The Human Race | Darkiplier X Reader

| SEVENTY-FIVE |

Y/n's POV

People scream and run for their lives while Protectors stand around not knowing what to do. I take a u-turn and b-line for the nearest group of Protectors.

"COME WITH US! YOU'RE FREE FROM MOSKOFF!" I shout. They all just stare with bewilderment. "USE YOUR WEAPONS FOR GOOD AND HELP LEAD PEOPLE TO SAFETY!!" They hesitate before snapping out of it and running to aid trampled people and those hiding in fear.

I run towards the stage area only to stop dead in my trail. Sadness comes over me as I see all the dead bodies. Without a second thought, I pull myself onto the stage and reach up to take Bob down. I would love it if chest compressions would work, but they've been not breathing for so long that it's too late. As I pull down Bob someone calls out to me.

"What the hell are you doing?!" A woman asks. "I want him to be buried next to his wife." I tell her. "I want them all to have a proper burial." The woman smiles sadly. "Let me help." She says and joins me up on the stage. She walks over and helps me untie the knot and ease Bob on the ground.

Before I know it, about ten people are helping me. Two other people assist me in taking Bob off the stage and lying him next to his wife. It's hard to not cry at the sight. I mean, it was my fault that they died. We repeat the process with everyone else. We take down Wade, then Hannah, then Mei, and finally we pick my Mom up from her chair. As we lay them all next to one another, a cloud of black smoke engulfs us. Once it clears there stands Dark with Mark by his side. Mark's eyes are red from all the crying he was more than likely doing. I walk over and put my hand on his back as he stares down as his own mother's corpse. Even Dark looks sad. I place my other hand on his lower back as well. We all stare down at those who we once laughed with loved. It was hard to believe that these people had once been breathing and talking. Tears run own my face and I'm quick to wipe them away.

"I brought this."

Dark holds up two buckets of dirt that have seemingly come out of nowhere. I smile at him and take one of the buckets. I begin to pour it over Bob and Mandy's bodies. Once they're fully covered, others join in. Bucket after bucket; we pour and pour until just two are left. Molly had been brought back as we buried Wade. We gave her a few minutes of silence to hug, kiss, and hold her husband for the last time. It was probably the saddest thing I've ever had to witness. Now it was time for my Mom.

"I love you Mommy." I whisper with tears cascading down my cheeks. Finally i begin the process and pour on the first bucket. After I do so the rest kinda help. They try to let me do it on my own, but I end up asking them to help. Last, but not least, was Mei.
"May I?" Mark asks. He hadn't helped the whole time. That's when everyone steps back. We watch quietly as Mark slowly walks forward with a bucket in tow. "I will always miss you Mom." He says and pours on a little dirt. We all leave him be as he cries and covers Mei in dirt. When he's done I walk over and give him a large hug. "Everything is gonna be okay. Let me wipe those tears. Mei would want you and Dark to help bring people up to The Sky. I wipe away a few of Mark's tears. He smiles sadly at me. "Thank you so much Y/n." He says. I embrace him in a tight hug. "No problem. I love you Mark." I say, my tears drenching his shoulder and his mine. "I love you too. I don't know what I'd do if you would have been up there with them." We pull away from each other. "I'll never leave you Mark; I promise." He smiles and wipes away the rest of his tears. I step away from him just as a Protector walks up to us. Behind him I can see the faint outline of a woman. "Where are we taking people in need of medical attention?" He steps to the side and there stands someone who I wasn't expecting. "Mila! What happened?!" She's covered in bruises and cuts. Her right eye is black and there's a large purple bump on her forehead. "They no liked when stood up." She tells me. I put my hand on her upper arm as I look around me. "Dark!" I yell. He looks back with concern. "Can you take care of those in need of medical assistance?" I ask. He nods. I turn back to the Protector. "Take all the injured over to Dark. He can and will heal them." He hesitates. "I know no one really trusts me or the fucking Demons walking around, but you have to. We came here, risked our lives, and save people we loved die just to save everyone here." I point to Dark and look at Mila. "Now move!" The Protector nods and rushes Mila over to Dark. "You're really good at leading. I think that this may just be your calling." I jump at the sound of the slightly glitchy voice. "You scared the Hell out of me Anti!" I say with my hand over my heart and laughing. "So are you going to try leading after the war?" He asks me. I laugh and shake my head. "I could never lead the entire damn world. I have no idea how Lucifer does it honestly." I say. Anti opens his mouth to say something else when I feel a tap on my shoulder. Behind me stands a woman who looks familiar. She's short and has short puffed out, curly hair. Her dark skin is covered in beads of sweat that drench her shirt. "We need help over here!" Even her voice sounds familiar. Anti and I look at one another before nodding. 

"Lead the way."