It's been years.
It's been years, now, and David Hoover still couldn't get the gruesome image of out of his mind. It brought chills to his spine.
That monster. It's uneasy gaze, it's terrible, upside-down smile, it's tilted body.
A deformed man. A disturbed man. A man that still continues to chase him to this very day, even if in his nightmares.
That amused man. That swift man.
That mysterious man.
That deadly man.
That crooked man.
It still haunted him to this very day, and most likely always would. But that was alright. We all have our fears...David Hoover's was just...
a tad bit more...unique, if you'd like to describe it in that way. After the many close encounters with the strange beast, David had eventually
given up on his quest to find the former owner to the new apartment of which he had recently moved into, and decided to go back to his ordinary
days, days which he did not plan on spending in that horrid hell that is supposed to be an apartment. Instead he found a new place, which to his
relief, had no strange, traumatizing paranormal activity awaiting him on the inside.
He would never know the true secrets behind that apartment, and maybe, just maybe...that wasn't all that much of a bad thing. He couldn't help but
admit he was still curious, but he knew it wasn't worth the effort at all.
He tilted his head to the side to see his shirtless boyfriend with his eyes closed and snoring, and he snapped out of his state of fear and
chuckled a decent amount.
"...Hey...D..." David whispered softly, twirling D's soft red hair in between his fingertips while he did so. Snore. No response, unless you consider
that one. "...D..." David shook his head. "...I know you are not asleep."
D's face twisted into a more irritated one with his eyes still closed at the comment, but he still didn't say anything. David continued to play
with his boyfriend's hair.
"...Want to know how I know...?" Snore. "You never snore. I should know...half the time I have a hard time sleeping and you're knocked out within
minutes, so I end up watching you, so believe me, I'm very aware of your sleeping habits. Oh, and you tend to mumble nonsense and drool all over the
"Damn it, David, I get the point!" David smiled, satisfied with finally hearing his boyfriend's voice. "Knew it." "I-Idiot..." D mumbled, pouting
slightly as he tilted his head to the side. He sure could be sassy at times, David thought, amused. It was...cute, though. Just like everything else
about D. When David spent time with him, it was like all of his worries temporarily ceased to exist, including those unsettling feelings he still had
bottled up about the crooked man and the old apartment and it's secrets. D took all of the worry away. He was the perfect distraction. David didn't
know what he would do with himself if he didn't have him...he'd probably lose it.
David took his gaze to the wall in front of him, and with narrowed eyes and a frown, his mind slowly found it's way into worry again. D noticed this
change in mood, and with a worried frown, moved over and put his arms around his boyfriend on the bed, blinking up at him with worried eyes.
"...Hey, dude, what's wrong?...You have that look on your face again." "What look...?" "You know...that worried look. You seem to get it a lot when
you think for some reason...let me guess. It's about that monster again?" David sighed. "Am I really that transparent...?" D smirked weakly. "Funny. I could have asked
you the same thing earlier." Apparently they both could read the other's emotions quite well. D continued. "...Hey, idiot..." He poked David's cheek while he whispered.
"...Stop worrying. There's no point to it, so let's just focus on the good things." David stared at D for a couple of moments. Like you? Yes...D was most definitely
one of the good--no, one of the best remaining things in his life, if not the only.
David smiled softly.
"...Thank you..." He planted a soft kiss on his lover's lips. D's face reddened but he grinned, pleased that his words had seemed to help in some way and cuddled next to his
boyfriend. There was silence once again, although this time around it was a more pleasant silence, and it was broken yet again by another question.
"...So..." David slowly looked back down at D, who was currently cuddled up to his chest. "...What is your real name, anyways? Hmm? It's been so long...surely you would have
no problem telling me now after all of these years."
D smirked weakly. "Of course you'd still be asking about that." "Just out of curiousity." "Curiousity killed the cat." "That line is so old." "But so true." "I don't think a
name is going to kill me." "But it might just kill me." "Why...? Did your mother name you doofus or something?...Hmm, although, it does sort of fit in a way."
"Shut up." "Then tell me." There was a rather long pause after that last line, and after much thought, D just looked up at him slowly...and chuckled.
"No can do." "You are one stubborn bastard." "Indeed. But don't you worry..." D assured. "...You have a long time left to figure out my name, so why give it away so early? That's no fun."
David smirked weakly in defeat. "...Aah...I suppose you are right." He smiled, caressing D's cheek softly with his palm.
"I do have a lot of time to figure it out. We have the rest of our lives together to finish yet, after all. Do you think I'll figure it out by then?"
D stared at him with wide eyes, a blush settled on his cheeks, but eventually he found himself smiling yet again, and he nodded slowly.
"Possibly. " D whispered, leaning in to kiss David once more.
"Looks like we'll have to wait and see."
I just realized something.. if D was to rob David blind.. how will he identify D to the police?
"What was his name?"
"What was his name?"
Aah~ I just recently got into this pairing through Markiplier on Youtube and I'm so pleased to have found this fic! My heart just melts ^__^
I'm here because of Markiplier too!!!
Awwh thank you! <3 I'm very glad to hear so, this was fun to write even though it was more simple than what I normally write X D But I'm glad you enjoyed it hehe.