The Human Race | Darkiplier X Reader

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Y/n's POV

"Human." A hushed voice calls out.

"Human!" They say, a bit more annoyed.

"Y/n!"

At the sound of my name being whispered, I open my eyes.

Through the dark I can only make out the faint outline of whoever is in front of me.

"Mark?" I question, confused.

"No, Dark." His deep voice fills my ears.

"Dark? Is something wrong?" I ask.

"No. I wish to show you something." He says.

I sit up, pushing off my covers.

"How late is it?" I ask as I yawn.

"Four in the morning."

My eyes widen.

"Its late Dark. Go to sleep." I mumble and lie back down.

I hear a frustrated sigh and then I feel his cold hand wrap around my ankle and drag me out of bed.

I groan as my body hits the ground with a rough thud.

"What the hell?!" I whisper-yell as I sit up.

"Lets go."

Through the dark I see his hand outstretched towards me.

"No, I'm going to sleep."

I stand and am about to go back into the bed when he grabs my wrist.

"Exasperating." He mutters as he drags me to the window.,

"Dark? What are you doing?"

He doesn't respond.

He then opens the window.

"Dark?"

He's frightening me.

He chuckles.

Good.

I hear his voice in my mind.

"What the-"

Dark picks me up surprising me.

Before I can say anything else, he throws me out the window.

WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH HIM?!

I close my eyes and curl in a ball.

I try to scream but it seems as though my mouth has been sewn shut.

I cant open it.

I brace myself for impact when i suddenly feel a cold hand grab my wrist, nearly breaking it.

I open to eyes to see that Dark has caught me.