Lights (Darkiplier x reader)

Trust needed pt. 1

The soft silky covers engulfing me slipped off the bed and fell on the floor below me. As they did, icy fingers rested on my arm, I shivered and moaned, rolling away still asleep. Once my body relaxed and on the other side of the bed, my right arm and leg slumped down, touching the ground. Immediately, the cold sensation returned on my skin.

This time, it had divided into two spots; both on each of my right acres, pulling me under the bed. Groggily, I sighed and looked around in the darkness to see what was going on. The tugging gradually increased as I tried to retrieve my whole body on the mattress, not entirely awake.

"What the hell?" I whispered, now becoming more aware of the situation. 

Subsequently, my nails dug in the fabrics in an attempt to not fall down, making the hands' grasp to stiffen and secure around me even more. In conjunction, whispers surfaced from underneath me.

None the less, my heart thumped and I forcefully drew back only to have them snatch me towards them stronger. I landed on the ground with a thud and a shriek. The two hands hugged me around the waist, dragging me under the bed.

"Dark?" 

"Dark?!"

Becoming more aware of what was happening, I hit and scratched the person taking me down the black hole that was suprisingly unnoticeable in Dark's bedroom. 

"Let me go, you asshole!" 

While shouting for help, the pit swallowed me up, throwing me in its empty void. 

A proliferation of whishers attacked my ears and I clasped my palms on the sides of my head. The gibberish got fainter or.. louder? Is it possible for something to pass as quiet if  loud enough? My head is spinning, I think. I don't know.

Where am I? Where. Am. I?  I don't want to be here. I never asked for this. Who took me here?  

"H- Hello?" I walked straight towards nowhere. "Please, someone?" 

"̶̬̃̋͊́́N̴͉̖̗̠̼̈́͂ǫ̷͍̌͑̌,̸̧̪̘͉̠͕̃̈́ ̴͎̞̩͚̥̞̫͆͛̽̓̌͝ W̶̨̡̡̢̡͙͖̫̠̘̲̪͚̬̱̭̫͚͔̣͚̖̲͙̫͎̫̠̥̜͖͖̗̪̺̖̺͍̭͙̺̯͕͇̻̳̹̝̼̥͍͎͍̖̥̩̪͚͔̦̼̪̜̮̰̺̫͚͖̤̪̬̟̮̪̮͔̲̼͙̜̹̥̱̭͙̻̳̖͍͉̫̝̦̻̖̫̠̝̭͕̟̲̮͇͎̼͔͈̲̞̄͑̆̌͂͆̔̔̾͗̋̑͊̽̏͗̐̔̑̉͆̔̈́͆͛̀̈́̀̊̉̆̒̅̈́̃́̊͐̾̊̔̋̍̊̒̃̚̚̕̚͘̕̚͜͜͝͝͝͝͝ͅͅͅͅͅį̷̡̧̧̡̛̹̰͓̺̙͈͇͓̥̟̫̟̰̲̤̹̰̠͕̞̭͍̯̻̥̝̯̙͔̼̙̗̲̬̭̼̰͓̭̮̰̥̯̞͎̦̭͙̿͋̿̍̀̾̐͐͂̓̆̃̍̑̔͒͛̒̈́̐̄̄͋̾͛͛͑̐́͊̉͌̽̿̇̇͑̽͛̉͆̎̀̒͆͒͐͋͆͌͋̑̂͌̽͒̇̈͂̅̃̌̌̆̍̈́̽͂̽̓͒͂̀̏̔̈́̒͒͛̀̆͌͌́̉̊̃̃̔̊̉̑̾͌̈́͑̄̌͛͊͛̽̽͗͆̂͊̀̏͂̈͗͛̐͒̋̏̓͘̕͘̚͘̚͘͘͘̕͜͠͝͝͝͝͝ͅͅͅḷ̸̨̨̬̳̜̬̦̜̠͙̦̪̺̣̖͉̳͕̯̜̣̯̙̪͕̠̣̻̲̪̟̮͖̤͉͇̼̗̹̮̗̩͙͔̱̳̝͕̰̣͎̩̹̪̲͓̳͎̻͎̺̻͎̩̯̺̙͚̠̠̟͇̭̬͈͔̘͍̝̬͚̭̬̲͕̹͍̖͎̝̩̗̘̬̭͈͍̙͎̜̟͎̹̝͎̭̣̪͇͎̖͎̜̗̘̟̝̩͍͛̀̐̈́̀̀̀̊̄͆̎́̀̾̉͆̄́͛͐̍̈́̃̊̀̔́͋̏̀͐́̿̆̇͊̇̄̑̾̇̿͑̇̿̃͗͋̿̚̚̕͘̕͜͜͜͝͝͠͝͝ͅͅͅͅͅļ̵̢̧̧̡̡̡̢̧̨̡̡̢̡̡̛̗͕͍̟͓̮̤̦̭̥͙̯̗̼͙̳̖͚͎̳͚̱̠͓̤̬͚̙̺̙̩̳̜̜͓̙̰̩͓̙̤͙͚͍̤͉̳̬͔̖̱̳̫̱̯͉̤̬̬̙̟͇̞̺̞̯͉̹̰͙͎̩͇̺̩̘͈̙̬̺͚̥͈̼͍̤̖̰̯̣̺̝̼͔̻̪͖͉̯̣̤̱̜̓͂̊̓͋͒̉̎̋͑̅̊̃͆̍̆̾̈́̓́̅̋͌̌̋͌͒̍̇́͌͊͗͐͌̋͋̂͑̒̅̀̽̓͊̈́̃͌̌̔̅͆͊͊́̈́̀͒̈̐̑͒̇̓̈̈́͋͐͌̾̕̕͘̚͘͜͜͜͜͝͠͠͠͠ͅͅͅͅi̴̢̧̡̼̦͓̗̰̘̤͖̝̥̪̝̝̫̲̝̦̥͈͈͇̱̫̠̭͕̟͓̟͉̫͖̜͓̩͠a̶̢̨̧̧̧̢̛̻̙̲͎̞̼̤̹̭̩̥̹̞̟̟̘̮̤̹͖̗̳̠̜͇̪̥͓̟̳̬̩̗̪̲̲̣͕̳̖͎͖̦̜͕̝͈̻͍̟̰̩̻̟̦̣̣̹͇̠̗̭͓̣͉̩̗͉̬̭̖̦̳̦̼̩̹͍̹̰̾̇̄̉̐̊̋̾̓͂͆̊̌̔̐̓̽̊͗́̏̊̆̽͛̾̾̿̀̀̀̿̀̔͌͌͗͒̾̈́̒̆͆͌̅͂͑̎̄́͆̈́̀̋͑̀͌͗͑̅̉̒́̀͌͆̽͋̆͑͊̾̊̅̈́̓̍͌̃́͛͋̾̒͐̏̓̕͘͘̚̚̚͠͝͝͝͠͠͠͠ͅm̴̢̡̡̲͍̥͙̼̪͈̫̯͚̙̤̞̠̤̖͍͙̫̜̺̪͕̳̘̺̗͕̝̭̲̙̞̟͉͇̈́̎̄̂̿̏̀̾̍̈́͂́̏̀̎̃̃͆́̑̋̎̿̐͆̽̒̉̏̐̊̃͋͌̀͘̚̕̕̕͘͜