#slightly projecting

Ever since Randy's dad passed, his mom had to raise Randy on her own. She didn't know how to parent a child herself, had no friends or mutuals that could help her through it so she had to learn all by herself. Sprinkle a little OCD onto a widowed first time mom and she kinda went downhill.

tw for emotional abuse and sexual abuse ?

Summary: A small thing about Darkiplier and taking care of himself. Mostly a reflection piece. Enjoy~

He took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled. He felt like he was being weighed down by the two souls within him.

Dark was tired. He'd been working, working working. Non-stop to try and finish. What he was finishing, he couldn't remember. When he thought he was done something else cropped up that needed his attention. As demonic entity, the constant go wouldn't have been an issue.

Wilford had suggested he practice self-care, whatever that entailed. He had certainly heard of it but had done none in practice.

He went to the living room and curled up in blankets. He closed his eyes and took deep breaths, collecting himself and trying to find his momentum again.

He was disturbed by a tap on his shoulder. Dark opened his eyes to see Wilford, holding a cup of tea with a smile on his face.

Dark took it and started to sip. The two exchanged no words, and Wilford went off to go and do his own thing.