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//i’m really sorry guys

//i have a ton of drafts and i really want to work on them

//and dark just kinda left my head

//i’m sorry

#//i feel like i failed you guys #||a new voice: ooc/mun||

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He watched her, and he noticed that her ears, her odd cat ears, seemed to twitch and flick at every sound. It was strange for him - most dark sides didn’t have the specific type of animal marks the way she did. He knew one that had ram horns, but didn’t have hooves or other features. Some had very subtle features, like his own eye markings, and then there were others who straight-up had scales, or feathers, or fur. Generally, they were mismatched, not like her ears and tail.

“It happened. It’s just a part of my history now, not something I can change. Please, don’t apologize, you couldn’t do anything about it anyways,” he said, rolling up his sleeves. His voice was flat. He didn’t like talking about that part of his life, but he just wanted to reassure her that he wouldn’t hurt her.

Her flinch made his heart drop slightly. She didn’t trust him, he understood that, but it did hurt a little. He wanted her to trust him, for more than just his own personal gains. He couldn’t help it. He didn’t like being disliked, as much as he hurt other people, manipulated them... it was very strange, indeed.

Dark waited for her, leaning against a wall.

💀 // curiosity killed the cat ;)

The other was getting hysterical… he’d been begging for mercy for about an hour, at this point, chained to a wall, and Dark was getting tired of this particular round of torture. He wanted a fight, not instant submission. He approached, black eyes half-lidded, and lunged forwards, clamping his teeth around the man’s throat.

The scream of terror was abruptly cut off. 

Dark spat out the chunk of trachea, wiping the blood from his mouth as his eyes changed back slowly. That was satisfying. His eyes glanced up to the door, where he saw a new figure. He smiled awkwardly.

“Hi? Could I, uh, could I help you? Who…?”

#||as usual: ic|| #||do i know you?: oc|| #||the dark side: darkiplier|| #||verse: free at last||

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Dark looked down from the window when she spoke, thinking of how to respond. The light from outside was casting shadows on his face, half of his face unseen. It was something he was used to. Hiding half of one’s face seemed to be a good intimidation tactic, but there was a point that he just stopped doing it on purpose and just did it naturally.

“I can try. For now, you need to rest. Your injuries aren’t just going to heal themselves,” he said, gently stroking her head. 

He sighed, letting out a breath through his nose. This was going to be a long night. He was going to stay awake and watch over her, in case the gang somehow managed to track them down. It was unlikely, but there was still a possibility of it happening, even if there wasn't a high chance. 

#||as usual: ic|| #||verse: the deal|| #||do i know you?: oc|| #||the dark side: darkiplier||

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“A stalemate,” he said, nodding slightly. “Well, I did smell alcohol on you when we first met... how does a bar sound?”

She was more and more of a surprise as time went on. He honestly wasn’t expecting her to grab her hand like that, and it was a new experience for him. Most people didn’t want to come into contact with him, which he thought was understandable.

“I’ll make sure you don’t get drunk, if that’s what you choose.”

Die Stadt

#||as usual: ic|| #||verse: free at last|| #||do i know you?: oc|| #||the dark side: darkiplier||

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“And yet you do the same - you enter without invitation, and demand explanation,” he pointed out, cocking his head. He took a couple steps forward, and folded his arms behind his back. 

“So, you tell me. Who’s the hypocrite here?” 

He let out a low chuckle, but there was no humor in his eyes.

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Dark was honestly having a wonderful time - his current victim had been difficult to crack for a while, as she had such a strong will, but she broke, eventually. They all did.

He had been meaning to practice with a knife more often, since he usually preferred to do it with his hands or teeth. It had been a while since he tested his set of knives… they had served their purpose well, and now his victim was bleeding out against the concrete wall. Dark was washing his hands at the sink, scrubbing under his nails while the other let out her dying gasps.

A sound at the door alerted him to the arrival of someone new. He looked up at the newcomer, glanced at the dying woman on the other side of the room, then back at the newcomer.

“I can explain.”

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“I hope you’re right,” he said. “I don’t want them to come looking. You know I’d have to kill them, right? I’m not exactly the easiest to disguise, when it comes to that kind of thing, and if they know about this set up, then they definitely know about me.”

He followed the other, slowly at first, then picking up speed to match him. His expression was still sort of flat, like he didn’t want to feel anything. He didn’t. That night was just far too violent, even for him.

“Well, if that isn’t suspicious,” Dark grumbled, half to himself. “I still feel like you’re going to drive off the instant we get in. Oh well.”

The van was very spacious, and Dark looked around, examining everything closely. The TVs had a ton of dots over the building he left, and his heart dropped slightly. Those were his comrades in there, so many of them dead already. The weapons he enjoyed, even focusing on the rapier for a moment. It seemed a little too bright.

“Well,” he started, jumping onto the back, “If we’re going to be spending time together, we should at least know each other’s names. I’m Dark.”

He held out his hand.

