the house seems to be empty, but it feels nothing like it. There’s an uneasy tension in the air and it prickles at the skin. The feeling of failure surrounds and engulfs, but who failed exactly?
Darkiplier is standing far too comfortably for anyones liking. There was always a certain level of unease about him, as if he was always trying to force himself to not break apart, to feel comfortable, or to appear so at least. but every twitch he made, every subtle roll of his body he made, was always obvious he was on edge. So why wasn’t he on edge now?
Indeed, it appears that Dark is too smug, too welcoming, too satisfied, for this to be a normal visit to the girls house. The furniture is all in tact, the house seems to be clean still, though there’s no sound coming from everywhere. There used to be music all the time...
the house was cold. not that Dark would notice, but it was much colder than typically. on the couch sat in a rumpled pile a bunch of blankets. and a bunch of oddities on the coffee table. what were those?
Dark cleared his throat, he wasn’t thinning out. he seemed ever so composed. He wasnt even monochrome... something is wrong... or maybe, just maybe, somethng had gone right for him.
Perhaps you have been wondering what ever happened to the girl in this house. Perhaps a years time without a word from her is enough to make you wonder what happened to her. But most likely, as I suspect from all of you, is that none of you care. Why would you? You never seemed to give a damn about her to begin with. In fact, as I gained more and more and more control over her you stepped aside. You let this happen.
Y o u k i l l e d h e r .
Oh she isn’t dead if that’s what you’re wondering. Shes alive. She sometimes eats, if I make her. She has however, gone entirely over the deep end. Her dissociation's have caused her to reach in desperation for something to ground her. Someone to keep her level. And all of you “visitors” and “friends” have done absolutely n o t h i n g but watched as I stepped in. I took care of her when no one else could. And now shes entirely in my care.
And you will probably never see her again.
Tel͏l͟ ̸them̷ ̸a͘bóut̸ ̶thę p̕o̡iso̵n̕s.
From the kitchen comes in the maniacal sociopath. The man with the same impulses to destroy everything around him and himself as the girl had. The man who seemed to be able to actually care about something if the timing was right. But in reality he didnt care about anything except seeing people being destroyed, whether by him or by the person themselves.
He had an air of glitches around him, distorting the audio of his voice and adding other whispering voices to plant themselves entirely in the psyche of others. The inner voices being the most influencing part of him. The voices now, were whispering the same thing: failed failed shes gone now.
No͟,́ ̀I̸ ̵hat͠e ̡y͏our͞ p͜r͜o̡lon҉g͜e͘d̢ ҉th̴ȩat͟r͝ic͡s͞.
On another day this would have proven funny, considering antisepticeye was no stranger to theatrics. But today it was just nerve wracking. What was he so excited about? What happened to the girl that made him so impatient he didn’t even want to go through the whole show of dramatisation?
Darkiplier shrugged. He didn’t really care how the audience knew how the girl broke so badly. In fact perhaps quicker was better. it allowed them to grasp even more dramatically how they once again just watched as he took control of another persons mind. If Antisepticeye wanted to rub salt into the wound telling everyone about a downward rabbit hole spiral the girl had gone into with herself and her highs, then he could do so.
S̀hȩ alwa͞y͟s ͢li͠k̸ed͘ ҉to ͡p͞o̢i͢so̕ǹ her͡şèl͟f. S͞h͜ȩ s̵toppe̸d̷ fo͏r̸ a w͡hil͢e a͠n̡d se͞em͞eḑ t̕o͜ ̢b͏e…͞ h͝app̛y. ̸But͞ th͜an̨kf̴ully ̡t͠ha̷t did͏n͢’t l̨ast͏. It wa͘s̷ qu͜ite sick͠eni͘n͠g̀.̛ A̢nd ̛no̡w I͜ ǵet̵ t͝o҉ tȩm͜p̡t ͞h̕er,̛ a͠ǹd̶ ͞wa̢t͢c̀ḩ ͞h͜e҉r, ͝ánd̵ hel̨p̕ ͝h͝e̢r ͝poįs̕on ͞h̢e̛r̷self. ̕A̧ ͝l̛i̡t͏tle b͘it̶ o͏f whi̧t͝e̕ ̀poẃd̷er̵ h͝e͡r̴e̴ án̴d҉ ͠a ̡b͠it o̡f ͠sug̀a͏r t́h̶e̶r҉e͡…͝ ͝p̵ơp͜ a ͞p̢il҉l o̶r two͏,̀ f͏o͏rget ever̕yt̡h͢i͟n̛g͡ ̷y̡ou͘ ҉did ín ̷t͟he̢ pas̷t̵ ̛24̀ h̕ou̴r͠s͜…͞ ̴its ̨q̸uit̨e͞ me̡sme̢ri͏si͢ńg͏ r͠e͞al̴ly͢. W̴e ҉both have͏ h͡e͏r̨ ͘in͟ o̷u͡r͏ ͠cl̡ut̶c͜he̸s͢.̢ ͢A͟ńd ̧i̴t̶ś a͡ll ͏b͟ec͢a͢u͡śe̴ ͝y͘ou a͜ll ju͞st̢ diḑ nothi̡ng.͠
We aren’t accessories. We have our own minds and thoughts and desires. So Anti will destroy her physically and mentally with the poisons he tempts her with that she cant say no to, and I’ll be right here to pick up the pieces of her shattered body and mind, and fit them together how I want, and there you have it.
T̀h̰̪̗̥̭̮̹e͙̩͢ p͉̥̰͈͍e͉͚͜r̸̜͎̙͍̱f͖ec̟̩͈͓t̳͙̟̠͙͎ l̰̬̭̮͝i͉t̸͈͇̜̜t̢̻͎͚̙l̼̯͝e͕̹͝ ̦͎͉̰̲͟t̲̱o͖̭̫͖y̸̼̮ ̜̙̞̖̫͠f͚̩͙̜͇̙o̠̺̤̗̝͡ͅr̮ ̫̖͚͖̝͈t̢̩h͓̹̞̘̟͓̪e̖̺͉͞ ̞̯͞b͏̫̖̖͇̞o҉̟̰̦̟t̴̝̼h͍̬͕̘͓ͅ ͢ǫ͈̺͕̹̠f̡̙̞̖̲̠ ̜ư̞̯ͅs̠̭̺.̡̬
Self destruction and the inability to care about your own well being is what she offers us to entertain us. And in turn, the pathetic girl doesn’t mind. She wants it. shes so numbed out she doesn’t remember what sunshine is like. She doesn’t remember what people caring about her is.
And its going to stay that way.
