"Curiouser yet Curiouser" DarkxChild!Reader

Chapter 29; Us

After two attempts at a chapter, here goes/

Wilford hummed softly as he held y/n in his arms, the child holding their arms up as he lifted them up and down, tossing them in the air a few times- making sure his beloved wasn't watching him commit these misdemeanors against safety. Dark wasn't in the room yet, still tied up in his meeting with the others, so Dadstache would just have to take care of his little button.

The child giggled happily, holding their arms and legs out as they were tossed into the air. They felt like they could fly! Even if it was just for a moment! Wilford scooped them out of the air and spun with them with a chuckle.

"Higher! Higher!" The child requested, Wilford grinning in amusement. "Now now, little lollipop, if your dad was to walk in on me tossing you, he would toss me like a salad!" He laughed as he sat the little one on the bed.

Wilford Warfstache had upgraded from Uncle Warfy to just Warfy for the little one, no longer needing the honorific to identify himself.

It was already noon and the pink man new Dark would be back soon. He hoped everything had been..discussed..after the Anti incident, Damien didn't want to risk there being any chance of y/n being in danger...which meant no school for the little one. Their therapist came to the house regularly, Dark never far from the door, always ready to bust in if he needed to intervene. It was never necessary, of course..but the man was very scared of losing them.

"I have lost a lot in my life"
Damien had said to his friend.
"I won't lose them too."

"Warfy?" The child requested, their voice hushed and soft now that they weren't being thrown into the air. The pink man snapped out of his thoughts and kneeled down next to the little one. "Yes lollipop?" He questioned gently, playing with the curls of his mustache. "Im hungry" "Me too! I'm starving!" The pink man exclaimed, his words slurring as he scooped the little one up, blowing a raspberry into their stomach for a moment. "I think I found my meal right here!" He laughed, y/n squealing in excitement!

Until the door opened.

Wilford expected to see Dark, but instead saw the Host, looking at irritated as always. What was he here for? Their...'incessant noise'? They were just trying to have some fun! Not that Host would know anything about fun..

The author cleared his throat and fixed his coat. "Wilford- child-" he greeted curtly, taking a few arrogant strides into the room, opening the blind to one of the closed windows.

"Toasty, what are you doing?" Wilford questioned, y/n stifling a giggle.

"I am taking a look around."

"From my bedroom window?"

"Nay, from Dark's bedroom window"
The Host corrected him, turning to face him, seeing the unhappy expression on Wilfords face.

"Do you come to our bedroom often to look out the window?"

"Occasionally.."
Host muttered under his breath.

Wilford was gobsmacked! What the hell was Host doing in his and Darks bedroom?! "Weirdo- come on y/n, let's get some lunch. How about some fairy bread?" "Yay!" Y/n squealed as Wilford left with them in his arms

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"Hosts log: the Host was wrong. He who won't be named...he was not here when the Host arrived. Wilford and child are proceeding to the kitchen. The Host shall continue monitoring them, lest he appear when Darkiplier is not around."
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