Black Friday one shots!

When Wiggly comes

The couple takes a deep breath, their foreheads leaning against each other and their hands intertwined.
"So, your ex and an eldritch terror in the form of a children's doll is coming to destroy the planet?" Said Xander, burrowing his eyebrows together.
"Umm, that's one way to put it" mumbled Macnamara, somewhat embarrassed by Xander's frank remark.
"I'm not angry, just confused and very, very concerned" replied Xander, pacing the room back and forth
"That's extremely valid Xander"
" We can talk about it later though, there will be no relationship if the entire world ends"
"Is your timepiece synchronised with mine? Remember,"
"Always wear a watch," said the two in unison.
" I don't know how anyone could know you for more than two minutes and not have a watch by the end of the conversation." Teased Xander, finally calming his pace down slightly.
"Well, I'm glad to make that effect on people, time is a precious thread in the fabric of the universe. But we need to focus, these elusive lords in black will have no remorse."

John was right about that, the lords in black had been just in P.E.I.P's grasp several times, before falling out of it completely, each time they grew more and more powerful. This time they were to face Wiggly, who worked more discreetly than the others and never got their hands dirty. Instead of outright violence, Wiggly turned entire nations against each other, without shooting a single bullet. In another timeline, Moscow was bombed and world war three began. P.E.I.P couldn't afford a mistake that big again, John couldn't live with that on his conscience.

"Boys, it's gotten a lot worse than we thought it would" proclaimed Colonel Schaffer, as she hurriedly entered the room. Upon her arrival, the pair stopped like deer in headlights, fearing for the worst. " It's mania out there, people have already started brutally killing each other and world leaders are close to deploying their nuclear weapons. And Wiggly's prophet is close to finding a doll. We need contact with the lords, even with Wiley." As she said this, she tentatively looked at John, she knew it hit a sore spot for him.
"What happened between us ended years ago, I'm not going to let him stop me from defeating Wiggly." John chose to ignore Schaffer's worries, he was certain things would be fine.
"Do we have any leads on the girl?" Xander knew to change the subject before it got too intense.
"She's a child Xander, are we sure we want to drag her into this. We may be causing more harm than good."
"I have to agree with Xander, John. Other timelines have shown her to be a vital piece. If we can connect to Webby, we may be able to stop the lords ." Said Schaffer, wringing her hands. "But I've found another lead if it's of any comfort. It points to a certain," Schaffer squints her eyes to read, " Mrs Holloway. We have seen that she holds immense power, but whether it's used for good or bad remains to be seen."
"Where's her location? We're running out of time and any source of information will be of great use." Xander regained his pace while saying this, practically bouncing of the walls.
"We believe her location is ..." But before Schaffer could finish her sentence, the room shook as if there was an earthquake.
Through the door came a man with slick hair, bathed in multiple layers of denim, and an ominous green light.
"Well, Well,Well. We meet again, John. I hope you didn't forget about me." Wiley emerged from the green shadow, playfully tossing around a green apple.
"How could I forget you? You've lost your damn mind! I trusted you once, but that time is over and in the past." Each word hurt to say, but John knew it was for the best.
"Lost my mind, huh. That's incredibly rude, you're hurting Wiggly's feelings. You don't want to upset Wiggly, don't you?" The apple morphed into a doll, the wiggly.
"Hello Mr, Johnywon, did you make Wiley sad? I won't have kill you, won't I. It would be a shame if I had to kill your bestest frendy- wends too. Especially you husby-wusby. But you've made me angry. You're going to regwet it." Wiggly began to violently shake as his threats went on.
Out of nowhere, John produced the blade of truth as Wiley revealed an identical one, but it was black as nightmares. They plunged for each other, but it seemed to do no harm on either side.
"You're too late John. The prophet already has a doll. You've lost."

A/N: I'm not normally much of a dialogue writer, but it felt nice to go out of my comfort zone. I hope you enjoyed the story if you've made it to here! I appreciate any and all feedback!