Hey ! Just here to talk to you about the story in itself. It's just an idea that came through my mind with all the Antisepticeye & Darkiplier things, with my own style. Remember it's just a fanfiction, and I decided to add some original characters just to give it more than just both of them.
Obviously, I don't own Jacksepticeye or even Markiplier, neither the other youtubers that might show up on the following. Antisepticeye & Darkiplier respectively belong to Jacksepticeye & Markiplier. Thanks, and enjoy the read ! ~
The light. A strong representation of what she hated the most. It was like having to deal with something that was making her extremely uneasy. Like she was upset all the time and, moreover, it was like her own shadows were mocking her. They were flickering in the border between light and darkness, trying to acquire all her attention just to take her down from behind. She even despised the sun, mostly the summer's one. It was just too shiny, too much warm for her to handle. Oh, how she hated the heat. She was way much better while in the cold, and she rather wanted to see snow than a murdering sun. Being all warm and bright just wasn't like her.
However, she met a shiny one. Bran literally was her sunshine, the only person on the earth that could make her smile. He used to spend a lot of time with her, trading her usual fighting for a good laugh. But that was what lead him to his end. He was the only hope she had. The only one that, on day, she would come on the light too. That she would start smiling and laughing as he used to, just like he wanted to see her. Like how she was in her very inside. But she wasn't one to smile a lot, and Bran just reminded her why she wasn't allowed to do so. Not that she couldn't or shouldn't feel anything, but that dreadful things tended to happen to her. That, when you were nearing her, you were risking your own life. And she remembered it the hard way.
Bran died suddenly, trying to protect his love. He used his body as a barrier between her and their enemies, the hunter – as they named themselves – just to let her flee. But she didn't, fighting instead to try to save her soulmate. Unfortunately, all the time she spent laughing with him wasn't spend into training, so she had lost most of her technics. She could only count on her instinct, and he was bad when she was near Bran. Because it was blurred by her emotions. Love took over the war, and she despised what she had become. She managed to kill the one that was near her, but she couldn't handle the other ones. They just magically fled when they took her love down, letting her deal with her own hatred. Bran didn't even have the time to tell her goodbye.
So, she decided not to let her mind being fooled anymore. She wouldn't search for someone to hang out with, so she wouldn't be in danger. So, she wouldn't put them in danger. Weeks passed while she trained, acquiring new fighting skills and remembering the older ones. She then started to chase down every single hunter that crossed her path, tearing them apart or biting them to their death.
Obviously, she ended up almost dying. She was covered in bruises, bleeding to her death, left alone in the middle of the woods as she had managed to escape them. She should have died by the loss of blood, but she somehow survived. And there she was, laying on her back, her head turned into the sky. Black, just as she liked it. But full of stars. Too shiny, she thought. Her eyesight was a messy blur, the earth spinning around her. Every single part of her was hurting, burning like in a fire. But the most painful one was the wound at her neck, tearing it open to reveal its inside. Obviously, she couldn't have any idea of what it looked like. But she was sure it was alarming and disgusting.
Her hands clawed the earth beneath her as she felt a wave of pain along her back, gritting her teeth to keep her suffering moans for herself. Her eyes shut and she sighed intensively, just feeling a weight on her stomach. Then, nothing. The pain eased and she managed to open her eyes again, watching the green figure just before it disappeared. She could only catch the sight of full black eyes. Then, she felt a presence on her right, higher than her. It must have settled on a tree, watching her like the shadows had before.
She then heard them – the shadows – talk about her. They were whispering about how she was going to die if he did nothing, about how she was losing her own light. Then, they mentioned "the greed form standing on a branch", and it seemed they asked him to end her suffering. That was it. She was going to die. She wanted to tell them to go away, to let her alone, when the figure let out an insane laugh. A high pitched one that gave her the chills. Then, she tried to speak. She wanted to tell them all the hatred she had in her, to let her self-despise guide her mind. But she felt the blood on her mouth and remained silent. Fucking shit, she growled in her head. Just fucking end it now so we can get it over with.
Again, a laugh. A serious one though, just like he sided with her instead of choosing the shadows. She heard feet touching the ground and someone approaching. Then, she felt like it was watching her. Enjoying her pain. Fuck off, go away, or end me. That's all you're gonna have.
"You will die", it said.
A sweet masculine voice with a little bit of bestiality in it, high pitched and mocking her all the way. If it was going to be the last thing she had to hear, she wouldn't mind. It was kind of nice to listen to, and she closed her eyes one more time to just concentrate on it, noticing a kind of glitch as if he was speaking through a malfunctioning microphone.
"Don't dream to much, dear. That was a statement, n-not a question. You're not going to make it."
Then, she noticed the Irish accent he had. She learned the variations in his tone, as if he was a little sad about her death. As if he didn't expect her life to come to its end. Or maybe was he playing with her mind? Hell, she didn't have any idea. All she knew was that he was right, that she was going to die if she didn't do anything about it. But what could she just do to save herself?