The Human Race | Darkiplier X Reader

| SIXTY-NINE |

Y/n's POV

A sharp pain in my head causes me to wince.
My eyes feel like they're glued shut.
I yawn and go to reach up and rub my eyes, when my hands don't move.
In panic my eyes shoot open.
The sight in front of me is both surprising and confusing.
It looks as if I've been placed in a cell.
Looking down, I notice that I'm tied to a metal chair.
I try to move my hands, but it only hurts to rub my wrists against the rope.

Where the fuck am I?!

That's when it all comes back to me.
Almost immediately I burst into tears.
"What's wrong darling?" A hoarse voice asks.
I jump at the sudden sound and look all around me.
There's no one insight.
"W-where are you?" My voice shakes.
I too sound like I haven't had something to drink in a few days.
"The cell next to you." They respond.
"Now what's wrong?"

What do I have to lose?

"One of my best friends was murdered right before my eyes." I answer.
"Sorry to hear that." They say. "Must have been traumatizing."
I nod to myself.
"I watched as the life drained from his eyes." I sob. "He confessed his love for me right before he died."
I let my chin rest in my chest as tears drip off my nose.
"It's never easy to lose someone so close to you." They say. "You just have to stay strong for them and promise that their death won't be in vain."
I lift up my head and look around the small cell.
"You're right." I mutter. "I came here for a reason and I don't intend to fail my mission." I begin to smile. "Even if everyone else is gone; I'll still follow through!"
I blink away the tears.
"That's right! Don't ever give up!"
Suddenly a warmth fills my chest as a shadow goes across the cell.
"Don't you give up either!" I shout.
No response.
"Hello? You still there?"
Nothing.
I sigh and relax in my chair.

Dark and Anti are probably keeping a close eye on me.
I'm not sure if Mark made it or not, but I know he would never go down without a fight.

I continue to smile to myself.

Just pull yourself together Y/n.
Worry about Phil later.
For now you need to stick to your guns and ride this one out.

I feel confident in myself that everything is going to turn out okay.
Sadly it doesn't stick around for long.
I hear the sound of a large metal door opening.
I try to lean forward and look out through the bars, but I'm too far back to see anything.
I didn't need to look out to try and see anything though.
That is because the person came right to my cell.
At first I don't recognize him as he keeps his head low.
Once close enough, he sticks a key into the door and pushes open my cell door.
Turning around, he closes it behind him.
It's when he turns back around that I recognize him.
"Asshole Moskoff." I say.
He glares at me for only a second before shooting me a pleasant smile.
"Oh Y/n! I'm so glad that I found you." He says as he claps his hands together like a little kid.
"So you did send Phil after me." I say. "Not a surprise."
Moskoff waves it off and moves closer to me.
"I only did it to make sure you were safe." He tells me. "You're mother was worried sick about you and insisted that I bring you back."
Something about the glint in his eyes tells me that he's lying.
"Oh yeah? So to make sure I was 'safe' you had to kill Seán?" I nearly cry again as I say his name.
"The Craige rat? Of course!"
Anger courses through my veins.
"He was a bad person who needed to be eliminated before he corrupted anyone else!"
I try to stand from the chair, yet only manage to make it almost tip over.
"LIER!" I shout. "SEÁN WAS A SWEET GUY WHO YOU KILLED FOR NO FUCKING REASON!!!"
Moskoff just chuckles.
"What's so funny?" I growl.
"Well I didn't kill him. You watched Phil do it." He says.
I shake my head.
"He may have done it, but you might-as-well have had a gun to his head."
Moskoff shakes his head.
"I'm the good guy here Y/n!" He outs his hands up in the air.
"I gave that ring to Phil to use if a Demon came after him. It's not my fault that he used it to kill your Craige rat little friend." Moskoff says in a matter-of-factly type tone.
"DON'T YOU DARE CALL HIM THAT!!!"
I again try to leap out of the chair and this time manage to knock it over.
My face collides with the floor with a loud thud.
"What a shame." I hear as that douche walks around me.
"To think that you would have made a very good Protector one day, or maybe even doctor."
Those words sting like venom to my heart.
"If only you would have stayed away from the Sky."
He places his foot onto my hip and pushes me so I fall onto my side.
Moskoff then leans down so his face is right in front of mine.
I can feel drops of blood dripping from my nose.
"Now you've brought other people into the cross fire." He says and stands back up.
"Hey!" I yell to him as he walks over to my cell door.
He then opens it and walks out.
"I'll be seeing you tomorrow at eight for the execution of all the people you've ever loved."
My eyes widen as he closes the cell door and walks away.
"HEY!" I scream.
"COME BACK YOU PIECE OF SHIT!"
I kick my legs and thrash around.
"I'M NOT DONE WITH YOU!"
I hear the metal door open and close.
"MOSKOFF YOU SON OF A BITCH!!!"
The small light source outsidr my cell goes out and I can no longer see.
"MOOSSSKOOFFFFF!!!!!"