ONE-SHOTS (YouTubers x Reader)

The Snap {Ipliers x Reader}

(Y/n) P.O.V.

I wake up next to my boyfriend of two years, Dark, my head on his chest. "Good morning, love." He says as he stirs awake. I smile. "Good morning. I was thinking of making breakfast for everyone today. Whaddaya think?" He smiles too now. It's the small little smile that's just for me. And I love it. "Sounds perfect." I start to get up to go make food. "Put some pants on first." He protests. "Shorts are pants." They weren't even booty shorts, but Dark could get so possessive sometimes. He wasn't controlling about it though, so I found it endearing. "Maybe, but nobody else needs to see what belongs to me." He speaks huskily with a smirk. I roll my eyes, but change into sweatpants. "Just for that, you have to help me cook." I say, dragging him out of bed.

~~~~~

I served the pancakes I made, with a tiny bit of help from Dark on account of him fighting with Wilford, as I listened to my surrounding sounds. It was the basically same as everyday. But it was my home and family, and I loved it. The Jims were talking about god knows what, Google trying his hardest to not destroy Bing, Dark and Wilford fighting in a brotherly manner, Dr. Iplier lecturing King on why he can't bring squirrels to the table, and The Host narrating the scene. "(Y/n) served The Host pancakes with a smile on her face. She's in a particularly good, happy by the people around her. However, that mood is about to ruined by the snap." I look at The Host. "Wh-What are you talking about?" I ask. His response is, "The Host is the first to turn to dust." And before my eyes The Host fades away. "Guys!" I turn back to see them breaking down one by one. "Oh god!" I watch in horror as Google turns, saying something about a glitch, and then Dr Iplier, the the Jims and so forth. I run over to where Dark and Wilford are. Wilford looks on helplessly, not bearing to lose people again. I grab onto Dark. "Don't leave me, please, don't leave me!" I beg. He holds me tight, not giving a response.

Third Person P.O.V.

It ended up being Dark, Wilford, and (Y/n) in the kitchen. "D-Dark, I'm scared." She mumbled. He looked at her, the fear in her eyes, and felt his heart shatter as he realized why. Slowly, she was breaking down too. "N-No, please." He whispered, holding onto her tighter. Not wanting to make things harder for her, he tried to comfort her, despite his own fear and sadness. "I love you (Y/n). It'll be okay, it's okay." She falls to her knees, weakened. "I love you Dark." And then she was dust in his arms. He looked at where she once stood, unblinking, and crying. He waited, wanting to be gone, wanting to turn to dust, but it never came. Was it some kind of sick joke? He thought. Wilford fell beside him. "It's only us, now." He said, his voice cracking. Dark just stared, not bearing to lose the girl he loved.