Daddy's Princess (Darkiplier x Reader)

t w e n t y - f i v e.

The numerous joyous songs of the wild birds outdoors and the natural light beaming through the bedroom window drew you out of your dream state and begged you to gain consciousness. You slowly opened your eyes as your pupils adjusted to the sudden change in light. Inhaling a large breath of fresh morning air, you turned your head to the side to see a large, sleeping, and shirtless Dark. A faint smile played on your face as you internally giggled at his messy hair and fully relaxed face. Your eyes soaked in every detail of the man before you as if he were about to change entirely. Which, in actuality, wasn't completely false. He might have already undergone a huge change overnight. He might wake up and be the caring human you had yet to meet. Part of you urged you to awake him so you could readily know the truth, but another more cowardly side decided to be patient and wait for him to wake up on his own. The scariest part of it all was the fact that you weren't sure if you were more afraid that Dark would still be here or that he would be gone.

You stared up at the ceiling and let your mind take over, just like you did back whenever your depression ruled and reigned your life. Thoughts of all shapes and sizes and on all topics filled your head and subdued you to their dominion. You allowed yourself to slip out of reality and become overwhelmed with the questions, images, and situations that raced within your brain. Thinking too hard and long was always your way to escape, but it proved to be dangerous back then when it deepened your poor mental state and threatened your very life. Your mind was a paradise that could easily and quickly be oppositely turned into a living hell. You seemed to always like to walk that tightrope, though.

Finally, a noise from beside you tugged you back to reality and attracted your attention towards the man beside you. He grunted once more before opening his chocolate eyes. His eyes darted around the room rapidly, almost as if he didn't know where he was or what was happening. Eventually, his eyes fell on you and they displayed a look of remembrance, regret, and kindness as his eyes bore into yours. You instinctively shifted away slightly and he seemed saddened.

"D-Dark?" You hesitantly whispered, knowing the repercussions of using his name. Your eyes remained locked on the man.

He glanced down at his body before returning his eyes to you. "No," he whispered, as if in disbelief himself. "No. It worked! I'm back!"

His sudden loudness frightened you and caused you to make your way to the far edge of the bed, away from him.

"Oh, I didn't mean to frighten you," he instantly sounded remorseful. "It's me, Mark."

Your eyes looked over his body and then back into his eyes. "How can I trust you?" You replied quietly, memories of the last time a similar situation occurred resurfaced and caused you to shudder remembering Dark's claws in your back.

He seemed at a loss for words. "Uh, ask me something I'd know. Maybe something from your dream?"

You shook your head slowly. "No, Dark knows that. My dream is just a memory repeated over and over."

"Oh. Well, um, maybe something about the channel?"

"Too simple." Suddenly, something hit you. "I've got it! Do you keep a box of files on YouTube?"

"Yes."

"Where?"

He pointed to the closet. "In there."

"Show me."

He rummaged through the closet for a bit before pulling a box out titled "YouTube". He glanced at you before opening it and sifting through the different files before finding one titled "Video Information". "That's what you're looking for and asking about."

"Name three out of the six highlighted names you called Darkiplier."

"Six? There were only four main ones, but I sa-"

"I believe you. It was a test."

"Oh, okay."

"One more question. How did Tyler know to help me?"

"I wrote him a letter because Dark was watching you for quite some time."

"It's good to have you back, Mark."

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The hours seemed to fly by as you and Mark chatted about anything and everything. He sputtered out numerous apologies when the conversation related to Dark. He seemed to feel very guilty about it all and wished to make it right. He even cooked a large dinner over which you two continued the conversation. Finally, the sun began its descent behind the trees as the two of you finished dinner and headed to the living area to talk some more.

"So you have this reoccurring dream, which is actually a memory? And that's how I could talk to you?" He questioned.

You quickly nodded. "Yeah, it's a memory that traumatized me and frequently plays into my dreams. I guess since Dark gained access over my mind you could talk to me."

"Hmm, I guess that makes sense. Not that anything that happened should make sense," he replied with a forced chuckle.

"So he can just come out whenever he wants?"

"If he gains enough power, yes. Are you afraid to say his name?" He asked jokingly.

You contemplated his words before you spoke. "Yes," you breathed out, instantly alerting Mark that you were serious.

"Oh my God, really? Why?" He asked as he gently laid his hand over yours comfortingly.

"I-I don't know," you stuttered, scrambling to make up a lie as you feared telling him the truth. "Maybe I think if I say his name he'll come back or take over my mind."

"Darling, I don't think he can do that while I'm here," his fingers interlaced with yours and he gave your hand a comforting squeeze.

"Maybe you're right; maybe I'm just paranoid," you lied through your teeth. "Or maybe you just want him back," your mind retaliated.

"Wanna watch a movie or something?" Mark suggested.

"Sure."

As Mark got up to set up the T.V., you couldn't help but wonder why your mind was still on Dark. Did you really want him gone? Did part of you still have feelings attached to him? Were you ever going to get over him?