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Knock!
Knock!
Knock!
Darkiplier looked up from his book, his eyes zeroing in on the front door of his isolated cabin. His eyes narrowed. Who the hell could possibly be out here? Not only was he in a cabin in the middle of the woods, but the cabin also happened to be in a different dimension. There was no way he imagined the knocking on the door either. Whoever was out there, it sure as hell wasn’t a pizza delivery guy.
He slowly rose from his chair, red and blue glitching erratically as he tried to think of the best course of action. His instincts told him to appear outside and take care of whoever it was, but he held back. On the off chance the person knocking on his door was harmless he didn’t want to accidentally kill them.
Despite being a Dark being, he wasn’t a monster. He didn’t enjoy killing innocent people, but when it became necessary for the sake of revenge or convenience he was never one to argue.
He strode over to the door and sharply demanded, “Who’s there?”
There was no answer. His frown deepened when he realized he’d have to open it to figure out who was outside. He wasn’t scared of whoever it was, but he was annoyed that they interrupted him in the middle of his book, and just when he was getting to the good part too.
He opened the door, prepared to either kill or scare the hell out of whoever was on the other side.
…
What.
The.
Fuck?
What Dark saw on the doorstep froze him in place. He wasn’t sure he was even processing the sight correctly, because surely there couldn’t have been a fucking child on his doorstep.
Said child was shivering violently, his lips blue and his eyes strangely dark. A sense of sympathy flooded over him, the glitching colors of his ego going a soft blue, “Are you alright?”
He looked terrified out of his wits and ready to collapse, “P-P-Please- Help… me…”
Dark’s uncharacteristic sympathy grew in strength as he scooped up the freezing child, “Don’t fret, little one. I won’t hurt you,” He whispered, watching as the boy passed out in his arms.
He didn’t know who the kid was or what he was doing on his doorstep, but he felt a strange pull in his being. Whoever he was, or perhaps whoever he used to be, had great sympathy for children.
He summoned a few blankets to wrap him up and magically changed his clothes into something warmer. Dark didn’t know much about how kids worked, but he did know that they weren’t supposed to be cold.
Knowing that, he decided to lay him on the couch closest to the fireplace before thinking about what he was supposed to do with him. He didn’t have any information on the kid or why he showed up at his doorstep, but one thing’s for certain.
He wasn’t a normal kid.
This dimension was designed so only he and a few select people could enter it. Whoever the boy was, he shouldn’t have been able to get in here.
Upon closer inspection, he noticed beyond his pale complexion and blue-tinged lips, he had some kind of black tear-like fluid coming from his eyes. Kids weren’t supposed to cry ink, well, at least that’s what he assumed.
Whoever he was, Dark highly doubted he was fully human. Well, whatever the case, he wasn’t going to get any answers out of his unconscious form. He sighed and sat down on his chair, resuming his book, though the chapter seemed to have lost its appeal as he thought of the adventure that he was doomed to go on.
After a few hours of distracted reading and pacing, the kid finally woke up, “Huh? Wh-Where?”
He was too groggy to be scared, but Dark had a sinking suspicion that was about to change, “I see you’re awake,” He said, expression softening slightly at his terrified whimper, “You’re safe. Don't worry,”
The kid looked very worried, “Wh-Wh-Who are you?”
Dark didn’t know how to answer that. Should he introduce himself as Darkiplier or his former name, Damien? It probably wasn’t a good idea to reveal himself as a demon to a child, but then again, he clearly wasn’t a normal one. What to do, what to do...
Now that he was awake, Dark noticed his eyes. They were pure black, and he had to wonder if he could even see at all.
With a slight jolt out of his thoughts, he remembered that the kid was still waiting on an answer, “You can call me Dark. What is your name?”
The kid tilted his head, “Dark? That’s a weird name,”
A stab of annoyance made his brows furrow, “Is that so? What’s yours?”
“I- Uh- Blank. My name is Blank. Do you know where we are?”
Blank, huh. And he had the nerve to call his name weird. No matter, there were more pressing matters, “You don’t know- What do you remember?”
He frowned, “Uhhhhhh. I-I remember… I reme-member- My… My name? And- No, wait, th-that’s all I can remember,” He blanched at the displeased expression on Dark’s face, “S-Sorry,”
Dark waved him off, “Don’t apologize. It’s not your fault if you don’t remember. I just need to learn where you came from so I can get you back,”
Blank deflated a bit, “Oh. Y-Yeah, that makes sense,”
He was surprised at his disappointment. Why did he sound like he didn’t want to-
“I- I mean, who would want a s-s-stupid kid like me staying in their- their place anyways,”
His eyes widened when he realized that the kid thought he was just going to throw him out. God, he was terrible with kids, “I’m not going to throw you out into the snow, Blank. I may be a demon, but I’m not heartless. You can stay until you remember where your home is,”
He looked surprised before a small smile crossed his face, “Oh. Thank you, Mr. Dark,”
“Dark, please,”
He did a salute, “Yes, sir, Mr. Dark!”
Oh boy. What did he manage to get himself into this time?