A new beginning [markiplier x child reader]

The Christmas "Miracle"

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Shadow's POV

Another hard day at work. I was working so many extra hours lately, and I was literally dying. But I guess that's Christmas for you. Working your ass off so you can afford presents for your family. We were having Dark's brothers over this Christmas, and I cant say I'm at all excited. Dark always complains how terrible they are. But hey, Dark complains about everything, so maybe they aren't as bad as Dark claims them to be. Anyway, ever since Dark announced they were coming over, I had gone into a cleaning spree. Why do I do this to myself? Well, I'm getting a day off today, and I 'm going to do absolutely NOTHING! I might play some games with Hunter, but that's about it. I hope I can use the majority of it to get some proper sleep. (TBH I probably don't get proper sleep. I'm going to stop writing at night.)

I'm really looking forward to relaxing. It took a lot of bitching to get my boss to let me do this, and I'm SO GLAD I got through to him.

I flopped down on the couch, and I was ready to spend the rest of the day there. I had my favorite movie on hand, and I was ready to watch it. It was "Faces of Death." I popped it into the CD player, and watched the whole thing. About halfway through, Dark sat down and watched for a while, too, before he had to go to work. The kids were doing their own thing, and I was fine with that for today.

I pulled out "The Girl Next Door" and began to read after the movie had ended. After a while, I heard a knock at the door. Odd. I don't usually get visitors. "I got it!" Hunter yelled from the other room. He ran to the door, and I heard a voice greet Hunter after he opened it. It was clearly a man, and he sounded...happy. A little too happy. He obviously wasn't from around here. I rose from the couch and walked over to the door, pushing Hunter aside. In the doorway stood a man who looked somewhat like Dark, but he was more cheery. He had a pipe hat and pink suspenders that look as old as time. He wore a yellow dress shirt and brown khaki pants. But the oddest thing about him was his pink handlebar mustache.
He cleared his throat.
"Hello, miss. You must be the lovely Shadow Declinare. My name is Wilford, and I'm here to see Dark." He seemed kind of legit, I suppose.

"Um, are you one of Dark's brothers?"

"I guess you could say that..."

"Well, Dark told me not to let anyone in until he okayed it. So would you mind waiting about, oh, and hour?"

"Fine by me. Au revoir!" And with that, he was gone. I sighed. I didn't really understand Dark's family. From my understanding, his brothers aren't his actual brothers, sort of. They weren't born of the same mother, and fall under multiple different categories of human. The thing is, they are all connected to Mark, who is their host. After their host was selected when they were only 5 hundred, they had some of Mark's blood fused with their own. So that pretty much makes them blood relatives, I think. It's confusing, I know.

시간 건너뛰기 (Time SKIP!)

Dark had just got home, and I told him about Wilford's visit. Dark had told his brothers it was okay to come over, and the first to arrive was Wilford. When Dark opened the door and let Wilford in, he leaned in towards me. "Be careful of Wilford. He's not quite right in the head." I nodded. Dark and I already had the kids go to their rooms until further notice, just for safety. We had a few more come over. Some of them were Google and Fireplier. The rest never showed.

I had gone to my room after Will got here so I could have tabs on the kids, but I was still listening closely to conversation that was going on downstairs. "C'mon Dark!" Google urged. "I want to meet your family already!" Dark sighed. I heard him walking up the stairs, and I quickly positioned myself on the bed, reading a book. But to my surprise, Dark walked right past my room and brought the kids down. I heard them all chattering, and eventually Dark claimed that he had to use the restroom and began to come upstairs. But rather than doing his business, he came into our room. He looked very nervous. "Okay. Bad news. Google brought my parents." He said. That was bad news alright. Dark always told me that he had super strict parents, and he told them I was a succubus. If I went down there, they would immediately know.

I felt my face drop, and Dark pulled me into a hug.

"We'll just tell them the truth. I don't care what they think of you." He whispered sweetly. I nodded into his shoulder, and he pulled away. He hoisted himself of the bed and helped me up. He took me by the hand, and with no further plan, we walked down the stairs. As we approached the sitting room, I could feel my fear eating away at my stomach. I could tell Dark was afraid, too. One of the perks of being a rage. I can sense the emotions of others simply by touching them.

Then I saw them. Sitting on the sofa was an older couple, each one with black eyes, just like Dark. His father looked just like him in shape, and he had his mothers face. When they saw me, they just went wide-eyed. They turned to Dark, clearly furious.

"Morsus Mihi autem Demon est quod ?!" His mother spat. Dark kept a straight face.

"Ita, matris. Ea est." Dark said.

"Placere dic haec est iocus. Ubi est verum et uxor tua? Est succubus?"

"Haec illi. Et ego dixi vobis non est succubus, sed solum medium est succubus."

"Tenebris, Hic accedit ut in omnibus semper docuit te!"

"Ego vero scio. Ego iustus non puto te recte circa illud."

"Sed umbras, Respice ad eam! Hoc modo occidere te In ira daemonium potest diligere? Non solum odit! Si eras, quia ego eram concludens in carcerem eam iam. Illa youd 'quod sit modo pertinet ubi?"

That one really hurt.

"Odite ad loquendum sentiet mala momento, sed quia non possum te audiunt, ius? Ego Latine mea tota vita est." I said, sternly. Her father looked taken aback.

"You stay out of this, you sick bitch." He scolded.

"Our son is worth more than a mere fuck, and we'll make sure you'll pay for tricking him with you're dirty lies!"

Both of his parents gave me a dirty look just before they disappeared, and I broke out into tears. Maybe they were right. Maybe I am just a sick little fuck after all...
Hey you guy! Just wanted to suggest that if you want to translate the argument, they are speaking Latin, and that's what they speak in most of the other stories, so if you want to go back and translate, go on ahead! But there is a little problem. After I translated those to check them, they didn't directly translate into what I wanted them to be, sorry. Just interpret it however you think seems the most reasonable 💩