Dark's wittle kitten. (Darkiplier x child!Reader)

New Kid, new problems

         I got up and walked around the living room. To be honest I still plan on killing Wilford. We still hate each other despite all odds. He hates kids like I hate green vegetables. I wish they never existed.

      Thunder struck the ground from a few miles away. The sky was pouring with rain. I just have to plan a way to kill Wil.... I'm gonna make that a book. Killing Wil. Heh... I'm so cringy.

        ??? Pov (the child above)

     I sprinted through the rainy city clutching my bag. I had a knife stuck in my leg. I jerked it out with a whine. "Shoot." I muttered. I had tears streaming down my face. I sat in my alley where the teenagers that bullied me were.  I whistled and they looked at me. I pulled a gun out of my backpack. I had wiped off the tears by now so yeah.

        They sprinted away while screaming. I sat on the ground and fixed my wound by tearing a sheet that was on my mattress and I tied it around my leg. It was really soggy though. I sprinted to the bakery and grabbed the wrapped up bread they left for me. I ate it slowly and saved half of it for tommarow. I shoved it into my backpack.

        I continued to walk around. I found a nice mansion. Damn rich people. I walked into it and wondered to a weird pink room. I saw a gun made of gold. I feel like I should steal it I grabbed it but an alarm went off. I jumped and hid in a vent after I tossed it onto the bed.

        I saw a man with a pink mustache walk in. "Out of the vent." He said. "Not over my dead body!" I shouted as I crawled through the vent. He began shooting the vent and it hit my leg. "$h!ť!" I shouted. He cut grabbed my arm and dragged me out of the vent. I kept the tears from streaming down my face. I grabbed my homemade gun from my pocket. It  could shoot 4 bullets at once in different directions to insure a direct hit.

       "I-I'll shoot!" I said firmly. He looked at me and tilted his head slightly. "Why do you have dirt all over you" He asked. "None of your business." I said with a scowl. "Let me go." I added.  "Not until we get that bullet put of your leg." He said. I shook my head. "It'll be fine. I'll fix it." I said as I forced him to drop me. I scurried to my bag and grabbed tweezers and a first aid kit.

       I tied a rope tightly around the shot leg and I dug around the wound with my tweezers. I got the bullet out then I used alcohol and shut my eyes tightly as I cleaned it. I kept myself from reacting to the pain. I finally wrapped it up then I untied the rope from my leg letting my blood circulate through it.

       "I'm Max." I said.

                $Wilford's POV $
      "I'm Max." the girl said. "I'm Wilford." I replied. I noticed that I've never seen her gun in my entire life. "Where'd you get that?" I asked. "Oh, I made it. Weapons are too expensive so I got to junk yards and scavenge for metal and other interesting items." She said as she pulled a journal out of her pocket and she scribbled something down. I looked at it and saw it was blueprints. "I've been working on this for months." She said as she continued to search for some new thing she could add to help with accuracy.

        She thought for a minute and adjusted her sketch to make the gun easier to hold and carry. She closed the journal and put it back in her bag. "Where do you live?" I asked.

     "Where ever I want." She said.

     I tilted my head slightly confused.

"Allies, abandoned amusement parks, some random Joe's shed, a tree house anywhere." She said

"What about your parents?" I asked.

"Well, my mom is very sick and my big sister is taking care of her... but we are still too young to purchase the proper hospitality." She said.