(h/c)- hair color
(y/n)- your name
(p/c)- pick a color
Dark's P.O.V
I intently watched the (h/c) haired girl/boy. She/he sat impatiently at her/his laptop, the gears in her/his head shifting and turning. Her/him tongue was sticking out as she typed. She/he was concentrated, you could clearly see it in her/his eyes.
After we had bumped into each other at the bar, I knew immediately that is was her/him. She/he's the one. "I am going to have so much fun with you... I already know it." I mumbled.
Maybe it's because of the way she/he talks or moves... I'm not exactly sure why it's her/him. All I know is that as soon as I saw her/him, my mind wouldn't stop thinking about her/him. The things I could do to her/him just makes me smile wildly. The idea of making (y/n) do anything I please, brings great joy to me.
With a great sigh, (y/n) shut her/his laptop and left her/his bedroom. "Now's my chance to shine," I smirked.
I pushed her/his bedroom window open, and without making a sound, I pulled myself into the room. (P/c) carpet sat under my feet as I looked around the room much closer than before. She/he had multiple posters and stuffed animals in her/his room, obviously a childhood bedroom. A daybed sat in the nook of the room, next to a tall (p/c) bookshelf.
Expecting there to be a few sappy romance novels, instead, there sat classical thrillers from a few well-known authors. Thomas Harris, Stephen King, and Clive Barker. Suspenseful books one after another. "Amazing," I held in a chuckle, "I just got a new idea of what I could do to her/his..."
Swiftly, I pulled one of the books off of the bookshelf and quietly made my way down the hallway leading to the kitchen. I pressed my back against the wall as I listened to (Y/n) and an older woman talk, "Most likely her/his mother..." I thought.
"Sadly though... I didn't get his phone number." (Y/n) sighed.
His? His. Who is "his"? Has she already met someone else? Who could she of met? It's only been a few days... I clenched my fist tightly, as they continued their conversation.
"Aw, I'm sorry baby..." (Y/n)'s mother replied, her voice smooth and caring.
An apologetic silence filled the room, so quiet that I could hear both of their heartbeats. One neutral and mournful, and the other quick and cheerful.
"But guess what!" The mother exclaimed
"I have Shanes phone number! He gave it to me to give to you after he found out that you were coming home!"
"Shane..." I held in a growl.
Shane. Who is Shane? He is not going to take away my new toy. I will not allow it.
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Dark did it(Darkiplier x Reader)
FanfictionHe kidnapped you.... He won't let you leave... Who knows what'll happen? Just whatever you do... don't fall into the hands of the beast.... ......Don't worry *giggle* Just don't forget to tell everyone that Dark did it... ~~~~ In this story, (Y/n)...
