Two Unexpected Soulmates (Darkiplier x reader)

Chapter One--Reality Meets Fantasy

Here's some helpful things in case you are new to the fanfiction world. If you are new, why on earth are you starting with mine? Haha, I'm just kidding, but I hope you all enjoy.

(Y/n)--Your Name

(E/C)--Eye color

(H/C)--Hair color

(F/C)--Favorite Color

(Bf/N)--Best Friend's name (a girl friend, since I am using she and her, but you can totally change it if you want to)

(Bf/E/C)--Best Friend's Eye color

(H/T)--Your Hometown

If there's any more, they should be fairly simple, or I'll tell you. . . Hopefully :)

Your Point of View

The light of the television flickers a faint glow throughout your dorm room, the screen alluring to your tired mind. Curled up in your (F/C) fuzzy blanket, you stifle a yawn as you lazily raise a hand, switching the TV off, wrapping the blanket around your shoulders and shuffling over to your small bed. You let yourself fall onto the bed, plopping down onto the comforter, your face smothered by the pillow as you roll over. You curl up into a fetal position, sleep tugging at your eyelids as something soft comes to your ears. A gentle sound of movement. Your first thoughts were (Bf/n), but your conscience alerting you that she is on a week's vacation out visiting her family in your (H/T). You keep still, turning your head slightly to see a dark figure carefully get through your now open window, looming over you.

A figure much larger than you or (Bf/n).

You bolt from your bed, flying upwards and scrambling as your eyes struggle to adjust to the dark room. A set of hands grab you, strong and secure as one cups over your mouth to cut off the scream forming there.

"Scream, and you die," a deep voice growls, a hint of amusement in his tone, sending a shiver down your spine.

You thrash in his grip, his hand around your waist tightening, holding your back against a stone hard chest, the one over your mouth pressing harder against your lips, pinching your nose and closing off your air. Hysteria rises in you, a muffled scream rattling your throat as you swing your leg back sharply, your heel connecting to something soft. Rewarded with a deep grunt, his grip loosens, letting your body drop like deadweight, leaping forward and away from his grasp. You bolt for the door, a second shadow guessing your moves, sliding over before you, their back against the door. You turn on your heel, swerving directions as you dive for the small closet in the corner. You fumble for the light cord, pulling the rope harshly, a cheap bulb blinding you as your hands curl around the familiar thick leather, lifting the baseball bat out before you. You stand in the doorway of the closet, holding the bat out before you like a sword as you glare at the men, still hidden in the shadows.

"We've got a feisty one on our hands," the man at the door quips, his accent familiar, despite how his tones wavers in pitch. "This ought to be fun."

You inhale, forcing the lump of fear in your throat down as a snarl comes to your lips. "Who the fuck are you? And what do you want before I beat the living hell out of you."

"But I like my hell," the Irish man pouts. He takes a step forward, and a feral growl unclasps from your lips, making him take back his advance.

The first man slowly rises to his full height, his bulk outline sending a cold drop of fear down your spine. "Shut it, Anti," he growls, taking a step towards you, and you surprisingly find yourself nearly taking a step back from him. You roll your shoulders, leveling the tip of the bat at him. "Not one more s-step," you demand, feeling your bravado begin to fade as you find yourself staring into two glowing red orbs. Like tiny flames from the deepest pits of hell floating before you.