summary: dark's beauty sleep got interrupted. he's not a happy camper.

Dark's dreams, contrary to what one might expect, did not contain torture or gruesome pain. Instead, it was filled with faceless people worshiping and loving him like he deserved. They followed his every command, and fulfilled his every need. It was a two-way street, of course: he gave them their heart's desires, and listened to their joys and sorrows, when it was convenient to him.

Of course, it had to be interrupted by yelling and gunfire.

By the time he had finished restraining the people responsible, he realized that A) he wasn't fully awake, or even aware of his previous actions, until now; B) there were two armed men screaming in the room; and C) Anti was giving him the most disapproving look ever directed at him.

"What the hell is going on here?" Dark decided to ask.

Anti gestured towards the men hovering mid-air, struggling with the shadows. "Humans very murder, such try, so much fail. Wow." He then jabbed the shadows restraining him. "Are you going to take these off me, or will I have to do it myself?"

A small part of him wanted to keep Anti, the little shit, restrained to teach him his place, but a larger part of him pointed out that not only did that sound like gay BDSM gone wrong, Anti was also very likely to do something earth-shattering and attention-grabbing just to free himself. Dark decided discretion was the better part of valor, and loosened his shadows, setting Anti on the ground.

Anti didn't even say anything, but only glared at him. Dark noted that he had a knife in one hand, and the blue T-shirt he wore was now covered with bullet holes and blood.

"What happened to you?"

Anti looked at the shrouded ceiling, and screamed in frustration, almost breaking Dark's ears. "It's 6 AM, these guys are suckers, you're a loser, and I want coffee. See ya." And with that, Anti disappeared.

Huh. Guess Dark wasn't going to get answers out of that guy. He then turned to the two armed men, who had quieted down and stared at him, one in fear and one in hatred. Suddenly aware of his probably disheveled appearance, he smoothed back his hair and fixed his tie and jacket.

"My apologies for my... acquaintance. I am called Darkiplier, but you may refer me as... Lord or Master. I would like to know what has occurred during my... absence."

"We ain't telling you shit," the angry-looking man replied. His scared companion merely whimpered.

Dark sighed, then slammed the angry-looking man hard on the floor three times. When he stopped, the man bled from his forehead and looked like he was about to pass out.

The scared man began talking.

"Oh my god please don't kill us we heard distress signals from a facility miles away that suddenly disappeared and we got a call that someone found a dead guy in his truck and then someone tipped us off that there were two suspicious looking guys who checked into this motel so we came here and we found you and the other guy woke up and got angry and tried to kill us please don't kill us our insurance doesn't cover—"

Dark held up a hand, and the scared man shut his mouth, stopping his word-salad explanation. Frankly, Dark was impressed with how much information the man said in under a minute.

"I see. So you are... people who investigate strange things, yes?"

The scared man nodded. Figures, it was time for damage control.

"Now here... is what you will do. You will... walk out of this place like you saw... nothing. You will speak of this... to no one. You will not send anymore of your kind... after us. If we meet again... my colleague and I will not be as... kind as to leave you alive. This is your only chance. Do not try to come back... or find us again."

The scared man's face clammed up, like he was struggling with the decision. But after a few seconds, he nodded again. Smart move.

"Good. Now... LEAVE!"

Dark called back his shadows, flooding the room once again with light. As soon as the scared man was free, he grabbed his friend and hauled him out of there.

Now that Dark had the room to himself, he looked around it. Nothing was out of order, except for the crater in the wall where Anti probably slammed one of the men into. Trust Anti to leave his messes for Dark to clean up.