they stumbled about, hearing several voices at once crowd their senses. They focused on their shoes.

"I thought I told you to stay out of my kitchen." Looking up at the unforgettable voice of the chef, they again found themselves in a new room, everything becoming more and more fuzzy as they walked with no destination on mind. 

"A domain of evil this is… But in we must go. You first." Benjamin, a voice clear and crisp to (Y/N)'s ears.

They blink several times, shaking their head as they approach a study. Their vision clears and they feel their ears pop slightly. This room is well lit. 

"There you are! I’ve been meaning to ask you some questions- What is this? The detective’s been keeping tabs on us? ...The detective’s been keeping tabs on me. And Celine! He’s the one who orchestrated all of this! He did this! Detective! Detective! Where is he? He took them from me… He took my friends from me. He took… Paige. He took Damien. He took Celine. Where is he? Where. Is. He?! Detective! Are you hiding from me?! He can’t hide forever. GET OUT OF MY WAY. Detective!" (Y/N) followed William as he climbed stairs, ranting and calling for Abe, finding him at the top of the stairwell. 

Almost in sync, they both pull out their guns. (Y/N) wondered briefly who gave both idiots a gun, but was shaken to the present by Abe yelling.

"You’d better choose your next words carefully, Colonel." Abe took a step back from William as he pursued closer.

"Only my friends get to call me by that name, and you, sir, are no friend of mine!" William seemed to have finally snapped, yelling in Abe's face.

"Ha, you’re one to talk about friends, you murderer!" (Y/N) flinched as thunder struck at Abe's words.

"I didn’t kill anybody! This is madness!" (Y/N) could practically feel the anger rolling off of William, they took a step forward, wanting more then ever to have the ability to speak. 

"Oh, you wanna talk about madness? Madness is stealing your best friend’s wife. Madness is squeezing him for cash to fund your own sick sexual exploits with that very woman-!" Abe taunted William until he could take no more.

"Shut up!" 

"Madness is plotting the death of your childhood friend because you can’t handle the tru-" With that last remark, William lunged at Abe and (Y/N) leapt into action, knocking Abe out of the way and ending up in their own wrestle with William. With a yell, William squeezed the trigger. 

Bullet met target as (Y/N) fell over the stairs banister. William, in a last feverish effort, reached out to catch them, but was too late and (Y/N) hit the floor with a sickening crunch. 

why, hello

All they saw was darkness.