narutofoxlover:

kellyplier:

Darkiplier Broken (xReader?)

((Based on this post: https://narutofoxlover.tumblr.com/post/166394198256/i-dont-think-ill-ever-get-over-how-sad-that ))

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The sound of your breaths were the only thing you could hear, for what felt like just a moment and an eternity at the same time.

When that eternal moment ended, you saw him flicker to life behind the glass, standing in an empty void of darkness.

“Do you trust me, (Y/N)?” his deep, convoluted voice asked you, the piercing ring following his words into your ears.

You hesitated. Mark had always warned us against this– making a deal with the Dark. He’s a social manipulator, his voice reminded you in your mind. He leads you into this false sense of security, and he wants you to trust him so he can take advantage of you…

But this time seemed… different, somehow.

You swallowed, then nodded.

Once. Just this once, you’d do it.

He offered you his hand, and you took it, and then–

A rush of cold tingled down your spine and froze you still as the blackness took you in. You weren’t home anymore, that was certain. You suddenly realized just how much danger you had really put yourself in–

“(Y/N).”

You blinked. Still you could see nothing, just the void.

He appeared again to you, his shifting red and blue auras flicking as he smoothed down his suit once more.

“Are you all right, (Y/N)?”

Your voice was lost to you, but you could move again. You managed to nod in reply.

He sighed relief, and his breath was heavy in his throat.

“I… I didn’t bring you here to hurt you. I’m not here to hurt anyone…” he continued, a flash of red dancing in his seemingly once-human expression as anger bid him pause. “Except for him.”

Him. Who’s ‘him’, you wondered? Was it Mark, your beloved little Markimoo?

Dark rolled his eyes as if he’d read your thoughts and replied, exasperated at your notion. “No, not that Mark.”

You tilted your head to one side, intrigued. Why’d he say that Mark? If not your Mark, then… who?

His shape began to fizzle, and a moment of panic overcame you. You flinched and pressed your eyes closed as his red and blue halves split apart and he let out a heart-wrenching yell that suddenly told you of nothing but grief, betrayal, agony–

“I’ll tell you who.”

The words cut off the scream as if it had been nothing in the first place.

Slowly you opened your eyes again.

Where Dark had just been were now two people, a man and a woman. He looked familiar, yet at the same time, foreign– and the other… well, she was someone new entirely.

She glowed a bright, vivid red, while he emanated a soft, ghostly blue.

Who… who were these people?

The man walked closer to you, a gentle understanding in his gaze.

“It– it’s all right, (Y/N),” he assured you, and you felt totally relaxed in his presence. It was… comforting. “It’s all right. I promise.”

You let out a breath as you felt all the tension in your neck ease.

But… how did he know your name?

He came closer, nervously wringing what looked to be a short, official-looking baton in his hands.

He bowed his head slightly to you.

“My name is Damien,” he told you, finding your eyes again, then nodding to the woman behind him. “And that’s Celine. (Y/N), we’re here to tell you something very important, and we haven’t got much time to explain everything to you.”

Again, you were confused, but in this new dark setting, things oddly made sense without much thought. You nodded.

“Nobody knows our story, (Y/N). We’ve never been able to tell anyone what we’re here to tell you,” the woman called Celine said, coming forward to stand at Damien’s side. “And I know we’ve only just met, but… if you trust us, we need you to listen.”

Your eyes narrowed slightly. A story? Where did these people come from, anyway? What right did they have to ask you to trust them?

But once more, your resistance to the unknown faded into curiosity. Your voice still missing from your throat, you nodded again.

At this, they came closer one more time, and each slowly took one of your hands. Both of them were cold to your touch, but behind the cold, you began to feel a sparkle of warmth…

And then the story suddenly flooded your mind as if it were your own memory.

“My friends call me the Colonel. You’re welcome to do the same, should it please you.”

“Ah, there’s our little monster! Good to let the beast out every once in a while, eh, old friend?”

“MURDER!”

“OH MY GOD, MURDER!”

“I want you to CARE!”

“Keep your enemies close.”

“A domain of evil this is… but in we must go.”

“The body. It just f*cking disappeared!”

“All life needs a bit of madness, eh, chap?”

“Mayhaps our counting skills are not as good as we presume them to be.”

“There are dark forces surrounding this manor…”

“I can sense you play a far greater part in all this. Will you help me?”

“But– all this talk of the occult!”

“OUR FRIEND IS DEAD!”

“Did you see something? Go back! NOW!”

“I already lost one friend today… I don’t want to lose another.”

“SOMEBODY HELP ME!”

“I quit, B*TCH!”

“The detective… he’s been keeping tabs on us!”

“Madness is sleeping with your best friend’s wife!”

The sound of a gunshot pierced both your ears and your hands. Silence reigned again for a few moments, then…

“It’s not fair, is it?”

“He trapped us here, with nothing but this broken shell! He’s walking out there in MY body–”

“In the same way I brought you here, I can send you back.”

“You can’t survive on your own. You’re dead, after all.”

“You just need to let us in. This’ll work… I promise.”

You blinked your eyes back open. Your heart pounded deep within your chest.

None of that made sense to you at first… but then, suddenly, every part of it did.

It all made sense.

Opening your eyes again fully, you quickly found that Damien and Celine had disappeared. Where were they?

You stood to find them– but when you did, you realized that you were home again. What? How? You could’ve sworn you were just…

Your gaze fell back on the mirror before you, and once more, you were not the reflection looking back at you.

Dark had returned in all his flickering form. You could not hear him anymore, but still, you seemed to understand.

The agony in his scream was true.

The Mark he hated wasn’t yours.

He wasn’t evil.

He had been human once, just like you.

Damien’s phantom blue and Celine’s burning scarlet shone around Dark’s solemn figure one more time, and you recognized the pain in his eyes as one you suddenly felt akin to, right before–

CRACK-!

Your mirror shattered into a million pieces in its frame, and in it, you saw your own broken reflection.

And in that moment, you think you understood what Darkiplier really was.

A broken reflection.

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((Jesus this took a LONG time to write but I hope it was all you were hoping for))

Good lord, i was not expecting so many talented people to write stuff based off of the little idea i had. So cool! 😀