[Genderfluid!Darkiplier]
Author's note:
First of all, I want to apologize, because this somehow didn't turn out the way I intended it to be. There are no funny ha-has and it's not flirty in any way, which this should have been.
Sooo you, Gay_Mustache_Demon, get a second one-shot that's actually gonna be as requested! I just would like to know if this is the description of fem Dark you imagined or if I should change some bits!
Still, I hope you and all you other lovely readers will enjoy this because it's something important to me, since I myself discovered to be genderfluid!
Without further ado, Enjoy!
Darkiplier had a hard time waking up.
All his bones ached and he felt every fiber in his body burning in the hot flames of hell. He groaned and turned around so he faced the ceiling.
That was the moment he noticed something was wrong. He could feel it, something was off. He turned again to lay on his side when he felt something soft touching his arm. He narrowed his eyes in confusion and struck the blanket away. His eyes widened as he saw the reason why his body ached; he had...changed. You could also say morphed or transformed or shape shifted. His black t-shirt he wore that night hung loosely down his slimmer frame as well as his short. He could clearly see his newly formed breasts underneath the clothing and started to slightly blush at that.
"W- What happened?" he asked out loud and put an unfamiliar elegant hand up to cover his mouth in surprise by the higher and softer voice that came out.
As Dark tried to find the answer to his problem and rummaged through his mind, a sudden knock appeared from his door and an all too familiar voice spoke up.
"Darkidoo, you awake?" asked the muffled voice of Wilford, his hand already on the door handle.
"Eh, yes! Everything's alright," Dark responded and talked as deep as she awkwardly could, in hopes to distract her lover from her now feminine voice.
"You alright there, love? You don't sound so good, should I go get the doc?"
"It's fine. Didn't sleep so well this night, that's all. I'll be up in a few."
After a pause filled with silence a reluctant "Okay" came from behind the door and footsteps clued that Wilford was on his merry way again.
"Dark! Are you finally listening to us?!" yelled one of the voices inside his head. Celine.
"Celine! What is going on? Why am I suddenly stuck in your body?"
"Okay, before you or Damien tell me to tell the truth; I'm not sure why. I suppose that it happened due to the fact that you share two different souls within one vessel and that the one you chose, Damien's, needs some time to recover. Like using a suit. You have worn it for some time now and used it almost to its breaking point, so you decided to use another one you have instead and send the old one to get repaired. This scheme can be projected on us. You pushed too hard for too long when using his appearance and now it needs time to heal back up. For the mean time, I gave you my body to use so you won't be unstable and slip between the void, the upside-down and reality."
"How long do you think I will have to stay in this form?"
"I can't tell you for sure but I expect it to be for a few days only, three at most. I suggest you to think of an explanation when meeting the others. For now, you should get ready, a dress to fit your new form should be in Wil's walk-in closet at the very left, lowest shelf, inside the old shoe box."
"Thank you, Celine. I'll try my best."
"I hope so for the sake of us."
- - - -
Dark stood in front of the mirror wearing a black dress that hugged her frame in all the right ways. It was one of the dresses Celine once owned. Dark looked almost exactly like her despite the fact of the lightly shimmering blue and red aura, the grey skin colour as well as the crimson eyes.
She took a deep breath and pushed the door handle down and entered the hallway. Dark looked left and right before heading towards the kitchen to get her morning coffee.
"Excuse me, lady, but what are you doing here?"
Dark froze in her spot and turned her head slightly to see Dr. Iplier standing there. Dark faced the ego completely now and put on her significant cold facade and stared him blank in the eye.
"I was invited by Darkiplier. I'm his... sister."
The doctor let his gaze wander over the woman before him with a suspicious glimmer. Dark on the other hand straightened his posture and huffed audible through her nose.
"Are you always staring at stranger woman for so long, doc?" she commented and clasped her hands behind her back. Iplier blinked a few times before shaking his head. His features softened and he put on an apologetic smile.
"I'm sorry. It's just that Dark never mentioned he had a sister. Talking about Dark, I guess you have seen him today, didn't you? Do you know where he is right now?"
Iplier walked up to Dark and they started heading towards where the kitchen was.
"Oh, he had to attend some business with this Anti-Character and said he would be away for some time. It was sudden and happened only one hour or so ago."
The doc only hummed in response when they entered the kitchen where he made them some coffee before making a little small talk. Soon after Dark said her goodbye and made her way back upstairs to the office where she locked herself in for the rest of the day until the late evening hours.
"Dark? Are you in there?"
A knock rung through the air as Wilford knocked on the wooden door, a worried glint in his pink shimmering eyes. He hadn't seen Dark the whole day, not at breakfast or lunch, hell, he didn't even show up for their usual 7 p.m. dinner.
Dark stayed silent as she waited for the only person in this world to go away, as she didn't want him to see her in this form.
"Dark, you can't just stay silent when we both know you're in there. No one else would dare to set a foot into your office," Wilford started to complain, "I haven't seen you the whole day. You missed out on breakfast, lunch and even our dinner! You never not go to our dinner, Dark! What's the matter?"
The entity stayed silent as she put the pen in her hand carefully down and stared at the door in thoughts. Her eyebrows narrowed as she had this bad feeling brewing up in her stomach.
"I really think you shouldn't-"
"I'M COMING IN."
With a loud bang, the door slammed open as Wilford kicked it down and entered the scene.
"Dark, for the love of god, can you just talk to me on-" Before he finished his sentence, Wil stopped himself as his eyes went wide and he stood there mouth agape.
"Wilford, it's not what you think it is." Dark was standing at this point, a shiver running up her spine as she walked around the massive desk and up to her partner.
Wilford stood there star-struck. He didn't know what to think, what to do. This person looked, sounded and moved similar to Celine. He even though he could see her pale skin through the layers of grey covering her form.
"C-celine. Is that you...?" he asked in hopes, eyes starting to tear up. Was this a hallucination again? Did he dream? Was all of this just one big joke?
"Wilford... I-"
"Celine. My beautiful Celine. How much I've missed you." Before Dark knew what would come upon her, Wilford had her in a crushing hug, tears of joy running down his face.
"You can't imagine how much I've missed you, my dear. I though you would be gone forever. I thought I could never see you or Damien again! Don't you ever do this to me again! I can't survive another time of falling into madness."
At this point Wilford started sobbing into her shoulder and Dark sighed deeply as her heart felt heavy, sinking from her chest into her stomach. Dark patted his back and let the man cry on her shoulder.
"It's okay. I'm here now. You don't have to worry anymore, Wilford. I'm here for you."
Even now, in this form and uncomfortable situation, Dark would be there for Wilford. No matter what would happen. They would be always by his side.
Always.