Misjudged: One-shots (sequel)

Don't Mess with Dark's Sweets

Dark was not having it today.

Nuh-uh. No way. 

First Anti came over this morning with his new 'twin buddy' Septic. Septic, being the weird pervert he is, tried coming onto Dark causing Anti to scold him and take him home after he got way inside his personal bubble for the millionth time.

Then he found Wilford trying to give Eric shooting lessons in trying to get him to shoot one of King's squirrels. That was a mess all on its own in trying to calm down both Eric and King.

Then Dark caught Bing trying to get Google to spy in on some girls in a dressing room. Bing had evidently installed some small cameras in it a while ago. Dark had to get Yandere's help in shutting down the cameras.

But that wasn't all this day. His chocolate was missing. His special dark chocolate. And now he was trying to figure out who in the hell would have stolen it.

Everyone in the house preferred milk chocolate to his knowledge so he suspected that they stole it to irritate him. And he was well beyond irritated.

The first suspect, of course, was the candy lover himself Wilford Warfstache and Dark stormed to his door, auras on fire.

When Wilford answered the door, he was quite surprised to see Dark's eyes light up red and he himself was even a bit fearful, "Well hey there Darky buddy. What's uh. . . what's wrong old pal?"

"Did you or did you not steal my fucking chocolate, Wil?" he was quite blunt.

Wil made a disgusted face, "Now why in the blazes would I steal YOUR chocolate? That icky bitter-sweet stuff has no chance against the delectable milky chocolate!"

Dark calmed, knowing that Wil only ever told him the truth. He couldn't lie very well, "Do you know who did?"

Wil thought about it, "Hm. No can't say I do." he grinned.

Dark turned to walk away but Wilford stopped him, "Oh hey! Did ya hear that the Septic egos adopted a little kitten yesterday!? Can we get a pet, Darky?! Oh can we please!?"

"No"

Leaving without another word, Dark wandered off in search of the fiend who dared to steal his chocolate.

It was like an addiction to him. While most people coped with cigarettes, drugs or alcohol, Dark coped with sweets. Mainly his dark chocolate. And stealing it from him was a horrid crime even worse than torture. He needed it so bad, he could kill for it. Almost.

He asked almost everyone in the house but no one stole it, they've said and he believed them.

He was now sitting gloomily in the living room, rage forgotten and replaced with ridiculous sorrow. He knew it was stupid to be sad over sweets but he couldn't help it. It was one of the things he loved most.

Dark sighed loudly, "I guess I'll just have to go out and buy more. Or maybe I could get Mark to grab me some at the store?"

He really didn't want to go out anywhere, he was so depressed.

Dialing up Mark's number, he waited as he heard the ring and then his voice, "Hey Dark! What's up?"

Dark groaned a little, "Somebody stole my chocolate. You going to store any time soon?"

He could hear Mark groan on the other side, "Dark" he whined, "It's just chocolate, man"

"I need it, Mark"

"Geez, you freaking addict. Why can't you get it yourself?"

"I don't want to go anywhere. Please?"