The Upside-Down Life Of Zora (A Darkiplier Fanfiction)

The Time Has Come

Heyyy. So I'm planning on publishing chapters every Thursday. Sounds kinda weird but that hows I'm gonna do it. Ok bye enjoy!

Zora's POV

His voice was deep, yet calming, and sounds familiar. I didn't want to see the man as he is freaking terrifying so far.

"Its ok, I won't hurt you, I pinkie promise," he says calmly. I gain enough courage to open my eyes and look at him. He is standing up but his top half is bent over and he has his hand out with his pinkie the only finger sticking out from his fist. I just nod and interlock my pinkie with his. Then we shake our hands and I let go and wrap it back around my legs.

"How about we get you back on the bed huh?" He asks and opens his hand for me to take, which I refuse to. He huffs and stands up straight and starts pouting. I almost laugh at his childness but stop myself and look away from him.

I hear the door shutting and some shuffling behind me as he moves to who knows where. I just ignore it and scoot a little away from the door as the final bit of light from it vanishes.

"Hey, is something wrong?" He asks after a minute or so of silence. I just straighten myself up and let my left hand rest itself on the floor.

"Im just scared - and confused. Am I... dead?" I ask, my voice shaky and broken, as I turn to look at him through the darkness. He seems to be thinking to himself while sitting up against the wall.

"Your not dead. Actually I saved you before you could completely drown in the pool," he explains with a sigh and leans his head against the wall.

"Why did you save me?" I ask, confused as crap.

"Wouldn't your parents be devastated to see their little girl dead in the pool?" He asks me. He does have a point.

"Touché," I mutter, more to myself than to him. He just quietly laughs and set his right hand on the tiled floor. I decide to stretch my legs out since I'm calmer. As I do, I suddenly start hurting," ow." I wince at the pain.

"Are you okay? I can put you on the bed if need be," he informs as he jumps to his feet and has his arms out like he could pick me up at any minute.

"I-I'm fine, I just wasn't expecting it," I say to make him not worry. He doesn't seem convinced as he picks me up anyway and gently places me on the bed.

"Do you feel better?" He asks as He places a blanket over me. I kinda just shrug and lay back onto the bed,"we can talk if you want to."

"That'd be nice," I answer and look to the end of the bed.

"Well, what's bothering you?" He asks as he pulls up a chair I didn't see earlier and places his hand on my left side, as I was laying on the right one to see him.

"How long have I been here?" I ask him. He just simply nods and looks to the wall behind me from what I could see.

"About a week or so. Everyone was scared that you wouldn't make it, but I just knew you'd make it. I guess you could say it was magic," he says lackadaisically. I just nod and rest my head deeper into the pillow.

Then I feel the warm of his hand leave my side and I sit up to see that he grabbed the Velcro belt and bracelet thing from the floor. He walks back towards the bed and reattaches them and I hear the rhythmic beeping start up again. I just sit there confused as he start doing stuff on the weird computer thing.

"Whats that?" I ask him and tilt my head like a confused puppy.

"Its a breathing machine, I'm pretty sure. It has a face mask with it and someone can wear the mask and get enough oxygen to be able to breathe," he explains. I just nod and roll onto my back and stare at the ceiling for a few minutes.

"What are you doing on the breathing machine thing?" I ask in a whisper. He looks to me strangely but I ignore it.

"I'm informing the computer what type of gas I need to go through to the mask," he answers. I just nod my head and continue to stare off into space.

"Isn't it a little dark in here?"

"What now?" He asks confusingly.

"There is basically no light in here. Wouldn't it be difficult to see without light?" I ask him again with a little bit of an explanation. He just shrugs and walks over to the light switch.

"If light is what you want, then here you go," he says as he turns the lights on. I close my eyes for a second but I quickly get use to the bright lights. He then walks back over to the machine.

I take the next few minutes to study him. He has dark hair but the front part is dyed red, which actually looks really nice. He is also wearing a grey tuxedo which doesn't seem to fit the setting.

