Taken From My Home (Completed)

Raspy Hill = Hell

Your POV

Ugh...my fucking head. Shit, the hell happened? Did Squish drug me again?

I prop myself up by my elbows, taking a look around. I'm in a field of grass. I turn my head and see something that looks like a mansion.

"Ugh...where the hell am I?" I whisper to myself. I turn my head slightly, seeing a forest. A dark forest.

Rustle!

Rustle!

Rustle!

I ship my head around to see some bushes, lining the edge of the wood. I see the bushes move. My breath hitches.

Do my eyes deceive me? I rub my eyes, blinking and looking back at the bushes, still seeing them. Mannequins!

They are quite the distance away, I know that for sure but still, I get up and run away from them.

I run towards the mansion-type place, searching for a door, something I can go in to get away from the mannequins.

I run all around the place, but no avail. "Nonononono!!" I whisper-yell at myself. Suddenly, I trip over a rock, falling flat on my face. "Ow!" I say unconsciously.

'Damn, that was convenient...'

The mannequins all surround me, and I scream...and I mean scream. "Leave her be!" Said a deep, familiar voice. Darkle Sparkle...

I look up, brushing some of my hair out of my face, and see the face of Darkiplier. He stands there, hands behind his back, cracking his neck.

I roll my eyes, "Oh, it's you..." I mumble, earning a not-so-friendly look from a not-so-friendly guy.

He growls, "You're lucky I didn't let them kill you..." I scoff, "As if you'd let me die! I'm a fucking puppet, you monochrome ass-blasting-bitch-a-loid!"

He takes a look of anger, pure hatred, and a bit of shock. "I can kill you right now! And I'm will if you don't do something about that attitude!" He hisses.

Unconsciously, I take a step back, looking away and crossing my arms, I mumble, "Fine." His face goes back to his normal, emotionless setup. "Come. I some people who I'd like you to meet."

He turns on his heels and starts to the entrance of the mansion. "How the hell did I not see the fucking entrance?!" I mumble to myself.

He glances at me, "Its a thing I call magic. A cloaking spell." He says over his shoulder. "Hmm..."

We walk up to the entrance. Dark pushes open the door, letting me walk inside. "Woah..." I breathe out.

He nods, "Yes, I know." I look around the home, seeing two staircases on each side of the wall, a platform in the middle, with black railings.

"Is this place yours?" I turn to him, he nods. "Bitch, how?! How did you pay for this, I mean like, this is top-fucking-notch!"

He shrugs, "Mark pays for most of it. Or I steal his money, either way, he pays for it!" He laughs.

I walk up the stairs, glancing back at Dark, he holds the black cane from earlier in the book. (A-N: The fourth wall is broken! I repeat, the fourth wall is broken! XD)

"Dark? Are you okay? You're not going to go berserk on me again, are you?" I ask, walking back down the stairs, stopping right behind Dark.

He blinks, shakes his head and looks at me. His dark aura fades away, so does his grey colored skin. He looks...normal.