Something's Wrong (Darkiplier X Reader)

This story is set after the events of "Who Killed Markiplier?" so if you haven't seen those videos yet, please don't read this as spoilers lie ahead. Thank You.



Something has been off for several days now.

I would know. I know everything about him. I know him and his personality better than anyone in the entire building. It’s both my job and my duty as his closest friend.

‘Mr. Mayor’ got back from his trip to visit a friend a few days ago, and ever since the second day he’s been back, he’s been acting stranger than normal.

Damien always liked to smile whenever I’d enter his office. Whenever I’d ask him why he smiles so much, he always would say, “The best kinds of people are those that smile no matter what’s happening around them” however, he hasn’t smiled at me at all since the day he left.

That million dollar smile that made my heart fall into my stomach.

I’ll see ‘Mr. Mayor’ smirking out the office windows every now and then.

He hasn’t been doing much either.

Damien was a workaholic from what I recall.

No matter where he was he’d always have work with him and he always made sure things were done in order and on time.

He was efficient and practical.

However, he’s always been exceptionally sweet to me.

If he saw me having a rough day, he’d always drop by my desk with coffee or tea that he’d made using the personal machine in his office.

He’d always hand me my ‘personal mug’ that consisted of a white color and the words “Don’t mind me just being my awesome self” on it.

His face would be so kind and he’d smile.

‘Mr. Mayor’ hasn’t touched that coffee maker since he got back.

I actually think I saw a wine bottle poking out of his bag yesterday.

Damien doesn’t like wine.

He prefers Scotch and other drinks of the sort.

The crackling of a small intercom on my desk broke my thoughts and caused me to jump a little, accidentally marking the sheet of paper I’d been working on with a large black line separating it in half. I heard ‘Mr. Mayor’s’ voice come through the com.

“Miss (L/N). I need your assistance with something. Would you please come here when you find it convenient for you?”

He sounds just like him. His way of speaking is near perfect. But he’s missed a detail.

Damien calls me by my first name.

I reached out a finger and poked the button on the com, “Yes, Sir. I have to greet a guest that you have a meeting with this afternoon so I’ll be up there when I’m done.”

“Thank you!”

The com turned off and I sighed softly.

I looked at my computer screen and saw the name of the guest to be greeted.

“Jamison Borland…,” I softly read in disbelief.

Only Damien should know that name…

I stood from my desk, letting my chair roll a few more inches behind me. I grabbed a clipboard and some documents before taking off down the hall. I could hear my short heels clicking on the floor as I moved, hugging the clipboard to my chest.

I walked into the elevator, pressing the button for the ground level and tapped my foot impatiently.

I felt my cell phone buzz inside my skirt’s pocket, surprising me a little but only a little. Ever since ‘Mr. Mayor’ got back I haven’t been allowed to wear pants. Sometimes I’m just not feeling like a skirt or I need to do laundry so he told me that it didn’t matter and that I could wear what I wanted.

He revoked that rule upon his return.

I fished my phone out of my pocket and checked it.

“New Message from: Damien Private Line”

I looked at my phone in confusion. Mr. Mayor has only been using his work phone since he got back.

Why did he decide to switch…?

I opened the message, reading something I wasn’t expecting.

DPL: I know this seems really weird right now. But please, trust me. When you get to the lobby, I need you to go to the farthest corner. The one where the security camera’s busted. Take the man sitting there to a private meeting room, please.

Huh… alright… usually, when he had important guests like that, he’d greet them personally.

I felt the elevator stop and hopped out once the door was open, walking out into the main lobby of the office building.

I scanned around and saw the man I needed to greet.

He was wearing a hoodie that he’d pulled the hood up on to cover his head. He had a muscular build but it wasn’t a weirdly buff body type. He had a pair of jeans and running shoes on.

Not at all attire I would’ve chosen when meeting the Mayor but sure.

“Mr. Borland?” I softly called once I was close enough.

He looked up at me but not enough to wear his face was visible.

“That’s me.”

