Danti- There are no strings on me

The Compound

The Iplier Compound was bigger than Anti thought it'd be. It was a giant warehouse on the outskirts of the city, sitting alone. It had three levels, Dark told him; one for business matters and formal meetings; one for everyday things like a kitchen, a couple of bathrooms, a lounge; the third one had bedrooms and guest rooms. On the roof was an outdoor pool and fitness equipment. Dark told him about an underground bunker setup where they took people they wanted to talk to... privately. Anti knew what he meant. Torture chamber. Hot.

He'd have to check it out one day.

Better yet, he'd have to try it out. Preferably with Darkiplier.

They'd left the car outside the warehouse, Dark telling him that someone would be around to deal with it. The warehouse had two massive doors out the front but Dark lead him around to the side where a smaller, easier to open door was. The building was cold and damp, varying in different shades of grey. It was dull, to say the least. They passed the stairwell, walking in silence into a room surrounded by thick cement walls and a single glass window tainted black on the inside. It was like an interrogation room. Anti had been in a few of them.

"Do take a seat, we're just waiting on my colleagues."

That put a damper on his mood. He thought it'd just be him and the demon. Apparently not. "Are they gonna join us any time soon?" Anti slumped down into the seat opposite Dark. The table in front of him was bare, save for a plastic cup of water and an ominous splatter of blood.

Dark caught Anti staring at it, tipping the cup over and scrubbing lightly with a handkerchief. "Some people just don't cooperate." He said wistfully.

"I'd cooperate with ya. I think you'd find we could make a mighty fine pair."

"If you could refrain from making any sexual comments when the others get here, that'd be just swell."

"You make it too easy!" Anti leaned forward, glancing up at the camera in the corner. "They're not here yet though, are they?"

"You'd know if they were, trust me."

"Then I've still got time to get some hilarious jokes in there." He wiggled his eyebrows, eyes back on the prize. Dark grunted, crossing one leg over the other, blocking Antis view.

"There are two others on their way."

"I mean, I'm no stranger to a few more than two."

"When they arrive, they'll size you up-"

"Above average, if you really wanna know."

"-make sure you're going to be able to bring something new to the table." Dark growled. "If they find that you're not worth it, they'll probably take you down to the bunker and kill you. If you're lucky, you'll get a quick death as a thanks for taking time to suss out the situation."

"Does that I mean I don't get ta suck you off?"

"No," Dark said flatly.

Anti pouted. "Well, you're just a barrel of fuckin' fun, aren't cha?"

"I certainly try to be."

So, either Anti would become a part of the team, or Dark would get his buddies to off him. "What if I decide I don't want to be here? Don't get me wrong, life or death situations definitely turn me on, but this one just seems a bit one sided, ya know?"

Dark examined the Ego in front of him carefully. Anti felt the weight of his gaze, resisting the urge to curl in on himself. He wasn't about to submit. That was Darks job. "I think you'll find that you're going to be fine. I strongly believe that they're going to enjoy your company. That's usually all they judge you on. They are powerful, but I wouldn't exactly call one of them tactful."
"Okay, but what if I still wanna leave?"