Really short, somewhat poetic (but can be read as not) take on Mandark. This is just in the Dexter's lab universe. I like it. Kinda.
I don't know. Am I allowed to feel pride for this?
Mandark thrived in darkness.
He would do his studies in darkness, eat in darkness, play videogames in darkness when he had nothing else to do. He could talk to himself in darkness, and feel his footsteps move the darkness. It would shift and settle around him as his foot landed, making room for the King of Night, the Dark Princeā¦
Mandark.
Mandark hated the darkness.
He wanted the light.
He wanted the bright sunshine and beaming rays of luminescence blessed to those who could sustain the light. He wanted, wanted, wanted, but lived, lived, lived, in the darkness, without a choice.
He wanted the blonde hair and blue eyes.
Hell, he wanted the red hair and blue eyes.
Both of them could live in the sun. They could both live in the sun's arms, embraced by the halo of light. The halo of light he would never achieve. The halo of light he wanted.
But would never live in.
Because Mandark thrived in darkness.
Where Mandark thrives, he stays.
I imagine Mandark would swear internally but just fume angrily on the outside, swaddling himself in his cloak and hiding in an emo-corner.
I don't own this. Well, the words and plot thingamabob is mine, but the characters aren't. I don't know!