“I’ve been asked to bring you to a meeting room, Sir. Mr. Mayor sends his regards for not being able to greet you in person. Please follow me.” I greeted formally before waiting for him to stand.

He got up slowly like he was in pain. He reached to the ground and grabbed a cane, covering the top piece with his hand so I couldn’t see, using it as leverage to keep himself up.

I walked slowly, allowing the man to stay at my side so that he wouldn’t fall over. I helped him into the elevator, pressing the button for the fourth floor.

I brought us both to an empty meeting room once we were able to get out of the elevator. I was so awkward.

Neither of us had said a word.

“Can you close the door, please?” He asked me in a soft voice. He sounded like he was trying to keep it an octave lower than it should be.

I wouldn’t normally agree to a request like that since I know bad things can happen behind closed doors but… I feel like I can trust this man.

He feels so familiar but yet... He doesn’t at the same time.

I nod and close the doors behind me, leaving us alone in the quiet room that overlooked the city.

The man sat down in one of the many chairs at the oval-shaped table, grunting a little before relaxing.

“I have never been happier to see you safe…,” He spoke a little louder than before, his voice at its normal pitch.

His words send a shiver down my spine and the room feels like it’s dropped a few degrees as well.

“What do you mean, Sir…?”

I hear him softly sigh.

“Trust me… It’s a long story, Bun.”

Bun… but that’s-!

“Sir… please take your hood off.”

“I would really rather not.”

“Sir. Please.” My voice cracked.

He went quiet before hesitantly reaching a hand up to his hood. His hand stopped one he’d softly grabbed it. I could see that he was shaking.

“Please don’t scream…”

He requested, seeming to freeze in place.

I stepped up to him, placing my clipboard on the table before carefully reaching up to him.

My fingers brushed across soft skin that was hidden behind raven colored hair. He was looking down and off to the side, not letting me see his face.

If he can’t do it, then I can.

“I won’t.”

I felt his tense and shake again, clearly afraid of me.

I moved my hand up the man’s face, brushing the hair up along with it as it moved, dragging his hood off of his head and keeping all of his hair away from his face.

My heart dropped.

Damien.

It must’ve shown on my face since he winced and looked down more.

I reached my other hand up to put it under his chin, softly pushing it up to look make him look at me.

His eyes were the only thing different.

They were pitch black rather than his warm brown eyes.

His face had a scrape on his left cheek and it looked like his head was bleeding at one point.

“Damien… what happened…,” I asked softly.

His demeanor, his words, his tone.

Everything.

This is my Damien.

“I’m afraid I don’t go by that name anymore, Bun… HE took that right from me…,” He told me, an edge of pure hate going through his voice at the thought in his head.

“Who’s ‘he’? Where have you been…?” I asked him, softly running my hand through his messy bangs before letting him go.

He must’ve wanted comfort because he grabbed my hand once it was at my side. His hand was as cold as death. Like the life he used to have no longer existed.

“It’s a long story… I’ll explain everything soon. Just know that the man in that office is not me. His real name is Mark. I got lucky that he forgot to grab my personal phone before leaving that mansion,” He told me and sat down.

“Why are you hurt…?”

“I’ve… been to hell and back.” He answered, lacing my fingers into his, “Listen. You’re not safe here. Mark’s dangerous and one of our closest friends is no longer sane. Wil-... He’s probably on his way to shove the barrel of his gun down Mark’s throat. All of this was his fault. I’ve lost three friends to the icy hands of death and one to the tight grip of insanity in the last few days because of that… that-!”

I stopped him by putting a hand on his cheek. He stopped immediately and softly apologized like he always would during an outburst.

“Damien. I’m ok. I’ve lasted this long. He’s just been a royal pain in my ass for the last few days. But I have to ask. How does he look like you?” I asked him, pulling a seat over and sitting in front of him. His dark eyes seemed to get even darker, angrier, and I swear that I saw him twitch.

“He… stole my body…”

“What?”

