#still screaming at everything! no carpet in this house to destroy tho

[waspgrave]

Look at her in her little outfit and not paying rent

[thedarkmarkdamien]

Warning: Angst, child death,  Special visit from someone tho. If you can find all the easter eggs lemme know

Still accepting prompts despite this emotionally destroying me 

It came as a shock to everyone. A sudden end to a very lively life.

In the days between then and the funeral, no one had seen or heard from Dark and Wilford. They had come to the house, only to be warped to the front gate. A clear sign they wanted to be left alone.

The explosion came from Dark.

Wilford, had been wandering the house, he had been calling Tobias’ name again and again. Dark has asked him what he was doing.

“Looking for Toby.”

“He’s dead Wilford.”

“He’ll be fine. He’ll be back.”

“He’s not coming back!”

“He will! You’ll see Dark its all just a joke!” Wilford had said with a laugh, a grin so wide it hide the tears in his eyes.

Dark’s shell had cracked, reality around them warped beyond control, things shattered and broke. The lights went out, and everything doubled. Tripled. Expanded and contracted. It was too loud as though the very universe was screaming rage.

“I̼̱̝͙̻̼̜̺̺̜̾̆̈͑̓̒t̴̨̜̙̟̻͔̯͐̇͂̓͢͝͡ͅs̡̙̼̥̰͈͋̔̒͌͑̃ n̵͚̭̻̯̮̘͔̩̄̈́̍̎̍͟ơ̷̡̢͕͖̭̞̾͂͗̈̊̒͘͝͠ͅt̡̡͈̮̥̜͂́̽̉͑̊̿͢͠͠ ą̴͔͎̫̥̝̠͚͂̎̈́̂̂̀́͑́ f̸̨̮͉̻̤̖̯̜͔̖̒̎̈́̑̈́͋u̴̢̦̖̫͈̦̓́̈́̆̂̽̿c̷̖̖̰̠͖̬̝̥͛̀̈͂͊͜͞͝k̢͓̜̮̭̟̯̺̔̈́͑̃̑͘̕i̢͖̼̬̮̾̿͐̿̀͞n̛̙̼͚͙̫̺͉̺͈̉̐̈́̃̾̀̈́̅̚͟g̺̻̳̹̥͕͖̱̎͌̾̀̌̕͢͞͝ͅ j̡̢͔̻̙̞̺̙̊̇̅̎̓̂̌̀͢ǫ̢̬͉͙͈̲̀͒́͑̂k̛̰̰̟̜̩͉̽͆̈̔̽͡e̡͎͕̬̥͖͒́̿͛̑!̶̧̡͓̠̩̣̠̬́͆͂̽̚͢!” Dark had screamed as things around them

shattered. “He’s not coming back! He is DEAD WARFSTACHE. WE HAVE TO BURY HIM!” Dark had screamed. Raged. And when he finally gained control, he was left looking at Wilford who had crumpled to the floor, hands over his head, sobbing in a mixture of pain and fear. Remnants of their furniture laying around him.

Dark never felt so old before.

He finally felt the age seeping into his bones, making him tired. He closed his eyes.

The day they had to bury him came faster than they would have liked. It had been a small ceremony... not many words had been spoken. Wilford sat on a chair, unable to stand. As Dark looked at him, he didn’t see Wilford...something inside of him was screaming out to comfort William. William we have to go to William!

He pushed those feelings down.

The Ego’s had come. They had all brought gifts to go into the coffin. Small toys. Letters the boy wouldn’t never know how to read... pictures...  Doctor Iplier had made sure to put Tobias’ bear into the coffin before it was closed.

Everyone was edging around Dark... not sure how to react to him... he wasn’t crying. But he certainly wasn’t calm. His shell kept cracking, shifting to show a him screaming in what appeared agony.

His son was dead. A piece of him had died... taken from him.

Dark was happy for the silence.

When it came to carry the coffin, Dark swears he never held something so heavy before...  he’s been to funerals. Damien and Celine had both been to their fair share. And Damien had been a pallbearer.

