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[96] Wilford Warfstache || Markiplier Egos

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After being broken up with by your dick of a boyfriend, you left the nice restaurant you'd previously been enjoying dinner in, thankful you'd brought your car.

You don't pay enough attention to me.

You never fuck me anymore!

You're getting boring, baby.

Every single excuse your boyfriend had wasted on you swarmed inside your head as you drove to the only place you knew you'd be wanted.

The Manor loomed up ahead as you drove down the long, paved driveway with a canopy of oak trees. Tears still ran down your cheeks, completely betraying you.

Parking out of the way, you headed up to the massive front door and gave it a heavy knock that bruised your knuckles in the process.

It didn't take long for the door to swing open, Dark staring at you coldly.

"I assume you're here to see Wilford." He speaks in the usual calm, collected tone with a hint of disdain. You were sure he'd never liked you.

With a single nod, Dark exhaled quickly before shouting Wilford's name in a manner that seemed almost enraged. But, knowing Dark, it was simply just the way he spoke.

Dark left you where you were, not bothering to ask why you were crying, nevertheless on his doorstep.

Wilford came descending from the stairs seconds later, a grin appearing on his features as he spotted you.

"Y/N!"

Your heart fluttered at the joyful call of your name. But Wilford's smile dropped as he set foot onto the cool wood floor, spying the fresh tears dripping down your skin.

"Dollface, what happened?" Wilford cooed the nickname, treating you like a frightened animal as he crept closer and held out his arms for a hug.

You collapsed into his waiting arms, Wilford kicking the door shut behind you to keep the frigid December air outside.

Even the pet name he so loved to call you left a sour taste in your mouth. "He broke up with me." You whisper, burying your face into Wilford despite the fact you would leave tear stains on his pretty white button-up.

If he minded, he didn't say anything. He just held you close and stroked the back of your head. He knew who you were talking about. He knew about your boyfriend; you talked about practically everything with him.

"Want me to shoot him?"

You let out a soft giggle at Wilford's suggestion.

"As tempting as that is, I don't really want a murder investigation right now."

Wilford grumbled but didn't push. Oh, how he'd love to put a bullet in the boy that made you cry. You, the one person who didn't judge him, and in fact welcomed him into your life.

He would do anything to keep you safe, keep you happy. And even though he would love to let loose on the boy and fuck him up the best way he knew how, he would rather respect your wishes.

You were the best thing that had ever happened to him. If only you knew that.

"How about we watch that stupid movie you like, hm?" Wilford leaned back from you, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear before gently booping your nose. "I'll even share my skittles with you."

You toyed with the buckle of one suspender, thinking it over. Some quality time with Wilford would certainly help you get over your boyfriend. Even if it didn't completely cheer you up, being with Wilford was always a fun time.

"Okay."

With your agreement, Wilford swept you away to the large living room where you found Google and Bing in a heated argument over something.

With you holding onto Wilford's hand, he growled under his breath and snapped at the others.

"Alright, listen up you little shits! Y/N and I are about to watch the dumb movie she likes, so we need the living room! Scram!"

Despite being relatively the same age as the other Egos, Google and Bing departed rather quickly. Wilford was a little high up in the hierarchy they had going on at the Manor, so it was always wise to listen to him.

Wilford sat you down on the couch, passing you his favourite cotton-candy-pink blanket. Once you were snuggled up with it, he dashed off to grab his skittles and a box of tissues since, knowing you, you would cry at the movie.

He knew you like the back of his hand.

When he came back, the TV was on and sitting at the main menu of the movie. You pulled back the other half of the blanket, allowing him to join you on the couch.

It was like a wave crashing against the shoreline as you cuddled up to Wilford. The relief hit you so suddenly, rolling over the rest of your body.

Wilford pressed play as you got comfortable, slinging an arm over you. With your face partially buried into his chest, you took a deep breath. He smelled like various types of candy and gunpowder, like a gun that'd just been fired.

It embarrassed you to even acknowledge that it was attractive. He was attractive.

His fingers ghosted over your back, drawing creations of his own mind as you become invested in the movie. Your tears had stopped, but the sadness hanging over you persisted.

It would take you a good while to get over your boyfriend. But you had a feeling that with Wilford by your side, you'd be able to take on anything.