A child, Y/n. She dashed imbetween houses hearing laughter and joy. She smiled at others happiness. She knew she would never have that. She scampered her way in the alley to a cozy little box she calls home.
Her h/c hair was messed up and dirty, she wore a pink skirt and black shirt which was dirty, she had dirt all over her face. The rest she perfers not to discuss.
She always got a good view of the park from her box and she saw a mother pushing their child on the swing. 'I will never have that.' she thought to herself. She bawled and hugged her knees. A stray black cat walked to her. She hugged it. "No one wants you either huh?" She asked. The cat looked sad.
"It's ok, I want you, I'll love you and care for you, we can block out this world around us." She said. The cat purred and let Y/n pet it. She continued to pet the cat remembering her real parents. She had scars all over her but the main ones are in her heart, or at least, what's left of her heart. She gave them all of her love to them but only to be bettered. She never got back what she lost. She only got pain.
Now for our next misunderstood character, we have Mr. Darkiplier. He is a demon of death and stolen souls. He kills when he is angry and he always has an emotionless face or a smirk. He likes to watch others suffer. At home, Mark, Google, Doctor, and well, we don't discuss the last one, but they hate him. The only people who cares about him is Wilford, Anti, and Host. Dark was pissed off at Mark, so he went to bed. 'Assholes, I do care about people, Wilford, Host, Anti. They are just douche bags.'
Then there's Anti and Host, two of Dark's closest friends, Anti is making some chocolate chip cookies for Dark to cheer him up. Host is narrating others misery (not Y/n, he doesn't know anything that has to do with her.) As Dark drifts to sleep .
Lastly, we have our main man, Wilford Warfstache, Dark's not TOO close friend. He is the man that kills for a living, but he also has a heart. Mark and him were yelling at each other. Wilford wacked Mark with his gun then stormed outside. "Where are you going?" Google asked. "Out." Wilford said. "Oh." Google said not wanting to get involved.
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ℂ ℍ ᝪ Տ ℰ ℕ , ℒ ᝪ Ꮙ ℰ ⅅ (Adopted by Wilford Warfstache, Anti, And Darkiplier)
FanfictionWhy are we so misunderstood. On the outside we are either cold and hide our feelings. Or we are like Y/n, a kid, the age of 4, whom cries for what she lost yet always trying to show generosity and adding a smile when needed. But there is no need. Th...
