Debris

The Sacrifice (1)

"Dark no!" (Y/n) called out.

She rushed over to him falling to her knees.

The dust began settling around them. No one blinked, no one moved for several moments. Parts of the building which Dark had crashed through slowly fell to the floor.

Wilford took a step forward but was stopped as Anti put up an arm.

"Let'er go, Will."

"Someone has to tell her," He winked.

Anti stared at him as if he was completely crazy, which he was.

"After all this time Will and you still don't get it, do you?"

"What's there to get?" He scratched his head.

Was it childlike ignorance from witnessing the death of his friends, was it complete insanity, or was it cold hard denial? All three, if Anti had to guess.

The green-eyed demon sighed. "This time it isn't a joke. Dark, he's really dying right now."

A wide smile spread across Wilford's face, "He can't die, you foolish demon."

Will's formal accent and vocabulary were beginning to come back to him. It was Dark's dying body that was causing him to accept what's been going on since life began; Death.

"More gave him a beating he can't come back from, Will." He breathed.

"Simply part of the —"

Anti grabbed Wilford by the suspenders and pulled him close in a rough manner. "He's dying, you fucking idiot. Dark is fucking dying. Get your shit together. This isn't a fucking joke, it never was." As quick as he pulled him close, he pushed him away.

Wilford stood for several moments with his eyes still wide, and mouth slightly open. He looked down at the ground, then at his hands. Memories flashed of blood covering them. Suddenly, all the pink from his mustache faded back to black, just like his hair.

"No.." He uttered under his breath. "No—" He laughed briefly looking up at Anti for confirmation. His face didn't read any kind of approval. Will's face fell to a grim line. "Dark — he can't be — he's playing some kind of —" He stopped himself. "—there never was a joke was there?"

(Y/n) cried ver Dark's body. She gripped onto his ripped dress shirt while countless tears fell onto him.

"(Y/n).." Dark spoke softly.

Her eyes widened quickly. She looked up at him to see he was looking down at her, with a smirk on his face.

"You're — alive?" She prushed herself closer to his face, holding either side of his head in her hands.

"I am, dear, but I don't think I can last much longer, I do apologize for that." He lifted his hand gently and held her cheek.

A small smile formed on her face while reaching up to his hand. "Darkiplier, apologizing, never thought I'd see the day."

Dark clenched his teeth and eyes in pain as he tried to sit up.

"No!" She kept a light pressure on his chest. "Don't move, please..."

"(Y/n), More he's—"

"He's dead. We made sure of it — Anti did. There's nothing to worry about."

"I need you to promise me something, (Y/n)."

"Anything."

Dark's gaze turned towards Wilford who was sitting on the floor in a fit of defeat, then looked back at her. "Wilford has been my longest friend. He has stood by my side through the most difficult times, and the only other person I had seen him take to was you. That is why I am asking you to look after him for me."