iplier/septiceye oneshots!

~angel with scars ~//Darkiplier x self harming!reader

(Your p.o.v)

I slam my front door, today has really put the stress and anxiety on my shoulders. The voices of everyone at school/work rushing through my head . I can't even feel the tears dribbling down my cheeks. I start hyperventilating. My hated thought about myself ghost around my ears.
'Your worthless' 'YOU CANT DO ANYTHING RIGHT!' 'just like always, your begging for attention' 'freak' 'whore' 'burden' 'PHYCO' 'YOU NEED TO WAKE UP FROM YOUR DAYDREAM AND START LIVING IN THE REAL WORLD' 'PATHETIC'  

(I DON'T MEAN ANYTHING OF WHAT IM SAYING, YOU ALL ARE STARS AND I LOVE YOUS)

(No body's p.o.v)

Your mind and eyes blurred by thoughts and tears as you walk up to the bathroom. Your eyes darting to the medical cupboard. limply walked over to the cupboard and opening it,  You move some plasters and bottles out of the way until you find.
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Your razor
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Picking it up and feeling it's pointed corners poking your fingertips ever so slightly, standing up and facing away from the mirror. You closed your eyes and took a breath in before pressing the razor hard hard against your arm and slowly sliding it across. The pain was like something was clawing into your arms. The skin where the razor sliced across was cut open, the metallic scent of Fresh blood began to leak out of the open cut. You whimper slightly as you slice the cut deeper.

(Dark's p.o.v)

I can't believe I'm stuck here in a fucking board meeting next to a broken search engine and a babbling idiot who can't see. I'm not paying attention as I'm thinking about how much I want to kill everyone in this room and wall out , but I hear Y/N talking to me in my head. She/he and I can talk to each other in our heads so if we have to talk privately, we would talk in our heads to each other. She/he mentally said; "can't..control..help, razor..bleed..help" I mentally respond to her. "Sit tight. I'm coming home." I stand up, Wilford looked at me like I murdered a child. "Aaaand, where do you think you are going to, darkimoo~?"  I growled as I barged past him aggresivly saying "to take care of my angel." "Oh of course! If you want to interrupt this meeting that I TOOK MONTHS TO arrange so we can finally take over marks channel and storm out, giving us the lowest chance of success, be my guest!" I roll my eyes at this pink bastards sarcasm and I immediately walk out of the meeting room.

(~time skip brought to you by exotic butters~⊙ω⊙~)
(Your p.o.v)

I feel dizzy as I slice deeper into my arm, it is now littered with deep, open cuts, blood is coming out of them, leaking down my arm and onto the floor. Below me is a small puddle of blood and the stench of metal fills the room. I struggle to maintain balance 'dark...help...please..hu...rry..'. I heard the sound of footsteps rushing up the stairs .

The sound of the door swinging open causes me look at the door. Dark has a shocked but worried expression , I walk to him but I stumble, instead of falling, I feel darks arms wrapped around my waist supporting me. He sighed "it's okay,angel..  I'm here now." Dark gently picked me up like a little kid and carried me to his room and gently placing me on his bed. "Stay here, I'm going to go and get the medical kit." He said before kissing my forehead and leaving the room. After a short minute, Dark returns with a cloth and a first aid kit. He set the things down on his desk, then he took off his black suit jacket and tie before unbuttoning his sleeves and rolling them up to his elbows. Dark dragged a chair next to the bed and got the things before sitting down. He opened the kit up and took out a small bottle of Antiseptic (PUNS HEHE ⊙v⊙)Liquid.

The dark ego unscrewed the cap off the antiseptic poured some onto the cloth. "Give me your arm, Y/N" I shakily held my arm out. He gently held my wrist "This will sting a little bit, okay? Be a brave angel for me. 1,2,3." After dark said 3, I felt a surge of burning pain, I look at my arm, seeing he was dabbing the cloth with antiseptic onto my gashes. When he was done,putting the cloth down and taking out a bandage and medical tape, he gently wrapped the soft feeling bandage fabric around my arm before securing the bandage with the medical tape. Dark put the supplies away before putting the chair away and getting on the bed. Snuggling up behind me "if you ever feel like hurting yourself again, angel. Please talk to me. Ill always be here to listen to you, Y/n" I gently reply to him. "Thank you dark" before I fell asleep.

(Nobody's p.o.v)

Dark smiled at your sleeping form before kissing your head. He gently whispered

"I love you too.....my angel with scars..."

((YERP, THIS WAS A SWEET ONE MY LITTLE READERS, ILL SEE Y'ALL IN THE NEXT CHAPTERS.    ~Sally)