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

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Happy Pie Day!!!!!!!! I'm a math whiz so today's got me hyped up! Enjoy!!!!!!

Zora's POV

The walk up is dead silent. He holds my hand tightly in his like I'd fall a great height if he let go. I hold his hand tightly too, afraid that he would leave me if I let go.

We have a bond. The same fear of losing each other.

I have only met him today and it feels like I've known him my whole life. Yet, he is controlling the body Dark once controlled. It's as though Darkiplier has his own alter egos.

I look back at the papers Damian had given me that are now rolled up and in my right hand. It's so random that he just knew what they were and what they do. Like he tried it himself. Or someone told him what they do, that's never a bad guess.

I look at Damian to see his face stern. His hands shaking as we reach the door at the top of the stairs. He hastily opens it and steps out into the hall. I follow suit and we let go of each other's hand.

He looks down the hall, further into the west wing. Then he looks out the window. It's still dark out. I follow his eyes as they look around the room. At the rug. The chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. The doors. Then on me.

"Shall I take you to bed? It is still very dark out dearie," Damian offers. I lightly nod and lead him through the house, as he ends up getting us lost until we reach my door. It's still how I left it, wide open.

I turn on the light and walk in. He walks in uncomfortingly. I give him a strange look then I jump onto my bed. He sits down next to me as I cover myself up in my blankets.

"Is this uncomfortable Damian?" I ask him. He shakes his head and places his left hand on my chest.

"Just promise me you won't leave your room until I come, okay?" I just nod in response. He smiles, pats the bed, and stands up. He walks over to the door and turns off the lights.

"Goodnight Zora," He sings sweetly.

"Goodnight!" I sing back. He smiles again before closing the door. Leaving me in complete darkness.

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I wake up the next morning to light tapping on my door. I push the blankets off of me and groggily walk over to the door. I grab the door handle and open it wide. Standing there is Googleplier along with Dr. Iplier.

"Hey Zora," Google greets me.

"Hey," Mark mutters.

"How are you holding up? After what happened with Dark, I wasn't sure how you'd react. Is everything good now?" Google asks, his head snaps to the side questioningly.

"Oh- yeah, I'm fine. I felt some banging though from downstairs. I don't know if it was from downstairs but it woke me up a few hours or so ago," I explain. Google slowly nods, confusion and concern extinguishable on his face. He looks at Mark as he simply nods and walks away.

"You know what, I'll make it up to you. Pick something, anything, and we can do that today. Okay?" Google offers. I nod and he smiles," what do you wanna do?"

"Could we draw pictures? Then maybe watch a movie?" I ask hopingly.

"Of course! I'll go situate the table. In the meantime how about you fix yourself up young lady," he jokes as he ruffles my hair. I giggle and slap his hands away from me. He walks off and I close the door.

I turn on the lights. Sitting on my desk is a brush along with other things. I grab my brush and begin vigorously brushing my hair as I situate myself on my bed.

I put the brush back on the desk when I see the rolled up papers from last night on the desk. Those are the spell pages Damian gave me. Where is Damian?

I open one of the drawers in the desk and plop the pages right inside, along with a pencil and my favorite pen that some ego gave to me. The ego was one of Googleplier's friends so no one questions them.

I shut the drawer and look to at the bed and see a nice, folded pile of clothes just waiting for me. Every day, or not it kinda just depends on things, someone, usually Google or Dark, summon clothes onto my bed for me to change into. Google doesn't have this power though and uses something else to summon them.

Today, Google has picked out a pair of leggings, my personal favorite pair, a simple red t-shirt with a cute pun on it, and ankle socks in red. Along with black and white slippers.

Oh, so we're going comfy today? I think to myself jokingly as I change.

A minute later I slip on the boot-like slippers when I hear another knock on the door. I walk over to the door and open it. Standing there is none other than Da-

"Hey, Zora. It's still Damian in this body. I just wanted to let you know that maybe I could help you with freeing Y/n," he offers.

"Haven't you already done that with the spells?" I ask, clearly confused about the situation.

"I mean yeah, but maybe I could be of more assistance to you. How about I let Dark have his body again, and you let me possess your body every once in a while. I'd only be active to help free Y/n. Would that be okay? All you would have to do is shake my hand," Damian states, tossing his hand out preparing for me to shake it. Which I'm hesitant about.

"I'd rather not. In most shows, shaking someone's hand to make a deal is usually bad, especially including possession," I kindly deny. He gives me a stern look and looks down the hall.

"Why would you want to leave this body anyway? You're part of Dark. Without you, there would be no Darkiplier-"

"HOW WOULD YOU KNOW??!" Damian yells. The room goes dead silent and his face turns red in anger. I stand there, on the verge of tears.

"If you were a bit wiser, you would've taken no as an answer. Then I could've considered taking the offer. I know how you really feel and it's nothing pretty. Goodbye, Damian," I slam the door in his face.

My face begins to get flooded with tears as I watch the doorknob to see if anyone comes to check on me.

But nobody came.