One Percent. (Mark/Sean egos texting)

Wilford Warfy

((This is not gonna be a texting chapter, I am gonna make this chapter an AU about Wilford as a little kid in like middle school, HERE YA GO!))

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"Sure I may walk home by myself everyday and I might not have a lot of friends but I'm Warfy! Who doesnt like Warfy?"

Wilford Warfstache was a 11 year old kid, he was the odd one out, he acted goofy and all sweet. The kids at school that were nice to him called him "Lolly Pop Wil." He liked being called a lolly pop. But just because they were nice to him didnt mean they were friends with him, he knew that they were just trying to be nice cause he was all alone all the time. He walked home by himself, ate lunch by himself, but that didnt seem to bother him.

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He climbed up the ladder to his treehouse and put down his backpack. He had everything he needed there, food, drinks, blankets, everything except someone to share it all with. He did his homework, adding some doodles the the paper. After he was done he had a snack to eat- pocky sticks and a barrel juice.

"All done!"

He said to himself, he then slipped on his pjs and went to lay down on his sleeping bag, opening a coloring book and starting to fill the page with color. He accidentally colored out of the lines and got frustrated, closing the book and deciding to go to sleep.

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He woke up and grabbed his backpack, that's all he needed to do besides changing clothes, baggy pants and a bright pink shirt. His hair would be all messy and all up in his face but it didnt bother him. He would walk to school, talking to himself about what he was gonna do today. When he walked into the cafeteria, he saw that someone was sitting at the table he usually ate at. The thing was no one ever sat at that table, he found this weird. He grabbed his breakfast and went to sit down, he took a look at the kid, he was wearing all gray, his hair was in his face, and he looked sad.

"Hi!"

Wilford smiled and sat down next to the boy. The boy looked up at Wilford.

"Hello."

The boy said completely emotionless.

"I'm Wilford! Some of the other kids call me Lolly Pop Wil."

He smiled wider.

"I'm...Damien."
(Dark)

"Well, nice to meet you Damien! Wanna sucker?"

Wilford took a handful of sweets from his backpack.

"Sure, thanks."

He took a purple lolly pop and put it in his pocket.

"I have a tree house, do you wanna see if after school?"

Damien nodded.

"I don't see why not."

(After school)

Wilford took a hold of Damiens hand and started to run to his house.

"Here we are!"

He big smile, looked like he was very proud.

"Climb up the ladder, come on!"

He started climbing and sat on the floor once he reached the top.

"What do ya think?"

Damien looked around.

"Very fitted for one person."

"I know right? Well I sleep over here and I eat over there..."

As Wilford talked Damien felt a small connection begin to form, he liked this kid.

"...oh and over here I have a box of stickers and then a box of suckers, feel free to grab a hand full."

-His smile...its...comforting.- Damien thought.

"Will does this mean we're...friends?"

Damien asked nervously.

Wilford hopped up and tackled Damien with a hug.

"Of course silly! I thought that was already established when I sat next to you!"

He giggled.

-I...I like having a friend...-