Sweet Y/N, { Darkiplier X Reader}

Chapter 2: Saturday

f/t= favorite male teacher

After b/n finished his breakfast, you picked him up as you watched the rest of Mark's videos. You giggled as you saw his adorable self rage in Octodad. "Poor Markimoo." Just like many other fangirls in his community of a fanbase, you had a crush on him. Well why wouldn't you? He is strong, has fluffy hair, an awesome "beard" style, a deep voice, and, most of all, cares deeply about everyone of his viewers. That alone gave you courage to keep your hidden side in order. Seeing him rage reminded you of Darkiplier, the fan creation for Marks dark side. Dark's not so bad himself. You thought. When he ever does anything, it would just him freaking out the audience or stalk someone. Also, why are people afraid of him? I'm not. Once the videos were done, you could smell the scent of waffles and bacon. "Let's go see the family b/n" With that, you ran down the stairs while b/n hopped along after you. When you got to the kitchen, you saw your parents. Dad was frying bacon and Mom was making milkshakes. [Yes, you have milkshakes for breakfast on saturdays] "Mourning, Sweet pea." Mom said while putting chunks of chocolate in your drinks. "Hi Mom. Hi Dad," you said with a huge smile. "Hey princess, did you sleep well last night?" Dad asked as he was degreasing the bacon. "Eh, nothing new. Just the usual things." you replied as if it were nothing. "I see b/n is looking fine today" Mom commented after looking at the bunny beside you. "I made him his usual carrot smoothie." You knew that she was going to ask you to set the table so you did it quickly and gracefully. "Oh, thank you dear" you nodded as you picked up b/n and put him beside you on the table. Both your parents brought what they had made. You got your food ready after you gave b/n his drink. "What do you have planned to do today?" Dad asked as he split his waffle in half. "Not much. I plan to help some friends with homework, help Mr f/t with some errands, mow the neighbors lawns, and clean the school's gym floor." you poured some syrup on your food. "Well, I wish you the best of luck, princess." "Thanks Dad." you smiled and then began to eat.

~Time skip to the end of mowing~

Almost done you thought as you wiped away some sweat from your eyebrow. This was the fifthteeth lawn that you worked on in your neighborhood. This was your job that helped you gain some money, about three dollars per lawn, yet, with your skill and talent, it would be no surprise if you were giving a big tip. Done! you turned off the mower and neatly put it away. "Thank you so much, y/n" Mr. Klide said. He was the man who paid you. You smiled, "No problem" He pulled out his wallet and handed you a crisp,fifty dollar bill. "Thank you but I believe that this is too much." You humbly say. "It's fine, just take it." Not wanting to argue, you accepted the money and started walking to the school. You spent most of the day working and you got everything, but the gym cleaning, done. The school was not far from your home but.......... you didn't like to be out at night. Dinner will be soon but I made up my mind to help clean. you think, trying to remain calm. You enter the school, grab a broom, and start sweeping. Fear rumbled inside you. The sky was now orange and you were not at home. "I should sweep faster." you cautiously say out loud. You ran as you swept, not missing a single spot, mopped the floor and dried it. the whole process took about forty minutes. I glad I'm done. I didn't want to be when it got...you looked out the windows to see a dark shade of blue. Dark. You instantly put everything away, locked up and ran home. You stopped at the last red light to your house. Panting a little, you waited for the light to change. "Almost home" you smiled. "ARGH!" a sudden, high pitch noise, which was unbearable, rang in your head. You clasped your hands to your ears and slammed you eye shut. IT'S DARK! IT'S DARK! DARK IS COMING!! It screamed. you cringed in pain as it left. Panicked, you didn't wait for the light. You just ran home as fast as you could muster.