Youtuber Sitting

Day 1

Incestant knocking forced Darkiplier to stand up from his desk and make his way to the apartment door. No one was ever this persistant to bother him except- opening the door, he found the pink mustachioed man he was expecting. "Hell-o." Wilford Warfstache grinned, though it lacked an exagerated wave that would usually accompany it.

"What is it that you need, Will?" Dark asked, his eyes drifting downward as a blue and red glow flickered around him. He expected Wilford's hands to be wrapped around a bloodied knife, but instead he held a small child by the hand on either side. "Who, with even part of a brain, would let you look after children?" The echo of Dark's deep voice grew louder as his attention snapped back up to Wilford.

Wiggling his pink mustache, the mad man grinned. "Lo-ook... a little closer..."

Dark narrowed his eyes, before casting them down again. The small boy to Wilford's right looked up, and Dark knew instantly who it was. "No!" The boy cried, jumping back and ducked behind Wilford. "Not Dawrkiplier! He wants to make me disappeawr! Poof!"

"Please Will... I need you to tell me that is not Mark." Dark groaned, closing his eyes and squeezed the bridge of his nose with his fingers.

Wilford grinned. "It's not Mark!"

Dark wanted to be relieved as he opened his eyes to glare at Wilford, but his answer honestly only posed more questions. "Then who is it?!"

"Oh, it's Mark." Wilford tilted his head. "You said to tell you-"

"I need you to be serious." Dark muttered. "How in the world did this happen?"

"Do you have juice?"

Dark hesitated, hearing the soft female voice and slowly looked back down to the other small child with Wilford. He let out an exaggerated sigh. "Amy?"

"Hi Dark!" Amy grinned, waving her hand.

Still hiding behind Wilford, Mark grabbed at her shoulder, tugging at her. "Noooo! He's bad! He's like... worse than the boogie man!"

"Ew, cooties! Willy, Mark is touching me again!" Amy shrieked.

"Did not!" Mark held his hands up. "Did not, did not, did not! And I don't have cooties! Gwross!"

Dark cracked his neck, placing his hands behind his back as he stared at Wilford. "How long have they been like this?"

"Few hours." Wilford shrugged.

"It took days for us to-" Dark began before Wilford waved his free hand, still holding Amy with his left.

"We're... not exactly human." Wilford smirked. "It effected them differently."

Dark leaned out into the hall to make sure no one had been listening, then stepped inside, waving them in. "Get in here. Now."

With a nod, Wilford walked forward, leading Amy by the hand and Mark scampered after them, sticking his tongue out at Dark who leaned forward, his aura flaring out around him, the ghostly shadows of colour, making scary faces. Mark screamed, grabbing onto the back of Wilford's leg. "Dark..." Wilford glanced back at him. "Whoever makes him crap himself, cleans it up. Just keep that one in mind."

Dark straightened up, raising an eyebrow. "No."

With a shrug, Wilford pried Mark off his leg and sat down on the couch. "They started acting like kids almost instantly, that's all I know."

"What did you do?" Dark asked, crossing the room as Mark grabbed a television remote and held it out like a sword to defend himself from the dark entity.

Amy climbed up on the couch beside Wilford, waving at Dark. "I still want juice. Please."

"I do not have juice." Dark growled.