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He had pressed the taller man against the wall of the alley, Dark’s forearm crushing his throat in pure rage. He had never thought that someone he let into his life would utterly betray him like this. Dark withdrew only slightly, scrabbling for his knife, and pressed it against the other’s throat, his eyes turning black. 

“Why should I let you live?” He snarled, shadows rearing above his head. The other was trembling, practically reeking of fear.

“I trusted you, I treated you like a brother,” Dark continued. “You were one of us, dammit! We all believed you, and you did this… why?!” 

He pounded the wall with his empty fist, fractures appearing in the concrete. His heart was full of rage and betrayal. Dark’s next move was to slit the man’s throat, backing away and letting him drop to the ground, watching in contempt as the traitor gagged and choked on his own blood. He started to walk to the entrance of the alley, his heart heavy. Too many of his associates had died that night.

A figure blocked his path, and Dark looked up slightly, his eyes still black and his expression sad and hollow.

“I recommend letting me through.”

#||as usual: ic|| #||do i know you?: oc|| #||verse: free at last|| #||the dark side: darkiplier||

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That was a lot to take in. Mark just stood there for a second, trying to process what the other told him, and it just left him with more questions. 

“If he was a friend, why did you kill him, or why did he kill your friend? I understand all the rest, kinda, but that just sticks out as weird to me,” he asked, trying to explain why he was asking. 

He was worried that if he asked too many questions, the other might get angry with him. He just didn’t understand why he couldn’t remember anything... like this other person who had supposedly taken over his body, or what happened while he was dormant. He remembered how to talk, and basic things, but he didn’t know anything about himself.

“Um... yeah, that does sound good,” Mark said with a nod, smiling a little. He wiped some of the blood off onto his pants before accepting the other’s hand.

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Dark had one hand wrapped around the man’s throat, another reaching back to his hip to grab a knife. The other let out a quiet yelp as the blade was plunged into his chest, Dark’s eyes changing to solid black when the man let out a screech. He smiled, then repeated the movement.

Blood had splattered all over his suit, and he sighed, knowing that he’d need to pick up another one soon. Dark stood, wiping his hands on his already messy coat. That’s when the door opened.

He was left staring at the newcomer, then smiled nervously after a second, tucking the knife behind his back.

“Hello. Who might you be? I’ll pay you fifty dollars right now to walk away from this and never say a thing.”

#||as usual: ic|| #||verse: free at last|| #||the host: markiplier||

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If you were dying, if you were murdered, in the very last seconds, what would you say?

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//drafts have been worked on, i am going to bed

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//alright

//i probably should have done this sooner, but i have all my responses in my drafts to work on

//if you need me, just pop a message over

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//need sleep

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Mark’s hands were shaking violently as he accepted the other's hand. When he stood and looked around, he was confronted with only the sight of more blood, and his stomach flipped. It occurred to him that there was a metallic taste in his mouth. When he brought his hand to his lips, it came away even bloodier than before, his eyes widening. He immediately rushed to the side of a building, and heaved the contents of his stomach on the concrete.

“That’s one hell of a papercut,” he commented, wiping his mouth on his sleeve and straightening up. “Are you going to tell me what really happened? And who’s this friend?”

He ran a hand through his hair, and looked at the ground, closing his eyes for an instant. Mark. That sounded about right. A tiny voice in the back of his mind agreed with it, anyways. But who was he? He didn’t even know… how unfortunate.

“I don’t really remember anything, just blackness and waking up here,” Mark answered, his voice hesitant. “I don’t like blood. I know that much from before today, and… I don’t have anyone. Is that true? No one cares… ?”

His voice had grown softer at the end of the sentence, and he looked up at the other, his eyebrows furrowed.

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Dark had one hand wrapped around the man’s throat, another reaching back to his hip to grab a knife. The other let out a quiet yelp as the blade was plunged into his chest, Dark’s eyes changing to solid black when the man let out a screech. He smiled, then repeated the movement.

Blood had splattered all over his suit, and he sighed, knowing that he’d need to pick up another one soon. Dark stood, wiping his hands on his already messy coat. That’s when the door opened.

He was left staring at the newcomer, then smiled nervously after a second, tucking the knife behind his back.

“Hello. Who might you be? I’ll pay you fifty dollars right now to walk away from this and never say a thing.”

#||verse: free at last|| #||as usual: ic|| #||the host: markiplier||

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Mark made eye contact with Dark and his eyes widened. "You can't be here." He said, sounding a bit scared. "You are supposed to be here. This doesn't make sense, how can you be here?" He slowly began to back away, his eyes glued on Dark. (Hellx-darkness-my-xld-friend)

“And yet,” Dark raised his arms, smiling slightly. “Here I am. Miss me?”

With each step the other took back, he took one forwards, keeping the distance between them the same, no matter what. His suit was carefully fixed, each wrinkle in the fabric carefully planned.

“Tell me, how long are you going to wait to tell them? They deserve to know.”

@hellx-darkness-my-xld-friend

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For the icon game. Your secret lover just fell off of a huge building after doing it with someone else in Vegas.

“That’s problematic.”

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