Dark did it(Darkiplier x Reader)

-Chap 32- Anti, help.

Dark's Pov-

I appeared in the middle of the living room in my home. I had only one guess as to where Anti was... His bedroom.

I walked to his door, and slowly knocked on it. "Come in bitch boy."

I clenched my jaw at the name but ignored it as I entered his room.

The room was barely lit, and if it weren't for the fact that I had heightened vision, I would've been blind. I saw his figure hanging off of his bed upside down, and I sat down next to him. His room was dirty as usual, empty pizza boxes and dirty clothes were spread across the floor. A small fan stood in the middle of a corner in the room right next to wall covered entirely by a mirror that was facing towards us. The Everly Brothers played in the background, as Anti continued to lay there peacefully and quietly. He seemed to be deep in thought. "They have the same name..." He hushed.

"Who?" I asked, sitting tall.

"My beloved and yours..." He closed his eyes, remaining expressionless.

"(Y/n)?" I mumbled.

"Yes... they look alike as well." Anti added.

I remained quiet as the fan that pushed cool air towards us buzzed. It buzzed and buzzed and buzzed until- "ShuT UP!" Anti shouted, grabbing a nearby whiskey bottle and throwing it at the fan, instantly braking it.

"Ah, shit!" He growled, falling face first onto the ground.

"Let me help you up..." I rolled my eyes, grabbing his arm.

As soon as I touched him, he twisted my arm against my back and pushed me face first into the bed. "Anti." I warned.

"Don't." He spat in my ear.

His grip tighten, and I snarled out of reaction. "Get. Off. Of. Me. Before. I. Hurt. You."

He pushed me further into the mattress, "What is it the kids say? Bet."

I growled as I yanked my arm out of his touch, instantly pushing him off of me. I scooted off of the bed, already filled with regret for coming here for advice. "You're drunk."

"Yeah, yeah..." He waved off.

"Why are you even here? Shouldn't you be with your lady/male friend?" He slurred.

Anti slowly slid off of the bed, his back continued to face me as he leaned against the bedframe. Another bottle of whiskey some how appeared in his hand, and he began to take small chugs of the liquor. "I- she/he wanted me to leave." I confessed, walking over to him.

"Ah... right. Can't blame her/him though, you're a hardheaded d-bag and you did kidnap her/him." He shrugged, taking another sip of whiskey.

I nodded in agreement as I sat next to him. "I don't know what to do... I just seem to be trying to ignore it, and it's hard to bring it up because she/he... well she/he hates me!"

"Have you tried loosing up a bit? Or have you tried explaining how you feel?" He replied.

I stayed quiet as I thought of what I could do. I mean... I could stop reading her/his mind. I could stop being so... ruthless. I'll give her/him more space, and I'll...

I'll let her/him go.

That's what I can do.

"Do you think if I let her/him free, she/he'll... dislike me less?" I asked.

"How are you going to do that? You two are already linked and there is only two way's to unlink."

I sighed, and nodded as I remembered about the spell. "Right..." I mumbled.

"Two ways? What are the two ways?" Mark questioned.

I ignored him, and stood up, releasing a breath of air. I glanced at myself in the mirror, and quickly made my way to the door, stepping over various clothing and avoiding pizza boxes. My eyebrows furrowed together, and my hand was on the doorknob when Anti stopped me. "Ask for her/his grandmother's name." Anti hollered after me.

"Why do I need to know?"

He burped, and then continued to chug the rest of the bottle, remaining silent. Knowing him, he was done talking for the night.