Into the Void

Please don't

Dark turns from the tv and starts walking away. I rattle the chains even harder. I could feel Dark roll his eyes and stop walking for a moment. “If you don’t stop making that infernal racket, I’ll make sure you aren’t able to move at all.”

That frightens me enough that I stop. If Dark takes away what little movement I have left, then I may never be able to break free. I give the chains a few more tugs but am otherwise silent. Dark chuckles at the silence and gives a cheeky, “Good girl,” before continuing on his way.

"Oh, Darky, there you are! You know I've been looking everywhere for you, and here you are scheming without me. You didn't even ask me if I wanted to help. You know I would have said yes!" A chipper and slightly off kilter voice comes from behind us. "Lovely body, by the way, I should find someone else's body to borrow."

Dark stops in his tracks at the sound of a new voice. It sounds familiar to me, but I’m not sure why. Turning around, I can see a man that looks like Mark but with bright pink hair and a giant pink mustache. I know this guy. Oh god, this is not a good thing. “If everything goes according to plan, I won’t need it much longer. By the way, Wilford, how did you find out I was planning anything?” Dark has an amused smile on his face as he talks to Wilford Warfstache.

"Oh, I heard the last bit of conversation before my portal opened. Let me join in on the fun a little bit, Darky-poo! I haven't stabbed anyone or used my shooty in so long, and I'm hankering for some excitement!" Wilford is sitting on the tv perfectly balanced and swaying his legs, swinging his gun around his finger

I struggle against my chains with renewed effort. I have to get out of here because the sight of this psychopath is horrible news. Dark puts our hands behind our back and stands a tad taller. Not that it matters because my body is still four inches shorter. Dark pauses before answering Wilford, “About that. This requires a certain…. Elegant touch. I’m not certain if you could handle this kind of situation without killing someone, and that’s the last thing I need.”

"Oh, alright, you're driving a hard bargain here." He seems to think for only a second before throwing his hands up, chucking the gun in the air and having it land on the ground, causing it to fire and the bullet to just barely miss our head. That psycho doesn’t seem the slightest bit concerned that we were almost shot. "Alright, fine! I won't kill anybody, as long as I get to spend time with my Dear Darky, I'm as happy as a dog." He lands a peck on Dark's cheek.

Dark swats a hand at Wilford’s face, trying to get the man away from him, more concerned about the kisses than the nearly fatal bullet. “Wilford. What have I told you about kissing me?” He steps back out of reach, taking a deep breath. I knew Wilford was crazy, but Mark’s videos did not do the guy any justice. “You may come along for now. If things don’t go the way I need them to, your particular abilities just might come in handy.”

"Oh, see, you know how to keep me tickled pink, you devil, you!" He chuckles and pulls another gun out of nowhere and shines it before aiming it at Dark and pulling the trigger, except this time, a flag pops, saying "Bang!"

Dark doesn’t even flinch. I, on the other hand, am having a mild panic attack. This guy is going to kill me, and Dark isn’t the least bit concerned. I shake the chains as loud as I can and scream into the metal band across my mouth. This dumbass better get me away from this pink lunatic before I have heart failure. He ignores me, so I try hitting the chains against the floor as hard and loud as possible. Dark stumbles a bit. “Bri, you are starting to become an irritating presence. The next time I tell you to stop, you’ll be unable to move.”

I scream as loud as I can against the metal band. It muffles the noise a great deal, but I need to get Dark’s attention, and since he’s preventing me from talking, this is all I have in my arsenal. I scream until I’m hoarse, but Dark never acknowledges the noise. I struggle against my prison and hear a creaking noise in the chains. That surprises me and I stop. Looking at the chains, I can see that a link on one of them has stretched out a slight bit. It gives me a small bit of hope that maybe I’m not lost after all.