Randy's mom being a little too controlling in his life.
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 ?
Randy didn't take his own showers until he was about 10, and even then his mom would occasionally have to check and make sure that Randy was actually doing it right. He hatesss being undressed in front of his mom but she just tells him "I used to change your diapers.. I've already seen everything down there". It's embarrassing nonetheless
Randy also had to drink from a sippy cup until about 6. His mom made him do this because "everytime she tried to give him a cup, he'd always spill it"
Randy didn't have many friends because of how weird he was and because his mom controlled what kind of people she wanted in his life. So he became really socially awkward. He didn't know how to properly talk to people and didn't know how to read people (group that with autism to make it 1000x worse)
Randy's mom made him keep his door open 24/7 for a number of reasons. The biggest was to make sure that Randy wouldn't jerk off. She thought it was highly inappropriate and disgusting. She also did this to make sure he was going to bed at "an appropriate time".
I could probably keep going but good lord am I tired.
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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.