Give me your love or I'll take it myself(Darkiplier x reader)

Chapter 2. The Dreadful News

{(Y/N)'s P.O.V.}

     "Hello, Princess." A dark voice says.

     I look around the dark room. "Who are you? What do you want?" I shout into the darkness.

     "Oh, Princess, you know exactly... who... I... am," the dark voice responds.

     "What do you mean?" I demand. "Who are you?" I yell again. A figure appears in front of me and I find myself pinned to a wall.

     "Come on, don't you recognize me?" The dark voice asks.

     I look up at a man wearing a black suit. He had a red tie and is hair was dark and ruffled. I know this person! I think, looking at him.

     "Oh... So you do remember. Then what's my name?" he asks.

     I look him dead in the eyes. "Your name is Darkiplier."

     He laughs and puts a finger beneath my chin, making me look up at him. "You're right, Princess. I am indeed Darkiplier."

     I look at him carefully. "How are you real?" I ask, still cautious.

     He smirks "My fans and the fan art made me real. You... made me real." He says. I glare at him. He pulled away and watched my angry eyes.

     "Why are you here?" I ask simply.

     He chuckles darkly. "What? I can't introduce myself to the pretty lady?" He asks with an evil grin.

     I growl, "Whatever you're doing, I suggest you stop right now."

     He chuckled and leaned in next to my ear whispering, "Oh... But I don't want to. It's so hard to hold back... You have no clue." He starts nibbling on my neck a little.

     I squeak, "S-stop!" He chuckles and pulls away placing his hand below my chin and making me look at him.

     "You won't be asking me to stop soon... In fact, you'll be begging me for more. Unfortunately, our precious time is up... for now. I'll see you soon." He looks into my eyes and smirks adding, "Princess."

     My vision suddenly goes black. I find the strength to sit up. I sit still in fear and confusion before holding my aching forehead. "Ow..." I take a couple deep breaths to calm myself. "That was one weird dream." I mumbling to no one, still holding my forehead.

     I hear footsteps and someone walks into the room I was in. "Oh! Your up!" The person says.

     I look up and the same man who saved me yesterday was standing there. Only, I noticed something. "Your Markiplier!" I exclaim in surprise.

     He nods. " Yeah? You didn't notice that last night?" he asks, puzzled.

     I shook my head "No. My head was hurting..." I said. " I couldn't focus or recognize anything."

     He nods again. "I understand. You were in shock. People tend to not pay attention when situations like that arise," he says. Mark walks over from the doorway and sits beside me on the bed. "What were you doing out so late anyway?" He asks. I look over at him. His eyes were full of curiosity and confusion.

     I look down. "I-I had to work late last night because the animals in the shelter were scared of something. So... I stayed with them until they calmed down and then locked up the place." I explain, remembering the way the animals had freaked out randomly. Come to think of it, that's when I thought someone might have been watching me.

     "Well, next time be more careful!" He says and stands up. "Come on down for some breakfast." I nod and stand up, following him down to his kitchen when the news on the TV caught my eye.

     "Today, we had a 911 call that a house burnt down. It's address was 1632 NE Snow Drive. (A.N. yes I know it ain't real) Multiple neighbors have confirmed that a young woman by the name of (Y\N) (L\N) lived here. We have not found any bodies, as of now, except a dog's and cat's. We hope she wasn't in the house when the fire began. The fire was started by a faulty firework. The police had found the shell in the rubble." The woman on TV says. "We will update you when we find more on this case. Now back to the news..." The reporter's voice becomes fuzzy as I cover my mouth in shock. Mark notices this and looks at me worriedly.

     "Hey, you okay? Are they a friend of yours? " He asks, probably having forgotten my name from last night. He walked over to me.

     I shake my head. "N-no... I-I lived there. M-my cat... and my dog... they didn't make it out..." I say, trying to choke back tears. They escape anyway.

     He hugs me tightly in an attempt to comfort me. "Oh..." He says in realization. "What were their names?" he asks softly. He rubs my back as he hugs me.

     "M-my cat's name was M-Mark... and m-my d-dog's name was Dark..." I respond hesitantly. He tenses up for a moment before sighing.

     "I'm sure they're in a better place now." He says sadly. He pulls away and scratches his neck nervously. "D-do you want to make a little memorial thing for them in the backyard?"

     I smile and wipe my eyes, sniffling a bit. "Y-yeah I think th-they'd like that..." I pull a picture from my pocket and show it to him. "This is Mark and Dark." I say, pointing to the both of them.

     The cat, Mark, was a crimson red tabby and Dark was a black and slightly reddish-brown German Shepard. Mark smiles softly and grabs my hand gently pulling me in another direction through the house.

     "Come on, let's start. If you have any more pictures on your phone, I can print them out for you." he says, leading me through the glass door to Mark's backyard. I enter the folder with all the pictures of Mark and Dark before handing my phone to Markiplier. He hooks it up to his wireless printer to print out some photos while we start to work on the stand for the memorial.

A.N. - 897 WORDS?! THE HELL!?

Spelling and other edits done by EmoLeafCurse