ONE-SHOTS (YouTubers x Reader)

Twist {WKM x Reader}

I smirk as Damien allows me and Celine to travel in his body. We all wake with a start, and see William. He babbles his nonsense about us not being dead, and starts shouting for me, thing I pranked them all. "(Y/n), where are you, you rapscallion!" I can't help but chuckle at his confusion. Something about this whole thing has made me go mad. A twisted being filled with rage and evil. Mark did this, and he would pay. Damien walked over to his cane, and looked at himself in the mirror. My time had come. Quickly taking over, I cracked our neck and now my face appeared in the mirror. We it's me with a slight change. My skins grey and my hairs black.

My drawing of a gender bent Darkiplier ^ sorry for the awkward angle xD

I give a laugh. "Sorry Damien, old friend. But this is your stop. Have fun in eternity with the mirror." The mirror has a light blue hue to it. I have an aura of (F/c) and red, but the red is spiking. Celine is angry with me, but I am stronger. "Don't test me, Celine. I can trap you there too." She stops. "That's what I thought." I'm getting revenge on Mark. Damien will slow me down with his diplomatic attitude, being the mayor and all. "Sorry Damien, it's nothing personal. Just a vendetta." The mirror cracks, presumably an attempt to break out. I laugh wickedly, grab Damien's cane, and leave the manor.

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My hands are folded neatly over the table as Wilford pitches his idea of yet another game show to take over to me. I'm growing irritated with every movement of his pink mustache. "Wilford! How does this help us get revenge on Mark?" Wilford shrugs. "I'm working on that part." All the others had left, as it was late, so it was just us two. Or three rather if you count the dormant Celine. I stand, moving towards him, my heels clicking on the floor. "Wilford, old friend, your work is appreciated, but you know what I'm after. If that's what your after, don't pitch me this ideas." I growl slightly. I was always easier on him compared to others. He was my friend after all. Everyone else had seen me...scary. I was the anomaly. The only female. The only non Mark replica. I broke the system if you will. I was underestimated at first, but they saw what I could do, and it wasn't pretty for them. A sudden swish of the door makes us face it. My face holds nothing but mild surprise while Wilford looks like he's seen a ghost.

"Damien. Looks like you found a way out of the mirror." I note, amusement on my face. His face is red and angry. "(Y/n)...you left me there to rot." He says. I smirk. "Well, it wasn't personal. I just needed you gone. And (Y/n)'s dead. Mark killed her a long time ago. We go by Dark now." I inform him. "I want you and my sister to separate. Now." He says through clenched teeth. "No can do. If we do that, we both die. And I've got a job to do." "D-Damien?" Wilford cuts in. Damien looks over, noticing him for the first time. "William." He says curtly. I suddenly get defensive, knowing if Wilford goes back into that hole, we won't come back. I stand in front of him. "Wilford. That's his name." I growl. Damien's attention returns to me. His face hardens again. "You left me in a mirror for years with nothing more then a broken memory. You deserve to suffer." He growls. I laugh maniacally. "You think I don't already suffer?" I say quietly. "All this time I've spent, all these sacrifices I've made, and for what?! What?!? I haven't gotten my revenge! Mark hasn't gotten what coming to him! You think I wanted to leave my closest friends broken and alone?! No, but I did what I did to do what needed to be done!" I shout at him, my (f/c) aura spiking and flashing violently.

Damien looks taken aback by my outburst. I clear my throat. "I suggest you leave Damien. I don't appreciate feeling things." I state. "I'm not going anywhere." "We're all friends here. Let's not fight. Let's just talk, get drinks, like we used to." Wilford suggest, his mind toggling between him then and him now. "We aren't friends anymore, Will. It's different now." I tell him. He looks at me. "(Y/n)-" "Don't call me that, Will! She's dead now. Mark did this! Have you forgotten what we live for?!" I scream. The room starts ringing and flashing with a slight (f/c) hue. My powers are starting to break loose. Suddenly everything flashes red as Celine tries to take some control. I put my hands in my hair, fall to my knees, and hunch over. "Stop it, stop it, stop it!" I scream. "What's happening?" I hear Damien screech. "I don't know. This is a new one." Wilford says calmly, with slight amusement in his voice. He always does this when I react differently to something like I'm an animal he takes notes on.

"Stop it, please stop it, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please stop." I whimper as Celine continues to try and break though. I've never felt so weak, so powerless, so small. "Dark, look at me." I shakily and timidly look up, red colored tears have fallen. Damien crouches in front of me. "I forgive you." He says. The ringing in the room stops, the auras recede and calm. Damien's arms fly around me. I don't react, just letting him embrace me. I'm not sure how to react anymore. "If this is what you've become, you and Will both, maybe you really protected me." I laugh humorlessly. "You always were too kind, Damien." He smiles. "Maybe it's best I stay out of your way. You have a job to do." He says. "Or you could stay, and help. If you want." I say. He smirks a little. "And take down Mark? I guess I've got time." Now I smirk. We both stand, and I smooth my blazer and pants. I clear my throat, and wipe my eyes. "I'm sorry you had to see that, Will." I start to take my leave, but turn back at the door. "Meet here tomorrow at 7:30 am. Sharp." I state business like, then leave. I've been a hollow shell for a long time, but for the first time I feel just little more like me.