Wilted Rose|Darkiplier Ending

".......Dark...but-"

You couldn't even begin to give Mark a reason why you chose his dark persona, as the moment the name slipped from your tongue, he was already on your case.

"[Y/n]..are you out of your mind?!?" He yelled, grabbing you by the shoulders. "Why him?! Why not literally anyone but him??!! He's a liar and a manipulator and...." He continued to babble a list of reasons why you should have picked anyone but Dark. Even as he rambled right in front of your face, you could hear the worried voices of his other personas:

"My, oh my, Miss [L/n]...even Wilford Warfstache is stunned by your decision!"
"I a-am surprised as well-l. But I calculate tha-that this may bring u-us closer to-o our primary objective."
"O-Oh no.... Dark you better not hurt her!"
"Like the other personas in the room, The Host felt rather anxious and concerned for [y/n]'s safety and continues to mutter over this matter, but soon everyone was silenced when Darkiplier spoke-"

"Quiet!" Dark's shouted, his voice echoing through the room. Yandere squeaked in fear, hiding behind the Host. "All of this protest is unnecessary. You're all fawning over [y/n] as if she were some child. She is an adult and as an adult I believe she can make her own decisions!!" He growled, gritting his teeth as the 3-D glitches outlining his body began to distort and warp his voice. It was clear that his shell was breaking again. "If you imbeciles ever wish to see the light of day again...YOU WILL ALL BE SILENT AND RESPECT HER CHOICE!!! IS. THAT. CLEAR?!"

The personas flinched in fear, before exchanging glances at one another. Then they nodded in understanding, although Wilford frowned deeply. "Dark..." He began. "If I may speak for all of us....we do respect her decision, but given how ya nearly traumatized the last person you encountered...we just wanna be sure no harm comes to her..not that we don't trust you but-"

"You don't," Mark cut him off. "Just say that, Wilford."

".....right. We don't trust you, Dark."

"And I understand why you may feel that way, Will," the demon sighed, having calmed down a bit as he straightened his suit and tie. "Back then I was just getting my first taste of freedom. I did not mean to act as arrogant and violent as I did. Now I'm a changed man. Allow me prove that to you." Dark turned to you, a smile gracing his features. "So, dear [Y/n], shall we-?" 

But Mark stepped between you and him, glaring at his dark counterpart. "Listen, Dark, when it comes down to it...I'm the one with the most power here," he reminded him. "So if you even think about hurting her in any way shape or form for even a second...you're good as gone. Got it?"

Dark's smile disappeared for a few moments, before it reappeared as he began to chuckle. "Oh no worries, Mark," he said. "You have my word. No harm will come to her. That I can promise you."

'Since when have you ever made a promise and kept it?' Mark thought as he looked back at you, reluctant to let you go.

"[Y/n]?" He asked in a whisper. "Just remember what I said about-"

"I remember, Mark," you whispered back. "I promise I won't let anything happen to me." After hesitating for a few moments, Mark nodded, stepping aside and allowing you to walk up to Dark.

"So...where will we go?" You asked him.

"Why...wherever you'd like to go, of course," the demon replied as he took you by the hand before waving his other one. In an instant, you both vanished into a cloud of black smoke and white glitches.

"......she dun-goofed," Wilford muttered, shaking his head. "Poor girl."

"The Host cannot predict the outcome of this situation," the Host added with a small sigh, "but he only hopes for the best..."
.......

Opening your eyes, you looked around and realized you were back in your house, more specifically on the couch in your living room.

"I hope you didn't mind teleporting back here. I didn't want to attract a lot of attention out on the streets...I do have quite the reputation after all."

Glancing over, you saw Dark sitting in the chair next to you. "Hey..what happened to the colors?" You frowned, seeing that the once [f/c] chair was now monochrome, as was the small table and the lamp next to it.
Dark waved it off. "Don't worry about that, it'll be restored to its normal appearance once I take my leave. But enough about me....let's talk about you and..." He trailed off as he noticed your shirt, raising an eyebrow. "Ah...I didn't even notice you wearing that shirt. It looks very nice. I look fairly intimidating, no?"