The coffins had been so much bigger...

and yet, they had weighed less.

They were light as feathers compared to Tobias...

The Jim’s had offered to do it when Dark found he couldn’t walk. It had knocked him out of his trance and he growled at them to leave him be. He could do it.

Get away from his son.

And when the coffin was lowered, Wilford had finally fallen quiet, staring off into space, a familiar lost look over his features.

Dark had gone into the main building to get away from the others. Too many tears on too many Ego’s faces. Dark wandered the halls for a bit before coming to a small part. Alone he broke down. Agony ripped through him agian, and like before at the house, everything was destroyed. Windows had shattered. The carpet torn... Dark didn’t even bother caring about the idea of paying for it... for now he stared ahead of himself, seething, trying to get himself under control.

He fell to his knees, breathing heavy as he tried to gain control...

he felt a hand on his shoulder, and he snapped at them to leave. But they didn’t.

He didn’t turn around.

Instead Dark hung his head... and started to cry. He didn’t know how long. But it was hard, wrenching sobs that gave him a headache. That hand never left.

Not until he calmed down. The hand pulled back. Dark heard them walk away, and turned to look over his shoulder to see who it was. All he saw was flash of black and red. Which ego wore flannel?

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It was back at home did Dark really understand how much he missed his boy.

The house was ... quiet.

He had always wished for quiet... but now he couldn’t hear a tv... or whatever toy Tobias was playing with... wouldn’t hear him talking to that stuffed bear... and he couldn’t hear his excited giggles and Wiflords loud laughter.

The house was completely... and utterly... silent.

It was deafening.

It had been days.

And Dark wasn’t used to it. And he found himself wandering the house a bit aimlessly. Stopping outside the closed bedroom door. He never went in. Never wanted to see the bright colored bedding and all the toys that still lay on the floor. He didn’t want to see the painted blue walls that clashed with everything, or the pink curtains Wilford had insisted upon. The small furniture and drawings taped to the wall.

His hand always rested on the handle but never... turned it.

It felt like the house wouldn’t let him.

The house-

...

The house.

It was a thought that hit Dark like a train. The house. No... its impossible... No ... its...

The thought wouldn’t leave him alone.

Nobody really died in this house? Did they? Dark had made a point of not letting anyone die in the house since the poker night so long ago.. but... surely..

He stared at the closed door.

Nobody really died in this house...

all they needed was someone to find them...

and a body.

Dark without even thinking was warping to the Jim’s newstation.

The world bent around him and he ignored the looks of terror as one Jim was pressed against the wall by his throat.

“I need you to do a little favor for me.” He whispered and Jim paled. “You’re not allowed to say no.”

He explained. In great detail. What he needed the twins to do. They were to go to the cemetery. They were to dig up Tobias... and bring him home. Dark silenced their questions by squeezing Jim’s throat until he coughed, and begged oh so sweetly.

Dark dropped him to the floor.

All Dark had to do was go find Tobias now...

He warped out of the news station, appearing back in his home.

“I’m coming Tobias... hold on.” He murmured to himself before reality melted away, leaving him in the dark void.

“Tobias!?” He called, going quiet. Waiting to hear the small shout of papa! In return.

Nothing.

Dark started walking. “Tobias! Its Papa! I’m here to take you home now!” He called into the inky black as he walked.

“Its me Tobias!”

Where is he?

Dark stepped over a body, dressed in a silk red robe. “Tobias!?”

Why wasn’t he calling back?

Dark walked a little faster.

“Tobias!!” He yelled.

Why isn’t he calling back!?

It was dark here... so dark...

That was why Tobias wasn’t calling out! He was scared of the dark! He was probably hiding somewhere, scared, shaking, waiting for Dark to come save him!

“Tobias! Its papa!” Dark called, jogging into the darkness. “You don’t have to be afraid anymore Tobias! I’m here to take you home!”

He started sprinting.

“Tobias its okay! You can come out now! Papa’s here! “

“TOBIAS WHERE ARE YOU!?”