"I love how cute your house is," a deep voice whispered in your ear, causing you to jump. He chuckled as you turned to face him. "Did I scare you, Princess?"

"No," you muttered as you turned back around. He took a seat on the couch next to you. You didn't look at him as so many thoughts clouded your mind. His gaze was on you, perplexed as to why you weren't giving him any attention after you pleaded for him.

"Princess?" Dark questioned. "Is something wrong?"

You didn't say anything; you didn't even move.

"Princess?"

"(Y/N), tell me what's wrong." Your ears perked up when you heard him use you actual name, not his nickname for you. Your name rolled off his tongue so smoothly it practically made you melt.

"Nothing's wrong," you finally mumbled after a few moments of silence. "I'm just...thinking."

Dark waited a moment before he spoke up. "You're thinking about the last night I was with you, why?"

"Why don't you just fucking read my mind and find out for yourself," you snapped back as you stood up. Dark stood up as well, and you noticed him ball his fists up in anger. But, instead of hurting you, he exhaled and released the tension in his fists.

"(Y/N), I care about you and can't stand to see you like this." He gently placed a hand on your shoulder, turning you around so you faced him.

"I just...I just don't understand why I'm feeling the way I feel. Last night was so...amazing. I haven't felt that happy and safe in years. But, I don't understand why I felt like that with you. You're a demonic alter ego for fuck's sake!"

You could tell your words hurt Dark, but you didn't care. He had hurt you, so why did it matter?

"It's different," he whispered, looking down at the carpeted floor.

"How is it different? You hurt me. You abused me. How do you ever expect me to trust you when all you've ever done is hurt me?!"

Dark's eyes seemed to glow in anger. Before you could react, he had a hand around your throat, holding you slightly above the ground. You instinctively put both of your hands around his, trying to pry it off of you.

"Don't speak of things you know nothing about! You don't know anything!" His flaming eyes locked on to yours. His anger suddenly began to dissipate as he stared at your helpless eyes. He dropped you and hung his head. You fell to the ground, breathing in quick gasps as you placed a hand around your sore neck.

"I-I'm sorry, Princess."

You could hear the emotion in his voice, but you didn't care if he was sincere or not. You quickly stood up and ran into your room, slamming the door behind you. Tears streamed down your face as you slowly slid your back down the door until you were sitting on the floor. You pulled your knees up to your chest and hugged yourself as you sobbed. Why were you feeling like this? One night you're feeling secure and happy and the next day you are upset. Why do you have so many mixed feelings towards Dark. It seemed as though you should feel only one emotion toward him: bitterness. You should feel bitter about the way he tortured you and hurt you. You should feel so bitter about him ripping you away from your life. You should feel bitter about the way he manipulates you. But, you don't feel like that at all. Right now, you feel betrayed. You feel betrayed by anything and everything. Yourself, Darkiplier, the world. You had always felt betrayed by the world ever since your mother died. You soon came to realize that that sense of betrayal was probably never going to vanish. You felt betrayed by Dark because for a few instances, you felt as though you might actually be able to trust him. You even thought you might be able to have a relationship with him. That was where the betrayal of yourself came in. You felt as though you had betrayed yourself for letting your guard down for one night and actually believing in Dark. You actually believed that maybe it would all work out; it would all be okay. That was what upset you the most. You let your guard down. Your guard was the only thing that had protected you from the world ever since that horrendous night of your mother's death. And that was why you hated yourself. You never let your guard down, ever. But, for some reason, you felt safe with Dark and let him tear down your walls you had built up over the years. That was what hurt you the most.

Your eyes had finally stopped letting tears slip out. You decided to get off the floor and take a shower. You didn't give a damn where Dark was or if he was even still here. You quickly stripped and turned the knob, commanding warm water to rain down from your showerhead. You quickly stepped in and sighed as the water warmed your body up. After relishing in the sensation, you finally cleaned your body and your hair and reluctantly turned the water off. You stepped out and dried your body and hair.

After changing and doing your nightly routine for the first time in what felt like ages, you crawled under the covers of your bed and drifted to sleep, but not after half-consciously hearing the door to your bedroom open and close.

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Again, the same dream. You and your mother stepped out of the theater, her sweet laugh filling your ears as you giggled yourself. Suddenly, Dark appeared before you. Your body slammed into his hard chest. Your mother stopped as well, her laughter silencing quickly. Your eyes met his soulless ones and your breathing hitched as you began to panic. Your mother stepped between the two of you.

"Who the fuck are you?" Your mother questioned after she saw your horrified face. Dark gave your mother a quick glance before looking back at you. His eyes then darted to something behind you. His lips then parted, about to warn you two of something, but before anything could escape his lips, a black figure encased your mother. Her screams rang in your ears, causing you to scream. You didn't understand why you weren't being consumed either until you looked up. Dark was shielding your from the dark consuming monster. Soon, it was gone and so was your mother. You shoved Dark away from you and sobbed uncontrollably.  He tried to comfort you, but you only screamed at him and pushed him away.

"You don't understand the full story, (Y/N)."