"O-Oh!" You glanced down at your shirt, blushing a bit. "I completely forgot I was wearing this....and yeah you do look pretty scary."

"Good. But judging from the fact that Mark distributed those shirts through one of his "livestreams"..I assume that he does harbor some... respect for me."

You shrugged. "I wouldn't say that...it's just what his fans wanted. Technically, they created you, not Mark. And for whatever reason they love you and admire you for your...mysteriousness I guess."

"That so?" He asked, impressed. "Well..as you have been a longtime fan of Mark before you even befriended him...does that mean you admire me as well?" He leaned forward with his hands clasped together, gazing at you with curious, dark eyes.

You opened your mouth to reply, but you were unsure as to what to say. Plus you didn't really want to feed his already massive ego.

After a few moments, Dark sighed. "That's fine...you don't have to answer. Clearly you must since you've chosen me over the others." Waving his hand in a circular motion, black, wispy shadows fell from his palm and into his other one. You watched in awe as he closed his hand, before opening it to reveal a black rose.

"I have to say it makes me feel...appreciated. So here's my gift of thanks." Smiling, Dark handed the plant to you, but as you accepted it, you let out a small yelp of pain when you felt thorns prick your fingers. Withdrawing your hand, you noticed little beads of red on your fingertips.

The demon chuckled in amusement, making you glare up at him. You took the rose, albeit more cautiously this time, and sniffed it lightly. It smelled...strong yet sweet. "A warning would have been nice...but thank you for this anyway," you said, setting it down on the coffee table.

"Anytime, but let me remind you that I can give you so much more than just a simple rose," Dark told you, his grin widening. "I can give you anything you wa-"

"Thanks, but no thanks," you cut him off. His smile vanished instantly as he looked at you with surprise. "I'm not naive, Dark. I know very well what you're really after. You can shower me with as many gifts as you want...but in the end you only do that so you can manipulate me to get closer to Mark. You think you can control whoever you want....but you can't."

Dark continued to stare at you, eyes wide in shock at your words. Even you were surprised at what you said...and along with being surprised came immediate regret as you saw his eyebrows furrowing.

'Uh-oh...TMI, [y/n], TMI...'

A low growl ruptured from his throat as he gripped the arm rests of the chair. You could see him glitch out, silently screaming with fury and pulling at his hair in frustration. Suddenly the pressure in the air began to feel heavier, and your ears began ringing.

"You.....have quite the nerve talking to me that way." He spoke calmly, standing up slowly and walking over to you. "I think you need a reminder of who you're dealing with."

'Ohshitohshitohshit...' You panicked, getting your phone out, but before you could even unlock it, the device was swiped out of your hands. Looking up, your eyes widened as you watched Dark toss your phone towards the wall, shattering the screen before it fell to the floor.

You gasped as he then wrapped his hand around your throat, lifting you up and leaving you dangling in the air....at his mercy. "Sorry, [y/n]...but this time Mark isn't here to save you." He taunted.

He wasn't choking you, but the thought of him doing that and killing you right here and right now had you in a frantic struggle to pry his fingers from your neck. "M-M-Maybe not..."

Dark raised an eyebrow. "Come again?"

"I-I said..maybe not," you stuttered, trying to be brave despite the situation you were in. "..but if you kill me....h-he'll find out and...he'll l-lock you away and never forgive you for what you did!"

The demon looked at you with confusion. "Who said anything about killing you? That is Wilford's favorite hobby. You'd be surprise to hear that never in my existence have I killed a man...even though I'm more than capable of doing so. But I prefer to...watch my puppets suffer," he hissed, bringing his face close to yours, "especially those who think they can challenge me. So a word of the wise, Miss [l/n]....never underestimate me again. Understood?"

"Y-Yes.." You nodded slowly. Satisfied with your answer, Dark set you back down on the sofa. You tried to calm your racing heart, taking in a shaky breath.

"Now that's out of the way," he began as he sat back down in the chair, "perhaps we ought to have a little heart-to-heart...maybe that will help you relax a bit, no?"

"I....I guess we can.." 'Considering that a few seconds ago I thought you were gonna crush my goddamn windpipe,' you thought, although you kept those words in your mind.

This was definitely going to be the first and last time you ever stood up to Dark.