Dark did it(Darkiplier x Reader)

-Part 42- Party Rockin' in the House Tonight!

"Bye bye love,

Bye bye happ-i-ness,

Hello loneliness

I think I'm-a gonna cry-y,"

The music played in the background as Anti playfully snapped a party hat onto my head. I felt foolish wearing the cheap-coned hat but I felt uninterested in using the energy to move my arms. I watched as Anti danced around the room to the song, carelessly.

In the last few minutes, Anti had managed to pull out the most corniest and clichést decorations that I have ever seen seemingly out of nowhere. Poorly blown up red balloons and homemade blue confetti surrounded the floor. Streamers were duct taped to the walls and a banner that said, "Happy Birthday John", was hung up brightly and centered in the middle. I had no idea where Anti had gotten these decorations from, and I had no idea who John was. Let's hope he's still alive...

I turned to look towards Dark and paused when I saw that he was sitting across me, filled with rage as he wore a party hat that Anti obviously made him wear. He sat there, arms crossed and pouting like a little kid when their parents have told them no. I held in a snicker as he sent a glare towards Anti. I had to remind myself later to take a photo of him as this was way too funny to forget. And as if Anti had read my mind, he pulled out an old Polaroid camera and snapped a photo of Dark.

As soon as the flash went off, Dark's eyes went wide and he literally jumped out of his seat towards Anti. "Anti! Get back here!" Dark forced out of his mouth.

Anti's POV-

I ran through the hallway and into Dark's room as he followed me. Before jumping on his bed, I quickly placed the camera and the picture on the dresser. I turned to face him as I stood on his bed with a huge smile on my face. I only have one chance to do this, and I've been wanting to do it since forever...

Dark stormed into the room and turned towards the photo; his back facing me. "This is my time to shine..." I thought.

Leaping off of the bed, I jumped onto his back.

Dark stumbled forward but quickly caught his balance and stood up straight as I hung off of him. "What are you doing?" I practically heard his deadpan in his voice.

"I'm riding you like I rode that girl that one time. Ya know, the blonde one?" I joked.

I had figured thabalance what it would feel like and of course, the bastard is more built than me. I practically felt his shoulder muscles on my chest! I felt his entire back against my stomach, and I tightened my arms around his throat. I held onto him like a cowboy to a bull.

"Jesus, Anti. Get off of me!" Dark exclaimed, forgetting about the picture.

I rolled my eyes, as I jumped off of him. Sitting down on his bed, I looked up at him and ignored the party hat that was still on his head. "You know, this is most likely the last time I will ever see you, right?" I turned serious.

Dark turned to face me, his eyebrows pushed together. "You're actually leaving?" He asked, a hint of distress was hidden in his words.

He watched me as he sat down on the bed obviously not breaking his straight posture. "The man never relaxes, doesn't he?" I held back a smile.

His brooding figure deepened and showed great stress. He only seems to get more complicated. Hell, this moment kind of reminds me of the first time that I had ever met him. It wasn't that long ago, only a few years.

(Y/n) watched YouTube when (she/he) was younger. And of course, they watched a lot of Dan and Phil, Cinnamon Toast Ken, and etc. One day, she stumbled upon Markiplier. Which, (she/he) only really watched one video of him but even then, from the first couple of seconds, I knew right away that something was off about him. He wasn't the only one in that big ol' head of his. I wanted to investigate and so I did. It wasn't hard to find him; Google was a big help. Upon finding him, I entered his head and when I did, well... I found something that I wasn't expecting. Multiple... Separate... personas and demons. I was shocked that Mark wasn't dead or crazy because of all of them. Only a few of them talked to me and when I met Dark, I was intrigued. He held the same look as he does now when I had first met him. Only it held a different meaning...

"What are you doing here?" He forced.

I remember him being so hostile when I introduced myself. He acted as if I was a threat, which... I wouldn't blame him but I was purely there out of curiosity!

We fought... Yada yada...

And eventually, he told me that he was there because Mark had learned how to control him and stop him from doing what he had pleased. I remember laughing at him and him punching me... And then, because I found him so much fun to mess with, I helped him grow stronger. In return, he tolerates me.

"Yeppers." I jokingly puckered my lip out, turning back to our conversation. "Which brings me to my next topic of discussion," I jumped to my feet.

"You should definitely tell (y/n) why you brought them here. Otherwise, when (she/he) finds out on their own, it'll ruin their trust in you." I suggested. "Do or don't," I added.

I walked up to him, my bangs covering my eyes. A sense of death radiated off of me, and I coldly stated, "But if I find out that you did do something to (her/him), I will come back just to snipe your ass." The air surrounding us became stiff as I looked at him. He may have more experience with killing but I have maaany more points in the torturing department than him.

"Okay?" I pulled back in a joyful smile, my threatening demeanor dissolving into thin air.

Dark deadpans once more with a questioning look. "I promise not to do anything to (her/him), but I have to ask. What are your relations with (y/n)?" He asked.

"He never asked em...? Oof." I thought, dropping my smile and becoming emotionless in the face.

"Ugh, it would've been more dramatic if you had asked (her/him) but whatever. The girl that I loved, the one who was pregnant, is (her/his) grandmother." I admitted.

"Oh, that's it? Why didn't you tell me sooner?" He asked.

"Eh, for dramatic effect?" I joked.

Storyline credit: maelyn-can-writes