It was child's play, honestly. The way he ignored me. The way he regarded me. Heck, even the way he looked at me was irritating. With his crimson red orbs, GOD I hate those eyes. Those cold, dead eyes, staring right into my soul. Daring me to defy them once more, a taunting glint shining brightly in his eyes.
"I really don't see what your problem is, Darkiplier." I bit back with sass, crossing my arms.
He cocked a brow, slowly walked towards me. His hands coming out of his pockets.
"I don't think that it's me that has a problem, darling."
Crap
Looking away, I bit my lip. I didn't think his voice could drop an octave lower.
Welp, I'm screwed.
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