“While we were at the manor, Mark was killed. Murdered. However, it was all planned by him. He waited in the shadows of hell for my dear friend Celine to come to the manor, sensing that something was wrong. And then he struck. He trapped me and Celine in the same realm he was in, stealing my body. I then had to watch my now insane friend kill two of my friends… Celine pulled our good friend into the realm and I escaped by having their permission to use their body and Celine’s power. In all honesty… I think it was Celine’s power that morphed my friend’s body to look like me. For some reason, I possess her power now and I can’t hear her anymore… I think she’s gone.”

This… He has to be joking…

“Dami-”

“Please… I’m not Damien anymore…”

“...Then who are you…?”

“The vengeful spirit of a man who was wrongly killed for the benefit of someone he considered a friend. I suppose a fitting name for my dark nature now would be, ironically, Dark.”

I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him to me so that I could fully hug him.

“Damien or Dark… whichever you choose to go by doesn’t matter to me. You’re safe… I was worried sick.”

“I know, Bun. I’m so sorry…,” He apologizes and hugs me back, tightly gripping me like he didn’t believe I was really in front of him.

I missed that nickname. He gave it to me when I was 5. I was a rabbit for Halloween that year and he’s never stopped calling me “Bun” since then.

“There’s nothing to be sorry for…,” I promised him, running a hand up and down his back to comfort him.

He’s so cold…

I guess I know why now.

The cold is oddly comforting.

I nearly screamed when a sudden knock sounded at the door.

Well, actually, it was more of a pound.

I jumped to my feet and twisted to look at the door, only to be picked up and moved behind Dark.

The handle jiggled before the door burst, announcing the unwanted presence of the last person either of us wanted to see.

“Well well well. Didn’t think you’d get out of there,” An angry voice sounded as ‘Mr. Mayor’ walked in.

“Cut the shit, Mark,” Dark growled and pressed me to his back.

“Mark? Who’s Mark? I’m Damien,” He told him and slammed the door behind him. He held an impatient hand out towards me. “Miss (L/N). That man’s insane. He’s trying to trick you. Please come over here for your own safety.”

“You can’t even pretend to be me correctly. Do you even know her first name?”

“Of course I do. It’s (Y/N).”

“How long has she been working for you?”

Mark stopped at that question, his eyes widening as he realized he didn’t have the answer, “What does it matter? A crazy man walking in here and claiming to be me shouldn’t be trusted. Miss (L/N), come here.” He demands childishly.

“...No. You’re not him… You’re not…” My head started to hurt. There was a ringing in my ears that made me cover them. I looked at Dark, seeing his hands at his sides, clenched into fists. A strange red and blue tint surrounding him.

“You will NOT order her around,” He shouts this time, reaching behind himself to hold onto me, trying to reassure himself that I’m still here.

“That’s my job, Dipshit.” Mark rolls his eyes.

“Not. It’s not. It was mine. I would never have ordered the woman I love around like a ragdoll,” Dark’s tint grew brighter and the ringing got louder. He grabbed the cane he’d left on the table and held it up, ready to fight. “She isn’t going anywhere.”

Mark sighed, “Alright, fine. We can play this game.”

He reached into his coat pocket, pulling out the pistol that I knew Dark used to keep in his desk in case of emergency.

I reached up to my head and put both of my hands over my ears.

Make it stop.

The sound…

...make it stop!

I felt the comforting cold air that surrounded Dark and felt my knees buckle. I hit the ground and covered my head, attempting to block out the sound.

Black spots appeared in my vision when a strong pressure began.

I weakly looked at Dark, seeing him looking at me with pity in his eyes.

He picked me up and placed me under the table quickly, the barrel of Mark’s gun pointed at us the entire time.

“I will keep you safe, My Love. Just rest. You won’t want to see this.” I heard Dark say as he kissed my forehead, making me feel like I was going to pass out even more.

I tried to say something but I could move or speak anymore.

He stood up, gripping his cane and glaring the harshest glare I’ve ever seen on his face directed towards Mark.

“I won’t let him touch you.”

I saw him lift his hand and he snapped.

The sound made a sharp pain go through my head.

My final sight was Dark gripping his cane, standing in front of me in a battle stance.

“Sleep now, My Love. This will be over soon.”