I Care {Darkiplier}

(Chapter 1) The Beginning

You never believed in the spiritual side of things. You never thought it was real, but just fantasy. That was until you met him. This man was not even a person, human. It wasn't a demon, no, but more like an entity. An entity whose shell is broken, cracked. His body was always breaking. No one ever understood why his body was like that, some say this was caused by something in the early 1900s. Around 1930 is when the sightings began. You used to hear tales of this man, the man that wore a suit, his form glitching in a way un human like, a man that held such a sorrow past behind his cold, manipulative, hotheaded personality. You heard tales of this man over the internet as well.

It was October 13th, of 2018. A Saturday, when you began to get visits from him.

You walked through the bustling sidewalks of (T/N), you were walking to the bus stop as that was your only way of travel to your job. As you walked the usual way to the bus station, you pass a tech shop. TV's were being displayed in the windows. The 'JIM news' was playing on the TVs.

"In other news, the game host, murderer who calls himself Wilford Warfstache has still not been caught and arrested, if any of you see this man, don't approach him and report him to your local police station." The reporter, Jim announced.

You glance over at the TV screen as you pass by, you have heard reports about this man for a while now. You turn your head forward once more, dodging a few bypassing people. You soon made it to your destination and sat down on the bench placed under the bus stop area, you adjust the purse/satchel that hung over your shoulder. You open your purse/satchel to grab your phone. Once you find what you are looking for you take out your phone. You check the time.

1:30...the bus should be here in a few.

Around fifteen minutes passed when the bus finally arrived. You glance up from whatever social media app you were using to pass the time and slid your phone back in your bag. You grab your wallet and step onto the bus paying the driver. The bus was somewhat filled with people. You grab a nearby pole and wait for the vehicle to move. Soon the bus stopped at the next station. You walked towards a small restaurant, you worked as a waitress/waiter. You enter the building walking into the back room near the kitchen, the room held different cubbies that held your work outfits. You changed into your, black pants/black knee-length skirt, white long-sleeved polo shirt with a black vest, and dark grey bowtie. Once you finish getting dressed, you grab a notepad and walk over to one of the many tables. Checking on different families, and people.

A few hours have passed, and less and less visitors have arrived. It was now around 8:45. You had to go home. You change out of your work clothes in the bathroom and fold them neatly in the assigned cubbie. You slung your bag over your shoulder and walked out of the restaurant. The street lights dimly lit the concrete below you. As you walk home you felt your phone vibrate in your purse/satchel. You pick it up seeing a text from (BF/N).

(BF is your best friend, Y is you.)

BF – Hey I was wondering if you wanted to come to LA For a few weeks, ya know, like a vacation? You've been working a lot lately, I think you deserve a break.

Y – I don't know, maybe. You know I still am working on saving money to go to my dream college.

BF – Oh come on (N/N)! It Will be fun! Besides you have all the time in the world! Your still young you know! You're in your twenties, you need to party, go to places! Maybe even go find a Boyfriend, Or girlfriend!

You shake your head with a small chuckle at how they replied before typing:

Y – Fine, long as I choose where we eat for lunch/dinner, after we arrive.

BF – Great, I'll pick you up on Monday! WE can have a road trip! bring snacks, jam out to musicals/music! :D

Y – okay, I just need to text my boss. I-

You stopped, it felt like someone was watching you, eyes burned in the back of your head. You were confused. You looked around out of paranoia but didn't see anyone. You felt chills run down your spine.

Y – okay I just need to text my boss. I got to go, it feels like someone is watching me, and nobody's there...oof If I die make my room a museum based off me.

You turned off your phone, you were joking in the text obviously, but you couldn't help but feel your stomach fill with dread. Nevertheless, you continued to walk on, a faster pace. You had now put your phone in your pocket. You still felt like you were being watched. Your heart was pounding. As you walked you could have sworn you saw something out the corner of your eye, but there was nothing.

You walk into your home hanging up your hoodie. You removed your purse/satchel off your shoulder. You kick off your shoes and place them near the door. You walk into the bathroom to take a shower before you text your boss. You flip on the bathroom light to find that it wasn't working...

The hell?

You sigh trying again, still with no result. Looks like you'll have to change the lightbulb. You took your phone from your pocket to use the flashlight mode. You turn the flashlight at the ceiling before you place it on the counter connected the sink, so at least you would have some light. You turn on the shower and wait for the water to heat up to your liking. You strip from your clothes and step into the shower.

You yawned tiredly once you've made it to your room, you already grabbed your phone. You had a towel wrapped around you. You slip on a baggy t-shirt, underwear, and shorts. You toss the towel into your hamper as you flop onto bed and turn on your phone. you quickly text your boss about your vacation plans. You place your phone on your nightstand before pulling up your covers and falling asleep.