W. William Warfstache the First

Ch. 17 Return

'(Y/N)!? Is that you!?' William yells through the phone. I lay down on the snow behind a few bushes, knowing sir Warfstache can probably hear me. 'Shh, Wilford' I whisper into the phone, 'Please don't talk. I'll explain everything later but now please stay quiet...I think he can hear me' I explains as soft as I can. 

'(Y/N)' quieter this time, 'what's going on?' I swallow, glancing through the bushes, keeping my eyes on Edgar who is walking right next to Warfstache the First. 'I-I'm at the manor' I whisper, 'he knows I'm here' I feel tears building up in my eyes, 'They're going to find me' I say.

'Wilford I need to hang up the phone' I whisper even softer, 'or they'll find me' I repeat before quickly hanging up. He's probably worried sick but I need to escape these two first.

'(Y/N), sweetheart, have no fear' Wilford the First speaks, 'we're aware of the fact that you're around here somewhere' he continues while looking around. Suddenly a flashlight is turned on. I see Edgar holding it, shining through the woods after they stop approaching the treeline. 

'Let us just sit down and talk about it with a nice, warm cup of tea!' Wilford exclaims joyfully, 'we can explain everything to you, dear, nothing is what you think it seems!' I really start doubting myself. Wilford talks really happy and light about it. Did I see something else? 

I take a deep breath, not knowing what to do. I just stay in place, comepletely still. They know I'm here, but not exactly here. If I don't move, they won't see me behind this bush. I lay down my head in the cold snow when they shine the light over me. It stays there for a little while and then it goes quiet. Very quiet. 

They found me. 

'(Y/N), my dearest...' Wilford the First starts. The light goes on, away from me, making me finally able to breathe again. I hear a few footsteps but then they stop again. I lift my head to look through the bushes. The both of them are standing just a few feet away from me. They're looking around and Edgar sighs. 

'I know Edgar probably startled you' Warfstache continues, 'he's really sorry for it, we didn't mean for you to lay your eyes upon the whole situation but that is only because we'd know you wouldn't believe us when we told you what really was going on' He explains. 

'Come inside, (Y/N)' Edgar calls out. 'Yes, come inside' Warfstache repeats, 'it's getting dark, wolves will smell your fear and you don't know how to survive the night. You've got no food or water with you and your clothes aren't warm enough. We don't want you dead, sweetheart'

I slowly get up. Why am I getting up? Go back down! Oh no, they've seen me already. Too late. 

A wide grin appears on Wilford's lips, 'Ah, there you are, sweetheart' he calls out, reaching out a hand to me, 'you made the right call, dear' He puts his warm scarf around my neck, closing my coat tightly and rubbing my arms, having his arms around me as he walks next to me, 'we knew you were a clever one' 

'You must be cold, and  hungry' Edgar says with a small smile, turning off the flashlight as we approach the manor. I don't feel energy to respond or even smile to them. I actually am cold and hungry. I need to sit down by the warm fire first, and a nice hot soup sounds absolutely delicious. 

The two men let me walk inside first. Wilford gently takes off the scarf and coat, hanging them on the coatrack. After that, Wilford gently puts his arm around me again, leading me to the fireplace. He sets me down in a comfy chair. If I were alone, I'd probably fall asleep in no time. I feel my eyes get heavy as it is. I rub them for a short while, trying to get the sleep out. 

'You can sleep first if you wish, dear' Warfstache tells me, 'then we'll talk in the morning' he says. I glance at him, thinking about it, 'yes, please' I say. 'Alright, that's fine' he says calmly, 'but first I want you to eat something. You're body isn't really liking the way you treated it today' he chuckles, 'Edgar is making you a nice sandwich and tea. Let me tell you, his sandwiches are the best!' 

I crack a small, tired smile before turning my head to Edgar who's approaching me with a cup and plate. He sets the cup down next to me on the little side table, and hands me the plate. The smell of food makes my stomach rumble again. 'That's right, get some food in there' Wilford smiles, 'I'll leave you to eat in peace for now' he tells me before getting out of his chair, 'Let me know when you're headed to bed, dear' He says before walking off. 

I take my sweet time to enjoy the sandwich, closing my tired eyes every now and then to enjoy the flavor along with the warmth from the fire. For a little while I forget about the terrible image I was greeted by when walking into the guest bedroom where I found Edgar and the bloody sheets. Just for a little while

My eyes shoot open when the image returns to my head. What could it possibly be other than blood? I sigh, too tired to think about it anymore. I should trust sir Warfstache. He's the father of my husband for goodness sake. 

I finish my cup of tea and take the empty plate before getting up. I walk into the kitchen, being greeted by Edgar and Warfstache sitting by the kitchen table. Both their heads turn to me, 'there you are, sweetheart' Warfstache stands up, gently taking the plate and cup from me, 'enjoyed your late night snack?' he says, followed by an amused chuckle. 

I smile unsure, 'yeah, it was nice. Thank you, Edgar' I say, recieving a warm smile from Edgar. 'Let me bring you to bed, dear' Warfstache says, offering me his arm' I glance at his arm for a moment, 'no thank you, I'll find the way' I give him a small smile, 'goodnight' I say before walking out of the kitchen, feeling two pairs of eyes follow me.

'Goodnight'