Chapter Text
It was a cold winter day.
The sun barely shone through the evening clouds.
Snow was flaking down and painted the scene of a dreamy winter forest. Only the forest being a small town. The trees replaced by the houses, the leaves coated ground by hard concrete.
Heavy foot steps echoed through the empty streets as a man made his way through the thick layer of frozen water. Well, since this person was outside, the streets weren't that empty anymore.
But the atmosphere.
It was deadly. Dangerous. Blood freezing cold.
The grey sky above the city, the heavy clouds, slowly making their way towards east, the white snow falling down as if it was dancing in the air.
Everything was so beautiful but abstract at the same time.
The man walked further down the streets, water running down his hand, dripping into the snow beneath him.
But it wasn't water.
It was blood.
It coloured the innocent white in a deep crimson red.
The thick liquid slowly, ever so slowly, dripping down his hand.
A smile was plaster onto his face.
-No.
-Wait.
It was a grin.
A malicious grin plastered onto his face and a psychotic gleam laid in his eyes, behind those magenta tinned glasses.
His lips had streaks of blue due to the cold.
His pupils big and bright, taking in everything they could.
His hands twitched on his sides, fingertips blue.
This man wore for that weather a carmine red turtle neck with a matching carmine red suit.
"It was a mistake to mess with me. You should have let me do as I please.", he muttered through gritted teeth.
Soon the contour of the manor came into view and his lips parted into a wide grin again, his pace taking up speed.
Minutes later, a loud banging echoed through the foyer of the manor. King jumped off the couch in the living room and sprinted off towards the front door.
"Coming!", he screamed as he was almost there.
King came to a stop and swung the door wide open. He had a bright smile on his face and wanted to greet the man, but was cut short.
The unfamiliar ego launched himself on King, strangling him.
King's eyes widened in shock and fear, the sudden action taking him by surprise. He tried gasping for air, pushing the man off him, but to no avail. Seconds later, King laid unconscious on the ground.
But he wouldn't stop there.
He wanted more. More power.
He wanted revenge.
The suited man stood up, stepping over the dead body of the once so energetically ego.
"King? What takes you so long?", a mechanical voice called out to the ego.
He didn't get an answer.
"King?", he called again.
Footsteps echoed through the hall and everything seemed to stand still.
He arrived at the living room filled with all the different characters.
Bim Trimmer.
Dr. Iplier.
The Host.
Eric Derekson.
Yandereplier.
Ed Edgar.
Googleplier.
Wilford Warfstache.
And of course, last but not least,
Darkiplier.
"Hello!", the stranger chuckled and smiled at the group.
Every ego froze in their motion and looked at him. They didn't know why, but this man, this ego, had an weird aura around him.
A heavy silence fell into the room until a low growl emitted from the deeps of Darkiplier's throat.
"What do you want, Actor."
Said man directed his glance at the dark entity, his insanity flashing in his eyes for a fraction of a moment.
"Oh, me?", he pointed at himself, a played confused look on his face, "I just came by to say hello to my good friends!"
"LIES!", Dark's voice boomed, "Tell me, what do you want."
"I want revenge.", he said, his voice suddenly cold as ice.
"I told you already that what you did was more than wrong." Dark walked through the room to face the intruder.
"And you shouldn't have been messing with me." He looked passed Dark to the others.
"Because your beloved family is going to take the consequences."
He looked back at Darkiplier, his blood dripping hand twitched at his side just as his right eye.
Suddenly, a loud thunder boomed over their heads and the lights went out. Another boom and a lightning strike followed. The next moment, the white snow flaking down changed into droplets of red water, the snow on the streets dyed a lovely red.
"The water was pouring down, as if out of buckets. They would be buried in a watery grave. They would suffer. And suffer. And suffer.
And just when they thought they couldn't suffer more; fate learned to be even more cruel.", he said, as if narrating a story.
"D-dark? W-what is hap- happening?", Eric asked and twisted his handkerchief painfully tight around his hand, on the edge of an anxiety attack.
But he was ignored. Dark looked deep into the eyes of the man facing him, into his very soul. He saw the evil. The good. The insanity. The fear.
"Take this to a stop now, Actor.", Darkiplier growled, aura flashing out into every direction.
"-And the red water hit the ground; again. And again. And again.
But it wasn't water.
It was blood.
Blood rained down from the sky, Painting the facility a crimson red. They panic. They fear. They are helpless."
"STOP THIS MADNESS THIS INSTANT!", Dark screamed.
He bared this teeth and tried to get a hold of him, but he dodged and made his way to the other end of the room. There where Eric was.
"You all shall suffer! You all shall fear! Look what you have brought upon yourselves."
He grabbed the young man with the handkerchief by the hair and made him face the rest of the group, the never ending flods of blood trailing down Eric's hair onto his head.
"D-dad.", Eric sobbed out and locked eyes with Dark.
That word triggered something in Dark and his mind had nothing but Eric on it.
That was when he snapped.
"Who, in this meaningless world, do you think you are?", Dark asked dangerously calm.
That wicked grin of his formed itself on his face again. Without missing a beat he said:
"All know me as 'Actor!Mark or 'Actor'.", he spit out, "But you. You all shall know and call me..."
He took a long pause and looked every individual in the eyes.
"Narrator."
With that, he yanked on Eric's hair and made him stand up, dragging him along as he disappeared behind the corner.
"DAD!", was the last thing that echoed through the room, Eric's terrified face burned into Dark's mind.