"Curiouser yet Curiouser" DarkxChild!Reader

Chapter 5: Healing process

[There will be a 'fancy text' used that some may have difficulty reading. I have put 'translations' below the sections that use it]

"ყ/ɳ? ƭɦαƭร α ℓσѵεℓყ ɳαɱε"
(Y/n that's a lovely name)

The child smiled softly, shifting a little as they watched the male.

"T-thank you.."

Y/n murmured softly, pulling up their knees and hugging their legs. The male seemed friendly, kind, welcoming to the child who wasnt quite sure where they were. Warfy tilted his head to the side, shifting a little. He opened his mouth to say something but a knocking at the door made them both look up.

"Child, are you- Oh, William"

The male from earlier head peaked in the room to see if the child was up, only to see William sitting with the child. Wilford, William, Warfy. The pink haired male looked at the other with a soft hum,

"∂α૨ҡ, เɱ รσ૨૨ყ เ εѵε૨ ∂σµɓƭε∂ ყσµ, ყσµ σℓ ร૮αɱρ, ყσµ"
(Dark, I'm sorry I ever doubted you, you ol scamp, you)

The brown haired man, Dark, rolled his eyes and chuckled softly as his eyes traveled from Wilford to the child, a soft and comforting smile resting upon his lips now.

"How do you feel? Do you need anything?"

Y/n thought for a moment. They were warm now, but still rather hungry, so, they spoke up,

"C-can I h-have something to e-eat?'

They questioned softly, meeting the tall man's chocolate gaze. The man nodded a little, stepping further in the room. He was in a similar, if not the same suit, still carrying his cane as he padded over to the child. Wilford stood and watched the other, chuckling softly as he watched dark pick up the child. Dark looked over at Warfy for a moment and raising an eyebrow.

"What?"

"เ ∂เ∂ɳƭ ҡɳσω ყσµ ωε૨ε α ƒαƭɦε૨"
(I didnt know you were a father)

The pink haired male teased softly, waving his fingers at the dark eyed male. Dark looked down at the child for a moment as they got comfortable in his arm. He looked back at Wilford and rolled his eyes, starting for the door. William happened along behind Dark, humming softly as he followed them.

Y/n looked around the halls as the well dressed male took them around the home to go get them their food. It was a beautiful home, elegant, with more paintngs, running carpets and other little things that highlighted the hallways. More of the painting had golden plates pressed into them. Y/n read one of them- the picture was of a strong looking male wearing a blue shirt, with what looked like a 'G' that got cut off at the bottom, glasses, neat hair, and cold brown eyes that seemed to glow and stare into their soul. The plate read 'Google'.
Odd name

Y/n pressed their head into Dark's chest, listening to the others heartbeat. How many of those paintings were around the home? How many stamped? Who were these people? Against Dark and Warfy, the Google character looked similar. Against Dark, Wilford looked the same. Why did they all look the same...it was...
Odd

The movement stopped as Dark arrived in the kitchen. The child looked up and looked around for a moment. They looked over Darks shoulder and was surprised to find that Wilford was no longer following them. Huh... y/n shook their head a little, looking around the kitchen. Time to eat.

[Darks POV]

I watched the child for a moment as I walked down the hallway I had grown familiar walking. The markiplier manor was quite a big place. One could get lost if they didnt know the way through the maze of halls. The iplier shook his head a little and walked into the kitchen, looking around for a moment. The kitchen was quite large and quite quiet, which was odd, since it was usually occupied a permanently sassy and annoyed chef. Oh well, Dark told himself. The kitchen was large, sleek and went along with the theme and feel of the rest of the house. There was an island in the middle of the tiled floor, topped with a grayish granite cover. I set the child down on the island and studied them for a moment. The poor thing seemed like it had as much eat on their bones as a newborn bird, which is not enough for a growing child. Where is chef when you need him?

"What do you want to eat?"

I kept my voice quiet, seeing that they were probably easily frightened by any noise that wasn't a soft voice. The child gave me a sort of look.

"F-food?"

The child seemed confused by what I meant by that. Growing more concerned by the moment, I decided to get them some milk and toast, something a bit light and easy.

I gave y/n head a light pat and smiled at them for a moment before starting to journey around the kitchen. First the pantry to get the bread, then the toaster. While the bread warmed I fetched a glass from the cabinet and filled it up about half way with the white creamy liquid. I placed the milk away as the toast popped up. After grabbing a plate, butter knife and the butter, I pulled the knife against the warm bread, coating it in a thin layer of the milky product before cutting it into four small triangles. Force of habit.

I turned around and set the plate and glass down next to the child, who looked at it, then looked at me for a moment.

"For m-me..?"
Y/n questioned softly. Their almost fearful, small voice started to make my heart break.

"Yes...its for you.."

I invited softly, giving them a soft smile. Erik would know how to treat them. How to help them gain some weight and get healthy again.

It would be a slow but sure healing process