Warfstache x Reader: Delirious Fool

Chapter One: The Dunk tank

"I swear these games are bugged."

"Sorry Ma'am, but none of our games are tampered with."

"Thanks, I guess."

( y/n ) muttered solemnly as she walked away from the ring toss stall, not too pleased with the games they had at this Carnival. It was meant to be fun, not downright impossible. She couldn't really be that bad at every game they had . . . Could she? By now she regretted not calling someone to come with her, but half of the people she hung out with were out of town and the other half were at some famous club a mile or so away. Clubs weren't really ( y/n )'s sort of thing at the best of times, but when there was a carnival open five minutes away from her home? She practically had to go.

"Excuse me--" She spoke every now and again to get through the large groups of people, attempting to find a games stall she could actually complete without getting crushed by the easily amused crowd. Luckily the crowd didn't seem too much in a hurry as people moved around each other, the pushing kept to a minimum as parents were led forward by their excited children to food stalls and couples winning each other prizes as guys tried to impress others with 'strength' tests. It was surprisingly good, if not for the ridiculously difficult games only ( y/n ) seemed to get stuck with. That was until she saw one she just couldn't lose.

"Dunk tank . . ." She commented to herself as her mouth formed into a devious grin, looking from the tank to the prizes all lined up on the stand beside it. There was a large purple bunny teddy, with a red tie and eyes that looked surprisingly adorable along with it's floppy ears. That one.

"How much is the game?" ( y/n ) asked the woman behind the counter curiously, causing the mysterious woman to grin as she pointed to a sign with the prices on. Five tennis balls for three dollars actually didn't seem too bad, although the hole in the target sign you had to throw the ball through didn't seem big enough in the slightest. She paused as she considered it, looking over to the short woman in the stall to try and see whether or not this was a trick. She had the typical uniform that all of the other employee's had been working, as well as a small metal case strapped to her belt that ( y/n ) assumed was to keep the money safe. Her hair was long and brown, although it had a purple highlight at the front that seemed to frame her face. She looked devious, like she was hiding something. It had to be a trick.

"Five tennis balls please." ( y/n ) handed over her money with a polite smile, causing the woman to grin wider and nod as she took the money and pushed the basket of tennis balls forward, carefully watching to make sure she didn't use more than she was allowed. But then the woman stepped back behind the dunk tank, whispering something and nudging someone to get into the tank. A man strutted out from behind the wall, climbing up the small ladder before getting into place calmly and turning his gaze onto ( y/n ). Now he was still she could see he had floppy yet styled black hair, stubble to go with it along his chin but a startlingly pink moustache on his top lip that just seemed to stand out yet fit in at the same time. Rectangular glasses were perched on his nose as a bow tie not quite the same pink as his moustache was worn around his neck over a faintly yellow tinted dress shirt. He actually looked quite well-dressed despite his job seemingly being to get dunked, with grey suspenders attached to the waist of his light brown trousers to keep them in place. It didn't look like anyone had managed to actually dunk him yet today, considering he seemed rather relaxed and was even swinging his legs idly as he waited for her to throw the tennis balls.

"I assume you know your chances of winning this game?" He suddenly called in the strangest voice ( y/n ) had ever heard, grinning mischievously as he watched to see what she'd do. She merely shrugged, stepping back slightly as she stepped to the left a few times and then the right, trying to find a good angle to throw it at so that she had a chance.

"Low, I guess." She commented quietly back, standing still for a moment as she tried to figure this out. Her gaze flicker from the target and man to the large bunny teddy at the stall, one that simply sat there just waiting to be caught. She wasn't leaving without it. The man merely watched her with a raised eyebrow, assuming she wouldn't do this but being more intrigued by the second by how she wasn't just throwing randomly like everyone else did at the dunk tank. She was calculating her chances, if she had any to begin with. ( y/n ) paused before raising her arm and flinging the ball as hard as she could, putting all of her calculating into it and watching in complete silence as it flew through the air . . . And over the target.

