The Thrill of Control (Darkiplier x reader)
Before him, I used to love being afraid. I wasn't your average girl; I played the most terrifying games, read the most riveting thrillers, and watched every horror film I could get my hands on. I was in love with the sheer exhilaration that fear afforded me; when I was afraid, I was alive. Of course, that's an easy hobby to have when you get your thrills from watching it happen to someone else. It was all fun and games when I was the one turning the pages, manipulating the controls, sitting at home wrapped in a blanket in front of a T.V. screen as I lived a nightmare vicariously through the characters. Being scared was fun because I knew none of it was real. There was a clear line between fantasy and reality. Turn off the T.V., close the book, quit the game, and I was in control again. I was safe, like always. I could walk away, laughing and alive. I used to love being afraid...
Until it wasn't a game anymore.
My name is Jericho Andromeda Winters, and this is my story.
