Mini Stories

A plan

Prompt: None. I'm fulfilling my title as angst king. And no, this is not all the angst I can do. It's just a bit of it.

Warnings: character death, implied torture (brief), lots of angst

Note: if there are any spelling mistakes please excuse them it's late and I'm hella tired rn

Ship: implied Darkiplier x DA reader

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Dark sighed quietly, swirling the glass of wine in his hand. He glanced at the work on his desk but found that, no matter what, he couldn't focus on it. Perhaps it was because today marked the day he'd lost everything. He frowned softly, hand growing still.

His mind began to remind him of what happened yet he couldn't push the memories back. Instead, Dark relaxed into his office chair and let his mind recount the events.

Dark cracked his neck, the glass shattering as he did. He held his eyes shut for a moment, knowing exactly what he'd just done. It's to protect them. His eyes opened and he stared at the mirror, not caring to try and focus his eyes on his reflection. Instead, he stared past it at the determined look of his old friend.

They didn't realize it. Didn't realize he'd just stolen their body. He lingered for a moment before snarling as he spun, storming away from the mirror. Dark could faintly hear his friend's voice, demanding he return. Could hear them yelling his old name. But he trudged further into the manor. He did this to protect them. Right?

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Dark tensed as he saw his old friend. He hadn't expected to see them after all these years. How did they escape the mirror? Why are they hanging around Mark? Do they even remember him? He snapped out of his momentary daze, continuing his speech.

He could feel their eyes boring holes into him the whole time. He'd occasionally have to take a moment so he wouldn't lunge at them and gather them into his arms. Dark wanted nothing more than to have them remember him. To have them back by his side except this time, as allies and not mayor and district attorney. Oh how he wanted to tell them what he couldn't so long ago.

When he sent them back, Dark was left with a feeling of emptiness in his chest. It weighed heavy on him and made him choke up. Did they remember him? If they did why didn't they say anything? Could they...? Or did the manor steal that ability from them.

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The fear in their eyes as he yelled made his heart twist in agony. He didn't want to scare them but he feared they were under Actor's control. He had to try and break the possible control any way he could think of. Sadly, tricking them and yelling were ways he thought he could help.

Yet when they turned tail and managed to run out of his personal pocket in the void, he didn't run after them. Dark instead stayed back and scolded himself. How could he be such a fool?!

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His heart raced, staring with an unreadable expression at the Android. He gave a soft nod and exited his room, Google following suit. "Thank you. I will handle them. Make sure we are not interrupted."

Dark had to hesitate before entering the living room. When he did, they were sitting there. They looked different but they were his old friend. He cleared his throat, walking over. "How did you find the manor?" He asked. Internally he scolded himself for asking such a stupid question.

They stood up from the couch, silently walking over. Their footsteps made not a sound against the wood, as if they were featherlight. They stopped right in front of him, staring at him with eyes that held no emotion.