But as he continues to look through the computer, his figure seems to change. His hair turns black, his skin becomes colored out into a shade of grey, he starts becoming into what seems to be a 3D movie without the glasses, and his eyes turn pitch black.

I start cowering in fear as I see how he changes into what could be something from a nightmare. He looks at me in a second and laughs a dark and evil one.

"Are you scared? I promised I Wouldn't hurt you, so why are you shaking like that?" He asks and stares deep into my eyes and down to my soul. I just shake my head and roll over so I'm on my side that is facing away from him.

"Could you please roll back over? I have something for you," he please as he rolls me onto my back. I just glare at him to make sure he knows I'm not scared.

"Could you answer me two questions at least?" I ask him.

"Sure. What is it?"

"What's gonna come out of the face mask? All I know is that it could kill me."

"Ahh, that's a good question," he says and sits back in his chair," its a scientific gas compound that numbs pain and it can heal your soreness and the burning feeling in your chest." He grabs the face mask and prepares to put it on my head," and two?"

"Who are you?"

That seems to strike him like a spear through his heart but I don't get why. He moves his hands and the mask lower to my head. He lifts up my head and places it on my head. Immediately I feel a gas smacking my face and it makes me sleepy.

I can hear him say something before I faint:

"̘̪͇͚͋̐̈̐͜T͍̯̄ͮ̑̈͠ͅh̓͋̑͏̙̪͉̥̝͞ͅē̘̬̣̣̖ͫ̅̉͂ͬ ͩ̒̔̎͡͏̨̣̥̳̪̰̰̜͖͖n̶̦̺͙̉̋ͬ̍̃̎͘ã͚̪̦̹̑́͢m͔̬̺̦̃̒ͫ́e̵͍̣̗͔̮̹ͣ̏͂ͤͧ͛̄ͧ͞'̊͛̐ͦ̇ͬ̿҉̵̷͎̭s̴̷̖͇̬̦̫̗̟̆ͣ̏̃ ͚̞͚̤̙̖̝ͮ̔̿̆ͤ̂̎̇̇Dͪ͏̟̖̪̤̰͢á̡̛̖̣̝̻̊͑͛͠ͅr̷̢̻̞ͧ̑̽ͫ̀͂̎͘k̢̦̳͇̩̭̠̣̚̕ī̩͗̃ͤͪ͗͂̇́p̧̲̫̹̩̦͙͂͗ͤ͒̇ͩl̜̯̅̈́͡i͋ͦ̌̀ͪͩ҉̥̥̼̣̖̻̺̥͞e̡̪̭̼̟̔̇̑͐̍ͬ̂̊͞r̢̭͍͇͕̥͈̹̄̓ͪ͛,̞̼̩͈̩̐ͥ͂ͭ

̾͏̤̹͚͇̭͠a̡̛̭ͯͫ͌̉̂ͩͅn̴̨̜̣̽̀d̟̘̪ͦ̏̂̂͠ͅ ̤̦̘̝̥͑͡ͅț̢̜̤̞͓ͨ̎ḩ̛̲͚͂̀̀ͨͪ͜ė̆̈́̏̽̿ͭͩ҉͈̞̲̻̲̖̞̜f̷̹͙͇̜͇̹͈̄ͪ̈́ͭ̀ͣ̏̃͟u̸̧̳̥̟̘̪͑ņ̵͓̦͚̬̦̪̽̽̍̀ͅͅ ̮̜͖̪̻͈͚̀̎ͦ̽̿ͣ͞į̛̗̳̥̗͙̟̐̽̌͆͆ͨ̿ͨs̶͔̬̫̃ͪ̋̊̈͢ ̷͕̰̝̺̞͔̲̞ͯͪ̏̀j̶̣̙͖̬̾͛̌͠ų̰̹̯̤̣̙̹̔ͣ̂͑̊͆ͭ̕s͕̞̣͍̲͈͍̣̦ͥ̋͊ͭͥ̊̏̋́͢t̨̟͔ͬ͌ ̈́̒͛́͒̏̆̿͏̢͙̭̰͘

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