What happened next was a bit of a blur. A dark blur. I was swept into the room on pure temptation. A sweet siren's melody. It was dark, really, dark. I had never like the darkness, though I grew to be so fond of it in my past. Anything could be in there, anything at all...
After Darks arrival into the room, there was the crumble of thunder as the door slammed closed, completely encasing the Male in the darkness. Desperate to see anything, the gray skinned males aura came to light, fluctuating in the red and blue hue. He could see...sorta. the room is cold and the atmosphere was beyond unsettling. There was a reason that Dark had never returned to the sepcticeye residence, and now? He was facing the consequences of his actions. He felt something brush up against his back. It was cold, so cold. Dark turned around, but was again greeted by the dark. He felt something push against his back again, this time, forcefully. He tumbled forward and groaned as he came in contact with...the flooring was bumpy and cold, so, very cold.
The Male strived to stand, but the clashing of metal against metal startled him back to the ground. He pressed his back against..something..it wasnt full, and it, like the ground, was bumpy, inconsistent, chilly. It only took Dark a second more to realize that this was a trap, and he had fallen right into it.
When the lights flipped on in the room after long in the darkness, the lights seemed dim but blinding. He was cold, so very cold. He looked around the room and saw no one...it was a room, perhaps once a full bedroom, but it now consisted of a table against the left wall, a large bed and nightstand against the right wall, and the cage, directly in the center of the back wall. Dark strained to look over at the table. There were metallic, shiny things...needles, empty and full, knifes of all types, files containing what an optimist would say was "red wine and corn starch". Dark feared otherwise...
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I blinked a few times and tilted my head to the side. Erik was now in the background, idily checking his phone's emails and messages. The strange man snapped his fingers to gain my attention back.
"Y/n"
He remarked then sighed. Perhaps it was too much to ask a child to relive what could potentially be nothing but their entire life of pain. They seemed young, young enough that maybe what they retained would be..
The strange doctor got up and went over to the desk. He opened a drawer and browsed through it before pulling out a beige spicket. The child froze and stared at the bottle, no longer paying attention as the doctor pulled out more objects. He returned and presented to the child a brown bottle, an orange bottle with a white cap and writing in black ink, and the most peculiar item. He rested the odd item in his lap. What it was, y/n couldnt tell. It was wrapped in a, slightly damp, white towel/washcloth. He held up the bottle and shook it. It sounded like a maraca.
"Does this remind you of anythin?"
He questioned, rotating the bottle so that y/n could get a good look. The child was...hesitant to look back..they didnt remember right off of their head..but...they closed their eyes and thought...they saw those in a storage area most often, but they were always out of reach. If mom ever complained about pain, she'd open one and take what was in it. Those odd red, blue and white things. The kid nodded. The doctor seemed be concerned, but hid it behind a slight smile.
"Okay, what 'bout vhis?"
Next, he held up the sweet, yet sour smelling spicket. The child cringed and whimpered, covering their eyes with their hands. That was answer enough for Schneep. He sighed and picked up the object hidden under the towels.
"Only one more, I promise"
He whispered them pulled down the towel. It was a knife...he gripped the handle and watched their expression.
The child peaked through their fingers but calmed down a little. Isnt that what Uncle Wilford and Dark used to spread butter?
Henrik was relieved that they seemed to be okay with that.
Alchohol and drugs? Poor thing had to deal with wasted parents...
Poor thing
//I have a desire to write again.
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"Curiouser yet Curiouser" DarkxChild!Reader
FanfictionIt's only been a few days since y/n was dumped on the streets and left for dead. Fortunately unfortunately, while y/n stumbled about the streets, they ran into a tall, dark haired man, who seemed curious in them. When the strange man asks them if th...
