Ask Darkstache!

Youse gotta be kiddin' me!

GOOD LORD I FINALLY WROTE SOMETHING.
IM SHOCKED REALLY.
I APOLIGIZE TO EVERYONE WHO HAD BEEN WAITING ON THIS. (IM TALKING TO YOU MORII)
But I hope you enjoy Yancy.


(P.S: Yancy likes Doritos.)

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The ego blinked, then looked at the ceiling. Where the hell was he? The floor wasn't concrete- and there was a window. "Hello?" the ego shouted, His accent showed alot and he starts pacing in the small place. God, this was horrid. He saw one person- well one person in general that he recognized this person being you- Y/N. He didn't remember you much. He knew you were a person, at least- a normal one. "He-" He stopped looking at the now open door. A person walked in. "Hello? Where the hell's am I?" And that's when the lights cut on. "And welcome back to Warfstache tonight! Our proud, oh so proud guest, Yancy!" And that's what got him knowing of what was going on. The crowd cheered and he smiled nervously. "Oh! Youse pranked me!" He let out a confused laughed for a moment before going over to the seat where Wilford was motioning him to sit. Yancy didn't do this stuff on a daily. He usually sat in the showers. No water bills? Am I right? His eyes widened when he saw Dark sit down. He didn't expect this. Well, not fully at least. The two where always together. That being laughing or crying- they where always together. "So, Yancy! Tell me a little bit about your self?" The pink wearing man said, grinning wildly. Yancy cleared his throat before trying, remember trying, to begin. He wasn't good with audiences. He had his family at the prison and that was all he needed. Nothing like a stab to the chest or a microphone in his sweaty hands. He didn't get stabbed- he'd seen Wilford stab other people. He'd have to say, it was almost like Wilford was trying to stay in parole on how many people he stabbed. "I- Uh...Youse-" "A worry bug I see! Well, that's quite alright." He stopped trying to get his sentence out after that attempt. Wil didn't like Yancy. Taking the fame. Taking the new, 'OH MY GOD ITS YANCY' Place. Wilford was the big one. And now there's Yancy. Singing. God he hated the singing. 'blah blah blah wine in a toilet blahb blah.' It was annoying at best to him. Wilford eventually just started getting bored at the constant of trying to ask the ego questions. It was Wil for crying out loud. "Wil? Dear?" Dark spoke with confusion. He didn't understand it. Yancy had to have been somewhat confused. He'd just been teleported to LA for crying out loud! After some banter between Dark trying to get Wilford to let the poor man go back to where he came from Wil decided to give the mic to the audience. They always had answers to these issues. Or at least a distraction. "Alright ladies and gentleman, give me some questions!" Wilford announced. But all the questions went to Yancy, of course. God, He hated Yancy! Prison boy. Stabbed my mother boy. Sob me to sleep boy. "Yancy! Which one of the egos is your favorite?" A audience member asked, and Yancy took the mic back. "I- My' favorite ego..Uh. Has to be....Robbie? Robbie's nice." *he nodded to himself. The answer was weird, to be perfectly honest. But it was his answer. And all Wilford wanted was for the man to shut up and give him the mic.