icangiveyouanything:

Dark chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound, but also a humorless one. “And here I thought you and Host had already figured everything out. You agreed to let me into your mind. We’ve formed a connection. Don’t you feel closer already?”

That was the thing. Patches didn’t quite understand the vague meaning of ‘in his mind’. It could mean a bunch of horrible things. Mind control,watching him at all times, kill him on the spot, reading what he was thinking- Patches shuddered, holding his arms together as if he was going to fall apart. “I-I don’t like that!!”

icangiveyouanything:

“You don’t have to believe me. You can just ask him.” He was extra confident because he knew he was right. Either Host would prove there to be truth to his words or he’d have to lie to his precious little friend. Of course there was also the third option of Patches not asking at all, but that just meant he’d have to live with that planted doubt festering.

Patches actually gave a small glare at the being. He will ask Host eventually but they thought that Dark was just trying to scare him. On that note… “Wh-what did you do to me!? What did I agree to?” he squeaked out. 

icangiveyouanything:

“I’m not asking you to betray him. I don’t know what he’s told you, but you are aware he works with me, yes? He has helped me on numerous occasions and I him in turn. It’s a mutually beneficial relationship. Even he can’t deny our history. I know you don’t trust me, but you can ask him. See what he says.”

Patches was silent for a full minute- staring back at the entity’s eye in disbelief. Shaking. He remembered the warnings Host gave him all those months ago and … he wouldn’t be actually working for Dark. Right? Right?….

Patches shook his head violently with an outburst that probably sounded ferocious as a mouse squeaking. “NO! YOU’RE LYING! HE WOULDN’T-”

icangiveyouanything:

“Perhaps to other people. But you have value to me.” He pressed his free hand to his chest. “I see your true potential, Patches. I appreciate you. Even if no one else does.” If you show signs of low self esteem, Dark’s just going to immediately latch onto that like an emotional leech.

Tears were running down his cheeks as he sniffed- trying to hold himself together but his small psyche wasn’t even a match with Dark’s leeching. He tried to hide his face by putting hands on his glasses. However oddly enough his low self esteem was actually negating some of the entieines claims. 
“No you don’t!! I’m a tool and-and always used like one!! Everyone has except…” Patches gulped. “Host….he-he never used me….and I can’t betray him like this!!”

icangiveyouanything:

Host was powerful for a human, a weak point like Patches would make him much easier to control.

The good news was, Dark finally ‘unclamped’ Patches, instead placing him in the center of his palm which was probably a pretty expansive area to him.

“I know you lack self esteem. There’s no use attempting to hide it.”

He flooped over onto the palm face first- only being able to get onto his knees and was taken aghast from the long winding planes of Dark’s palm. How could the being be this huge?? Patches felt like a speck of dust compared to him. 

“B-but it’s true!! I’m just a six inch tall nobody!”

icangiveyouanything:

Dark tilted his head to the side at the question. There was the obvious ‘because he was close to Host’ thing if Patches hadn’t figured that out yet but he wasn’t just going to say that.

“Why you? Why not? Perhaps you think you aren’t good enough? My dear little one, I assure you, you are just perfect.” The list of things that made him perfect weren’t the most flattering though considering Dark liked the fact that Patches was a ball of anxiety.

From the last conversation he had with the host- it was pretty obvious that he was being used as a tool to be a parasite. He wasn’t sure how or why but that’s what he knew. Patches struggled a small bit in his grasp as being clasped between two cold flesh clamps wasn’t exactly comfortable.

“Th-that’s not true at all….” Patches mumbled out as a hopeless gaze swept across their face. 

 icangiveyouanything:

Dark’s fingers had a firm hold on him and the struggles from such a tiny being were nothing to him. It really was amazing he had even found him, or it would be if not for the fact that he knew exactly where he was because of the whole, ‘letting him in’ thing. Patches may as well have had a tracking chip in him.

And of course Dark had the nerve to look at him like he was being completely unreasonable for screaming like that, distaste painting his features.

He tsked. “Don’t you think it’s a little rude to scream at someone who’s only trying to have a friendly conversation with you?”

He immediately stopped squirming- only shivering harshly as he worried for his own well being. Tears welled up in eyes as he felt the cold shiver run down his spine.

“ J-Jag är ledsen..” Patches quietly apologized as if he was a guilty child caught doing something wrong. Despite having the right to be angry,scared and fearful- he felt instinctively guilty. Words were hard to find for himself as his body was only shivering and his heart was racing fast. 

“Why me?”