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I wrote this a while back for my book on Wattpad. Since Valentine’s Day is soon, here is a little fic with Dark <3 From my Wattpad @/mxdpat I hummed a small tune as I cooked some noodles. It was Valentine’s Day and as per usual, I was alone. But, that’s okay, I hope everyone else who has someone had a great time. A sad smile appeared on my face. I just wish I had someone….it would be nice. A crash was heard from the living room, causing me to jump. I grabbed the knife next to me and cautiously walked in the room. “Sorry.” a deep voice muttered. It was Dark. He stood in the middle of the living room, clutching his foot. Next to him was my coffee table...or what remained of it. “Um, no offence, but what are you doing here?” I asked. Dark wasn’t the type to show up at my house. He was just a friend who always tagged along in group situations. Dark shrugged “I knew you were alone and I thought I’d come visit you…..I don’t like seeing you upset.” I smiled a bit at that statement. “Thank you Dark, I really appreciate it.” I said sincerely. “I uh, also brought this.” He pulled out a bouquet of roses and a box of chocolates. My eyes widened at the presents. “I know you aren’t a fan of hugs, but you’re getting one.” I grinned and pulled him into a tight embrace.Oddly enough, he didn’t pull away. Dark wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer. “I just didn’t want my best friend to be alone.”Me? I’m his best friend? I smiled more and pulled away. “Thank you, Dark. I really really do appreciate this.” I leaned in and pecked his cheek. A faint blush appeared on his cheeks as he looked down. I was about to say something, when a beeping came from the kitchen.. “My noodles!!” 

Dark shakily set the note down and opened the box. He gasped in horror and took a step back. Inside was Host's head with a picture of a pink mustache taped to it.

From my Wattpad @/mxdpat TRIGGER WARNING FOR SUICIDE. IF YOU DON'T LIKE THIS TYPE OF STUFF, PLEASE PLEASE SKIP IT! Some sad shit ahead The entire world seemed to shift for the android. He glanced out the dirty window at the grimy street. "Where did I go wrong?" he whispered to himself. These new..feelings were too much for Connor to handle. It was a crashing wave each time a new emotion surfaced. Pain was a searing hot flash that coursed through his wires.Sadness washed over him like a sinking ship out to sea. Happiness seemed all too powerful to be a good emotion. It made his entire body jolt at the slightest touch. Exhaustion was just..too much. He felt like he was moving in slow motion. Too sluggish. Tense. That one was terrible. His biocomponents seemed to lock up and he couldn't find a way to relax. Everything made his body feel off. He wished he couldn't feel anything at all anymore.Hank had left. He went out to get himself dinner and get food for Sumo. He said he would be back soon. Connor assumed he was getting drunk somewhere and would need to wait up for him. After a while, Connor felt the wave crash over him. Sadness. It was back. He felt like he was drowning. Trying desperately to keep his head above water. "P-please no.." he whispered and clutched his head. It was all too much for him. Then Sumo began to whine. He wanted to go outside. Connor forced himself off the bed and walk to the back door. He gently patted Sumo's head and opened the door for him. Good Sumo.." he whispered. The old dog lumbered outside and Connor shut the door. He wandered back to his room and shut the door. He bit his lip and decided to lock it. This is all too much. Too damn much to handle. He sat back down on the bed and closed his eyes. His LED began to shift from red and yellow. Back and forth. Back and forth. "I-I can't do this.." he whimpered and began to rock. His internal fans were attempting to cool his biocomponents. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't concentrate on anything. All his servers were frozen. He felt..numb. Completely and utterly numb. Without thinking, the android reached into the bedside table. He knew Hank always kept a gun there. He felt the cool metal against his synthetic skin and let out a shaky sigh. One bullet left. Connor stood up and made his way to the darkest corner of the room. He idly twired the gun in his hand. This would be it. No more emotions. No more bothering Hank. No more sadness. It was settled at this point. No note. No goodbye. It wasn't needed. It wasn't wanted. Or so he thought. Connor sat down in the corner of the room and left out a small cry. He trained the gun under his chin. His finger was on the trigger, ready to pull. Until he heard the door handle jiggle. "Dammit Connor! You left Sumo outside again!" Hank's gruff voice rang through the house. Connor stayed quiet and looked towards the door. He heard the lieutenant shuffle around the house for a moment until he shuffled to the bedroom door. Hank twisted the handle and swore. "Connor! The fuck are you doing?""Don't worry, Lieutenant." Connor called back. "It's all going to be okay...it's going to be okay.." System errors popped up in his vision and he blinked them away. His stress levels were at a solid 92%. "CONNOR! OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR NOW!" "I'll tell Cole about how great y-you were to me." he whispered. "Goodbye Lieutenant."There was silence. Then a loud BOOM.Connor's body was slumped against the wall just as Hank busted down the door. 85% 90% 95% 100% S̸̢̧̏̋̿͠͝y̸̹̭͎̪͎̅͑͆ş̸̥͙̘̹͓̹̓̎͂̉̊͑̚͝͝͠t̴̛̼͕̞̺̺̪͖̻̦̒̀͊́͝e̴̥̻͈̎̀̃͊̿̀̄̈m̴̟̳͉̻̑̾̂͌̑͋̑̕ ̵̓̈́̚ͅS̷̫͙͙̹̥̤̘͍̺̺͐̈́̐̾͑͛͝͝h̸̨̲̝͎͍͈͓́͌̎͗̈́̀̍͘͘ͅu̶̧͔̟̱̲̅͒́̋̌̇̍͠t̸͔̜͚̮͈̜̬̦͈͒̄͒͜d̶̡̛͂̈́͆̓̄̈́̕o̴̦̺͕͒̎̓̀̏́̿͝w̵̧̱̱̹̺͗ń̴͎̮͍̥̿̊͗̈̓̽̓̌ ̴͔͔̳̙͎̃̓͂̈́̈̓̏͗͆̚͜Ï̴͖͌̚͜n̶̨̗̖̼̹̮̽̈́̒͌̆̎̚ ̴̤̳̣̻̻̱̬͙́̓̒̈́̈̽͆̈́̚̕͜P̴͚̟͎̹̦͔͖̞̿͆̄͆̇̿ŗ̶̨͓̼̣͒̃̇̀̈́͠͠ͅô̵̜̜̩̜̺͎̞͚̟̄̀̒͋́̀̀͝ğ̷̡̛͉̞̖̯͉̦̻͍̪́̽̀̽̈ŗ̷͖̩̫͙̙͔͕͎̔̏͊͆̂̃̎̉̽͜ē̵̗̙͔̋̊̄̀̀̎̔s̷̭͐̄͌̈́̀͜s̵͉͙̗͇͓̀̂̄̌͛͘͠

There laid Peter Parker in the bathtub. His eyes were closed and his body laid limped. Tony rushed over to him and checked his pulse. Nothing.

I mostly write fan fiction of the following fandoms. ~Iplier/Septic Egos ~Doctor Who ~Supernatural ~Harry Potter ~Detroit: Become Human ~Dream Daddy ~Until Dawn ~Marvel ~Any OC (You just need to give me details about them) I would really appreciate anything that is given to me. I want to help out the best I can. I’ve been thinking of opening commissions for a while now and this bump in the road pushed me to do so. Please spread the word of this too. Thank you! If you have any questions, feel free to message me!

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