Demons.

Part 3: Answers, come later.

You were starting to panic just a small bit. You then heard some people chatting to each other.

You: "What the hell?" You decided to peek through your door and you only seen Anti standing there. But then, you heard an echoing voice. "Is that, Darkiplier?"

You exited your room, holding a metal baseball bat, shaking.

You: "Who else is there?"

Dark: They're here... Get them.

You: "Hold the f*ck up! I'm not meaning any harm! You came into MY house, and started scaring the total sh*t out of me with NO explanation!!"

Dark: Answers will come later... Either come with us and live, or, stay here and die. What do you choose?

You: "I guess Life."

Dark: Drop your weapon. So we know, you choose your life.

You dropped the baseball bat.

Dark: You have good cooperation when you're told to do something. It's fantastic really.

You: "How is it "fantastic" exactly?"

Dark: I said... Answers come later...

You: "Right... Now, are you going to do something or not?"

Anti appeared behind you whispering in your ear

Anti: We already have.... He then made you black out, and you felt yourself get picked up by someone.

2 hours later...

Dark: Wake them. You know that they won't wake on their own.

Anti: I'm not a f*cking idiot Darkiplier b*tch.

Dark: Watch it little Irish f*ck.

Anti: Like you can touch me.

You woke up to hear them two fighting/arguing.

You: "H...Huh? Wh...Where am I? This isn't my house!!"

Dark: Ah, you're awake... Very well. Now we can't get started.

You: "With what? What's going on!?"

Dark: Explain to them Anti.

Anti: No I am not you lazy piece of sh*t!! You explain to them a**hole!

Dark: *sighs* Fine. Welcome to the Iplier Manor. My home. I built this place and I've brought you here. Not to celebrate, not to congratulate you for choosing to come with us. No. I brought you here because you have something that belongs to me. You stole it from me. Haven't you?

You: "Wh...What?! I would never steal anything from anyone! No matter what!!"

Dark: Pittyful little lies. That's how it always is. Isn't it?

You: "I'm telling the truth! Please believe me!!"

You couldn't move your legs as they were tied to a chair.

You: "I wouldn't do such a thing!! Please believe me!! Let me go!"

{End}
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