Dark did it(Darkiplier x Reader)

-Chap 25- Tell me... Why did I do that?

(s/t)- skin tone

Darks POV-

I walked through the front door, immediately heading to (y/n)'s room. I just... I just wanted to see her/him. After doing something so disgusting, I wanted to see something... or preferably someone beautiful. I opened her/his door to see that she/he wasn't in her/his room.

Hurriedly, I ran out of her/his bedroom and checked every other room in the hallway, including my own, in search of the girl/boy. But to no prevail, she/he was not in any of the bedrooms. Where is she/he? Did Anti hurt her/him? I swear if Anti had laid a finger on her/him, he'll be dead before the sun comes back up. I clenched my fists tightly, as I slowly shut the last door and walked into the living room.

Walking past the couch, I paused. At the same time of releasing a breath, I slowly let go of my clenched fists. I turned around and looked at the girl/boy peacefully sleeping on the couch with a book in her/his hand. I smiled as I looked at her/him. She/he was cute when she/he was asleep, just like a kitten.

I glanced at the book, and I smiled even more. She/hs was reading The Picture of Dorian Gray. One of my favorite books. Hell, I even met the author a very long time ago. I enjoyed his writings and his plays.

I quietly walked up to the couch and sat down next to her/him. I looked down at her/him with adoration and brought my hand up to her/his face to gently rub my thumb in circles on her/his cheek. Her/his face was soft, and her/his (s/t) skin shined brightly, even when she/he was asleep. She/he must've been very uncomfortable sleeping on the couch. I should especially know since I've slept on that couch too many times to count.

Swiftly and smoothly, I picked her/him up bridal style, being very careful to not wake her/him up. I walked to her/his room and placed her/him down on her/his bed. I pulled the covers out from underneath her/him and pulled them on top of her/him. Immediately, she/he began to snuggle into the blanket.

"Awe! Your smiling!" An energetic voice commented from the door.

I turned and saw Anti leaning against the door frame, smirking. "What do you want?" I asked, blocking his view of (y/n).

"I just wanted an update about how you feel about the girl/boy." He motioned to her/him.

"Just to see if you have imprinted." He added.

I cringed at the word imprinted, but paused and actually thought about it. Something besides rage overcame me when I wanted to kill Emmett. I mean, yeah what he did was terrible, but in any other situation, I would've just killed him. Not torture him... How would I know that I imprinted?

"I killed and tortured a guy because he hurt her/him..." I admitted.

"Damn, how'd you do it? Did he cry? Vomit? Did he pass out?" He questioned, obviously forgetting about (Y/n).

I sighed, completely ignoring what he just said. Looking back to (Y/n), I sat down on the bed. "What are the signs of imprinting on someone?" I asked.

"Well, the first is that you want to be near her/him. Second, you'll want her/him safe and happy. Third, you'd love and respect her/him deeply. And then, well... you can figure out the rest." Anti lectured.

"Oh..." I replied.

"Listen Dark," he turned serious.

I turned and looked at him, as he continued to talk. "When you've imprinted on someone, you'll do the craziest things for that person. There's nothing to stop it. Hell, it hurts like a sonovabitch when you try to do nothing. Your heart will just continue to cry out until you do something. Even if it's just a small form of communication, you'll get butterflies in your stomach."

I nodded as I took in what he said. "When you imprinted on someone, did you try to deny it?" I asked.

"Of fucking course I did." Anti laughed, as he sat down next to me.

"But, when I realized how awesome it felt, and that I did have strong feelings, I enjoyed it... and I loved making her smile and blush. I guess you can even say that it made me happy." He smiled looking up into the air.

We remained silent as we both got lost in our own minds. Anti seemed to genuinely like the imprinting, and, from what he said, it doesn't sound all too bad. Maybe I should give it a try? And if I don't like it, I could always just stop giving in...

I already know what I can do to get her/him to smile...