#Reaper Yandereplier

[the-real-bubblegum-bitch]

Psychopathic Passion

Summary: Dark and Wilford kill someone and it’s Darkstache.

Word count: 820

Tws: Blood, gore, kidnapping.

Thanks to @pleaseletthisjimbetaken for help with the idea. @the-asexual-reaper

“Dark!” Wilford called, a hand already wrapped around his wrist and pulling a little. “I wanna show you something, come on!”

Dark smiled. “Alright, what is it?”

“It’s a surprise! Come on and see!”

Dark let Wil pull him down the halls like a child until they got to the sub-basement. This room was mostly empty, the floor and walls concrete, the heater clattering away in one corner. This was the room Yandereplier liked to use for his… devices, though some of the other sadistic egos used it from time to time as well. In the center of the room was a middle-aged man, tied to a chair with duct tape on her mouth.

“No, Wil.” Dark said, firmly. He supposed it was Celine and Damian’s reaction rather than the house’s.

“Pleeease, Darkie-moo?” Wilford batted his eyelashes, trying to look as irresistible as possible. “It’d help you let off steam! Plus, I can’t stop thinking about how nice you’d look all covered in blood and shiny!”

“No, William” Dark started back up the steps when Wilford started begging. “PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE? PLEEEEEEEASE?”

Dark stopped. Gah, he knew Wil would never stop begging if he didn’t give in eventually. Plus, he had been meaning to let off steam.

“…Fine. I suppose if you really want to.”

“YAY!” Wilford’s face lit up and he clapped, happily.

“But only because I know you’ll bug me about it until I do!”

Wilford chuckled. “Oh, come on babe, you know it’s because you love me!”

Dark sighed. “Yes, I know.”

When Dark was at the bottom step, Wil started approaching the victim as he yelled muffled words. “Aww, don’t worry! You’ll make the world a much better place by dying!” This particular man would, at least. Wil picked a victim who deserved to disappear for a little while, in his eyes.

Wil pulled out his gun and offered it to Dark, but Dark refused. “Babe, if we’re gonna do this, we’re doing it my way.” He smirked, summoning a big knife from the kitchen.

Wil sheathed his gun and pulled out a pocket knife. “Whatever you say, Darky-moo!”

Dark ripped the tape off the man’s mouth, letting him scream, but instead he just shivered. “P-please… I’m sorry, d-don’t hurt me!”

Dark chuckled. “You’ve never met my boyfriend and I, have you?”

He dragged the knife along the man’s cheek, lightly. “We like hearing our victims beg. It makes it all the more satisfying.”

Suddenly, the man screamed, blood started spurting onto Dark’s suit. He looked over to find that the source was Wil’s knife stuck in the man’s knee.

Wilford giggled. “Couldn’t help myself!”

Dark smiled at him. “Yes, I’m getting impatient as well. Let’s see what’s inside of you, shall we?”

Smirking, Dark put his knife into the man’s upper chest, then started to drag it down to his stomach. The act pierced the man’s nerves and covered Dark in blood, making the man scream like hell and causing Dark to laugh, deeply and madly.

Wil reached for Dark’s knife, which Dark let him take since he was going to explore the man’s organs. Said man was still just barely alive as Dark pulled out his intestines. Dark chuckled, maliciously, while Wil took the knife and licked up its edge.

Dark reached up into the ribs and wrapped his hand around the man’s heart as it stopped. It felt so satisfying to feel the mass of muscle thud in his hand and slow to a stop.

Wil picked up an axe from one corner of the room and swung it down into the body’s knee, letting more blood squirt everywhere, then after a moment and a little preparation got Dark’s attention.

“Hey Dark,” Will said, distracting him from the feeling of watching the light in the man’s eyes fade. He had a section of the man’s guts wrapped around his neck. “Intestine boa!”

Dark hummed in amusement. “Oh, William.” The room smelled strongly of iron as he pulled his hand out of the slit, walking instead over to Wil. He rolled the section of intestine off Wilford’s shoulders, putting his bloody arms around his lover’s neck instead.

“You look so cute covered in blood like this, William.” Wil’s shirt and pants were irregularly stained red, creating patterns that seemed to please the eye.

“Thank you, Dark,” he slurred, blushing. “You look even more amazing than I thought you would,” Wil returned, “the way the red contrasts with the black and white, it’s so pretty!” He giggled, looking Dark over before he pulled Wil into a deep, bloody kiss, dipping him, tasting the liquid life all in his mouth.

The two blood-splattered lovers held each other in tight embrace as the axe dropped from Wil’s hand. Clean up would be relatively easy later, Bim would enjoy most of it. But for now, they just held each other’s hands and relaxed happily into the moment of psychopathic passion.

[dustywarbler]

Vintage!Egos - Names List

Just so you guys don’t get lost trying to figure out characters based on their names, here’s the names for the Egos in my Vintage!Egos fic. At the end of each chapter I’ll post a link back to this post so it’s easier to remember who’s who! :D

Markisonas

William Ford - Wilford Warfstache

Lewis Iplier - Dr Iplier

Eugene King - King Of The Squirrels

Kaleo George Smith - The Author/Host

Bim Frederick Trimmer

Hugo Clarke - Googleplier

Benjamin Clarke - Bingiplier

Kurai, Akumi - Yandereplier (written as last name, first name)

Damien Blue 

Celine Sybil Redgrave 

JacksepticEgos

Chase Brody

Dr Henrik Von Schneeplestein

Marvin Price - Marvin the Magnificent

Tyrone Jackman - Jackieboy Man

Angus Finch - Angus the Survival Hunter

Robbie Young - Robbie the Zombie

Shawn Flynn

Jameson Jackson

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