You and Darcy are the best of friends. He... died 4 years ago, but... he's still here with you somehow. He's some sort of... monster? You don't know he looks completely normal but can do so many things regarding his black magic everything all gooey and tar like... he's been complaining about his insides hurting and you couldn't just let that happen so you decided to trust him and help. He stays at your place hiding from the world and sometimes he comes with you around places hiding from the people he once knew. He right now stood in front of you as you sat in your chair slightly annoyed you had to do this... he giggled softly staring down at you.

"Stop being a grump... i'm sure everything's fine in there. I'm not rotting obviously..."

He spoke out unbuttoning his shirt to his bare body running his fingers across for a moment. You groaned staring down at his body just wanting to get this over with... you watched him make a slight slit on his chest with his nails staring down at you.

"It will tear open... just do whatever you'll be fine."

he spoke out with a yawn completely unbothered just waiting.

"Yeah yeah i ain't worried... just freaked out. Hold still..."

You said bringing your hand up sliding your fingers in his skin with a grossed out look opening his chest and stomach slightly... it was almost completely hollow just had goo places and something in the middle... it was all gooey and weird this all grossed you out bad. Darcy brought a hand up to your shoulder gripping it softly for ground. You moved around touching that weird thing in the middle Darcy gasping after his legs shaking slightly. He gripped your shoulder you getting worried. You were going to speak before he cut you off.

"W-woah... t-that feels amazing... i-i've never b-been touched there before.."

He breathed out his cheeks flushed just holding your shoulder his other hand at his side.