"God dammit'." She muttered to herself, gritting her teeth in annoyance and clenching her fist as she picked up the second ball whilst attempting to ignore the man's ever-growing smirk. There had to be a way to do this, she probably just calculated it incorrectly. So she repeated what she did before, calculating with an irritated scowl on her face as she used all the power she could to throw the ball forward . . . And hitting the sign a metre away from the target.

"Sorry Madame, it doesn't seem you're cut out for this particular game. Try something else that is more suited to your abilities, please." The man's smirk widened as he started to laugh giddily, enjoying the frustration as ( y/n ) cursed quietly to keep any children from hearing her. Her glare snapped to the man in the dunk tank and she quickly picked up another tennis ball, flinging it forward blindly in a fit of pure rage simply to take her anger out on something other than one of the people there. She closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath, calming down for a moment so she could concentrate. That was when she heard a sudden dinging, the sound of a loud splash and a girly squeal causing her to open her eyes and look from the dunk tank to the target in pure confusion.

"We have a winner~!" The woman at the stall cheered through her amused laughter, both women watching as the man resurfaced and gasped for air out of shock. He blinked for a moment, his glasses halfway slid down his face as he tried to figure out what had happened. The game was rigged, it was completely and utterly impossible to win, so how . . . ? He turned his gaze to the target outside of the dunk tank, his eyes widening as he saw the small hole for the target had been ripped open slightly in the process of ( y/n ) raging, giving it just enough space to fly through and allowing her to win. He turned his head just in time to see her be given the bunny teddy she had been hoping for, grinning in glee and thanking the woman before heading out to leave the Carnival. Instantly he began clambering out of the dunk tank, sprinting past people who stared at him in confusion before he placed his still-soaked hand on ( y/n )'s shoulder to get her attention. She turned around to face him and blinked in surprise as he stared at her for a moment, his hair and clothes stuck to his skin as his glasses now hung off of only one of his ears. Now he'd actually caught up with her, he had no idea what to say. 'Your strength when raging was exquisite'? People didn't like hearing that, did they?

"Thank you." ( y/n ) commented back quietly, causing the man to curse at himself internally as he realised he had spoken aloud. She looked a little unsure of what to say at his sudden inability to speak, attempting to come up with a sentence. Any sentence, even if it would only make sense for him.

"The game was rigged." He stated quietly, ignoring the stares he got from people and quite glad no-one stopped to ask about them. The last thing he needed was to be the centre of attention, considering his 'situation'. Truly he shouldn't have spoke about the game at all, especially when admitting it was bugged when he worked there himself; he couldn't exactly afford to get fired any time soon.

"I know. I didn't expect to win." She admitted back, causing the moustached man to frown slightly in confusion as he tried to figure out what she meant. Who would play a game they already knew they were going to lose? Even so, who on Earth would actually win it? It piqued his interest, although he realised he couldn't just ask her to stay at the Carnival for a few more hours. For one, he wasn't even presentable anymore and like Hell was he going to put up with this cold for much longer.

"I'm Wilford. Who might you be?" He finally introduced himself, although he decided not to tell her his last name for now. His face may not have been well known but his last name was,  considering how unique it was and how it had came up in the newspapers after what had . . . Happened.

"( y/n ). Sorry about the whole dunking you thing." She apologised sheepishly, not surprised that his name was as unique as his appearance and voice. He was glancing around through the crowd, a little nervous as he looked from person to person quickly before turning his gaze back to the woman in front of him and grinning a little cheekily.

"It was . . . Interesting, to say the least. I suppose I'll have to see you around, Miss ( y/n )?" Wilford chuckled, tempted to hug her goodbye politely but remembering he had just been in a dunk tank and decided against it, even as she smiled back happily as she realised he wasn't annoyed with her.

"I look forward to it, Wilford." She promised before she stepped back slightly, turning and beginning to leave as Wilford watched her with curiosity. Just as she got to the entrance to the Carnival she turned, the large purple bunny teddy held up in one arm as she lifted one hand and waved goodbye. He chuckled as he took his glasses off of his ear before putting them on properly, waving back before the crowd got in the way of both of their sight and she left gleefully with her new prize.

Maybe the dunk tank hadn't been such a bad idea after all.