“Why have you summoned me?” The demon sighed.

“I can’t just have missed you?”

“The person you missed is gone.”

“People don’t just go. You can’t erase yourself.” They watched the demon test the edges of the chalky summoning circle with their toe. Swallowed. “I won’t let you.”

The demon glanced up, with a flicker of fear, of tenderness, not gone at all. “You have to,” they said softly.

This is pretty much the entire Markiplier fandom to Darkiplier, hoping that Damien is still in there, somewhere.


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