(FINISHED!!)
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You just managed to get out of a very abusive and toxic relationship. Because you lived together with your former boyfriend, you now have no place to stay. Luckily your best friend Markiplier helps you out and lets you move into his house with him.
Hoewever, Mark has kept a 'little' secret from you: his alter egos, that you only knew from his YouTube videos, are actually real - and some even live with him.
As the big day arrived and you settled into Marks house, it didn't take long before you met them: Wilford Warfstache, Googleiplier, Dr.Iplier, etc... But one in particular stood out - Darkiplier. His piercing gaze followed you, cold yet mesmerizing. At first, he seemed emotionless and withdrawn, but there was an unsettling allure about him that captivated you.
Despite his reputation for being eerie and manipulative, you couldn't shake the feeling of fascination and even attraction. The more time you spend with him, the more you found yourself being under a spell of his dark yet sophisticated and charming presence, standing on the edge of an abyss, unsure if you should step back or dive in deeper...
{COMPLETED}
This is my first story, so only constructive criticism, please. Also, there's no smut. Sorry not sorry. I ain't writing that shit. Also also, there's probably gonna be some gore, but that's to be expected. I'll keep the character pretty gender neutral, but I'm personally a demigirl so forgive me if the character seems a bit feminine at times.
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You're a pretty average person. Your parents are divorced, but that's not really unique. You're kinda pessimistic, some venture to call you "depressed" or "emo", but everybody goes through that phase.
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"Can't you just leave me alone for one night?" I snap. His laughs only fuel my rage.
"I'm here to help you - Can't you see that?" he soothes. I just glare at him.
"Yeah, making me kill a guy and driving me insane is real 'helpful'. Thanks."
The demon shakes his head. "You don't understand, yet. I'm freeing you from the prison that is your conscience."
"No, thanks. I like not being a sociopath."
"Do you?"