“Could you do one where the reader is marks younger sister [ like 7-8] except when she’s busy in her room dark comes out and comes in her room and she sees him and she forces him to play tea party ?”
He was free of that wretched whelp’s clutches.
Dark rolled his shoulders, cracking his neck as he sighed free air.
Mark was clawing at the insides of his head, pulling on the restraints that Dark had placed on the imbecile’s conscious.
He’ll no doubt get free, Dark will give the worm enough credit in his attempts to gain control.
But Mark wouldn’t be quick enough. Dark had time to do as he pleased.
So, where should he begin his day?
Somewhere in the house, there was a gentle giggle. Dark’s head snapped towards the sound.
Mark bellowed inside his mind. His voice muffled by Dark’s influence.
“Interesting,” Dark said as he started towards the noise. “What are you hiding, Mark? Is there something you don’t want me to see?”
Another small laugh radiated through the house, leading Dark to a room adorn with stuffed toys and brightly colored walls.
Confusion raked Dark’s mind. Wait, this wasn’t Mark’s house. Where the hell was he?
A little head looked up at Dark from the middle of the room. A small girl was seated by a tiny set of chairs and a table. In those chairs were various stuffed toys, that each had small plates with plastic food on them.
“Mark!” The girl yelled excitedly. “Come join the tea-party!”
Dark’s mind whirled. Who was this….imp?
The girl got up and ran to Dark, grabbing his hand and yanking him into the room.
Dark felt his other half stiffen in his mind. Fear taking over Mark’s conscious as the girl smiled up at the entity.
“Come on, it’ll be fun!” She exclaimed cheerfully.
“What is fun about pretend tea?” That was the only thought that emerged from Dark’s mind. He was just as confused about himself as Mark was.
The girl giggled, “It’s always fun! You can have has much cake and tea as you want.”
But then the girl frowned slightly, “Do you prefer coffee?”
Dark blinked. Why was this goblin still clutching his hand?
Why wasn’t he doing anything about this goblin clutching his hand?!
Her name is (Y/N)! Mark yelled, his anger giving him enough strength to talk clearly.
The girl, (Y/N), released his hand and looked up at him with wide, worried eyes.
“Is everything ok?” She asked and Dark felt something twitched in his chest.
“Uhh, everything is fine.” He found himself saying. “Do you mind telling me where I am?”
“You’re at Mum’s house, silly.” (Y/N) replied. “Babysitting,” Her voice became bitter at the word and Dark chuckled.
“Ahh, I understand now.” He said, grinning. “Say, how fast can you run?”
Mark made a ruckus in Dark’s mind, but the entity shut him out. Smiling warmly as (Y/N) shrugged. “Well, how about we play a game of hide and seek-tag? Where you hide, I find you and have to chase you?”
It has been a while since he was in any sort of cat-and-mouse game. Dark found the thought very appealing. The child screaming, running as he-
“No, we’re playing tea-party!” (Y/N) said stubbornly.
Dark raised as eyebrow, crouching so he was somewhat at eye-level with the dwarf.
“Oh? And what if I want to play something else?” Dark challenged.
“Well you can’t,” The girl spat bitterly. “You’re playing with me!”
Before Dark could utter another word, (Y/N) stomped to her side of the table and plopped down on the carpet.
She crossed her arms and waited for Dark to move. The entity growled quietly, he didn’t have time for this.
You’re not going to win, Mark chuckled. That girl can get the whole family to sit and play tea-party with her. When she wants something, she gets it.
But Dark refused to be pushed around by a child. He stood to his full height, glaring down at the girl with black eyes.
“Like it or not, imp, I’m not going to play tea with your toys.” Dark growled, keeping his voice steady. “Now, get your ass outside before I loose my temper.”
(Y/N) poked her tongue at the entity. “You’re not the boss of me, Mark!”
Dark’s skin bristled and his fists curled into balls.
“I’m not Mark, you filthy rat!” Dark spat.
The girl recoiled under his anger, “M-Mark, what-what happened to your eyes?”
Dark faltered. His anger diminishing as he stared down at the trembling form of the child. Tears were forming and her bottom lip quivered.
Now look what you did! Mark yelled. You made her cry you fuck! I don’t expect much from you, Dark. But you could at least have the decency to not terrify a child!
Dark grumbled, looking over at the small mirror on the girl’s wall. His eyes were completely black and a slight red glow rimmed his body.
Sighing, he calmed his anger and returned his body to normal. Taking a slow step forward, he sat by the girl’s table.
“I prefer coffee over tea,” Dark said quietly.
(Y/N) sniffled, wiping her tears away and nodding. After a moment, her terror seemed to vanish and her smile was broad, not smug or victorious, just gleefully excited.
Dark watched as the girl pretended to pour tea into each of the tiny plastic cups around the table.
She grinned up at Dark, “Do you want biscuits or cake with your coffee?”
Dark’s mind was whirling. Was he seriously sitting at a child’s table being asked if he wanted a fake treat?
Just accept it and move on, Mark snapped. It’ll be over soon and you can do what you like. Just don’t hurt her.
“Biscuit,” Dark muttered irritably and (Y/N) placed a plastic biscuit on the plate by his “coffee”.
“Drink up!” (Y/N) said with a wide smile. She lifted her cup to her lips and pretended to sip on the drink.
Dark took the tiny saucer and cup in his hand. The small objects sat in the palm of his hand, and when he brought the rim of the cup to his lips, he was sure he’d accidentally swallow it.
Just so you know, I’m never going to let this down. Mark said in his head.
And Dark softly growled a warning, ignoring the confused gaze from the little goblin opposite him