“Hi, I don’t know if you take requests for you dark!side Scripts, but I really wanted to know what would happen if she met Dark. And if you stumbled upon the meeting!!! Thaaanks”
Oh! I didn’t expect someone to want a fic about Scripts!
Hope you enjoy.
Scripts didn’t quite understand how she managed all this.
She put it all down to sheer, dumb luck. Something she gladly accepted. Because without it, she would be dead.
“Let me out,” Dark, yes, the Darkiplier, growled. “And you’re death will be quick.”
Scripts had her back to him. A stupid thing to do, but it was the only way she could keep Dark from seeing the shocked expression until she composed herself.
Her luck started when her lure had worked. Dark appeared, seeking the information she had craftily passed in his direction.
Then the luck advanced when Dark lost his temper and stepped into the circle of markings on the floor. He had been so enraged by the lies she spun that his caution flew out the window.
Finally, her luck exploded when the markings were strong enough to keep Dark from using his abilities on her or taking another step closer.
They were faint inside her head. She couldn’t stop him completely, but his power was weak enough to ignore with enough will-power.
She had the Darkiplier in her basement. But…..what was she going to do with him? She hadn’t expected to get this far.
Scripts looked up when she heard footsteps stomping down the basement stairs.
Her good mood soured when Scribbles entered the underground space.
“Scripts, what on earth are you doing down……” Scribbles eyes widened when she hit the bottom stair. Her green eyes staring, open mouthed at the entity in the center of the room. “That….That better not be…I’m dreaming. I’m having a nightmare!”
Scripts rushed over to Scribbles, grabbing her arm firmly and yanking her to the back of the room.
“Ow! Ok, not dreaming. Dark is actually-”
“Yes.” Scripts hissed angrily. Shoving Scribbles into a wall. “Now shut up. What hell are you doing here?”
“This is my house! I live here.” Scribbles snapped. “What the fuck is Darkiplier doing in my basement? Why do you have a fucking Darkiplier in my basement?”
“That is a very good question, my dear.” Dark said, his impatient tone replaced by a smoother drawl. “I’d like to know that myself.”
Scripts pointed a finger at Dark, “Shut it. I’ll deal with you in a moment.”
Dark curled his lip, glowering coldly. “I’d watch that tongue, young one. This little circle won’t hold me for long. I’ll get out eventually, and it would be less fatal to you if we part ways on good terms.”
Scripts faltered, something Scribbles hasn’t seen her do before.
“Ok, seriously. How the hell did you manage this?” Scribbles hissed in a whisper.
“Dumb luck.” Scripts replied with venom. “Sheer, dumb luck. I didn’t think any of this would work.”
That was the good thing about Scripts. She was blunt, no beating around the bush when it came to answers. Something Scribbles was concerned about right now.
“And you still tried?” Scribbles exclaimed. “I may not like you, but I worry about what would happen to you if Dark got his hands on you. You tricked him didn’t you! Scripts you idiot! Do you realise what you’ve done? This is….he’s gone.”
Scripts froze. “What?”
Scribbles’ eyes were wider than before, her face empty of blood. She grabbed her evil half by the shoulders and spun her around to look at the room.
The ink circle was empty and Scripts could feel the pressure in the room increasing.
It was getting colder, the light-bulbs hanging from the ceiling were losing their brilliance.
If Dark was loose, why wasn’t she dead?
“Right….” Scripts moved back to stand behind Scribbles. “Take one for the team, girl.”
With a rough shove Scribbles was sent hurtling into the center of the room. Her feet stumbled across the ink markings and she instantly felt dread surge through her body.
She cried out and fell to her knees. Her body trembling with the sudden intrusion of Scripts power.
However, her dread was replaced by fear when she noticed a pair of shiny shoes in front of her.
Scribbles scrambled back, hitting an invisible wall as she tried to get away from Dark’s sneering gaze.
“Oh, so he’s still trapped.” Scripts sighed with relief. “Good. Scribbles, entertain him while I go get something.”
“What?” Scribbles couldn’t tear her eyes away from the entity. “Scripts! Don’t leave me here with him!”
“Sorry!” Scripts replied song-like, her voice void of any warmth. “I’ll be back soon.”
But as Scripts climbed the stairs, the basement door slammed closed with a thunderous bang!
Scripts sighed irritably and turned on her heel to stomp down the stairs.
She approached the circle, keeping her distance as she crossed her arms over her chest and arched an eyebrow.
“Open the door, Dark.” She demanded.
“You’re not going anywhere till I am freed.” Dark replied with a deep rumble.
“That’s not going to happen.”
“Then you’ll be trapped down here until I break this seal,” Dark said with a roll of his head. “And trust me, you don’t want to make me wait.”
Scripts huffed a laugh, “If you could break out of that circle, I’d be dead already.”
“Although this is true, I’ll admit you are stronger than I anticipated. I applaud you for your craftsmanship, but it won’t hold me for long.” Dark glanced down at Scribbles. Causing her to swallow audibly and flinch as he moved to face her.
“And you, foolish girl, what part do you have to play in this?”
“N-Nothing. I just got home from work.” Scribbles explained. “Honest. I didn’t know Scripts was here until I heard voices.”
Dark hummed softly and returned his attention to Scripts.
“You have twenty seconds to remove these markings yourself before I break them. I will not ask again, child.”
“You in a rush?” Scripts asked, a little cockily. But her fingertips began to drip with ink as she felt her power in the markings loosen.
“I am a busy man,” Dark said stonily. “And my patience is wearing thin.”
Scripts stepped back, her arms unraveling from her chest and ink flowed from her hands, dripping onto the floor as the markings frayed and cracked.
Scribbles got to her feet, staring as the black seals on the ground disappeared in a small burst of black flames.
Dark lunged at Scripts, his fist crashing into her cheek and his other hand snaking up to clasp around her throat.
“A newborn child,” Dark hissed as he slammed Scripts into the concrete wall. “You’re just as foolish as an infant. I’ll teach you a harsh lesson on respect, rodent.”
Dark threw Scripts onto the ground, his shoe catching her ribs and sending her flying across the room. Shadows surged forward, swallowing her in its mass.
Scripts lashed out at the clawing darkness. Her ink only splattering against the walls, slicing through the wooden table near the struggle.
Tendrils of black liquid snaked across the ground to grab at Dark’s ankles. But his foot came crashing down on the limbs and Scripts screamed in pain.
“Err, Dark, sir..” Scribbles stuttered, braving to step forward. “If you wouldn’t mind, I have neighbors and this racket would probably get me a complaint.”
She felt cold as Dark regarded her. Her body was screaming at her to run, but his gaze had locked her feet into the ground.
“You are correct,” Dark finally said after a moment. “This little pest is quite a noise-maker. I’ll take her somewhere more fitting.”
Dark waved his hand and Scripts flailing form disappeared in the expanding mass of shadows. To which sank into the ground and vanished.
Scribbles seized up when Dark passed her. A cold presence flowed through her and she felt as if her body had been dunked in ice-water.
“And for future reference,” Dark stalled on the stairs to speak. “If your little pet irritates me again, you will be joining her in class.”
Dark smoothed down his suit jacket and continued up to the top of the stairs. He left the basement door open and as the pressure lifted, light and warmth flooded into the room.