Warfstache x Reader: Delirious Fool

Chapter Two: You're a reporter?

"Excuse me, but have you seen a man around here? Kinda' short guy with black hair, has a pink moustache?"

"Sorry, I have no idea who that is."

"That's okay, thank you anyway."

( y/n ) politely smiled at the stranger before beginning to walk around again, becoming rather nervous as she looked through the different groups of people wandering throughout the Carnival. She'd decided to come back two days after meeting the intriguing man, curious about him but not wanting to turn up straight away the next day in case it freaked him out a little. Instead she'd decided to turn up a little earlier this time, walking around the still-running Carnival around midday rather than when it was already dark. The only problem she found herself with now was finding the strange man, the crowd not as big as before but still covering a great deal of her vision; plus it didn't help that the dunk tank was now out of order, likely to fix the target so it could be rigged again.

"Excuse me, but you seem to be a little lost." A familiar voice stated suddenly from behind ( y/n ), causing her to quickly turn around and smile shyly despite searching for him so much earlier. Wilford merely grinned goofily back, visibly pleased to see her again despite the circumstances they had met each other in.

"Good to see you again Wilford." She chuckled as she stood with him, trying to avoid being nudged around by the people around them. He nodded in a friendly manner as he noticed her discomfort around the other people, reaching forward and gently placing his hand on her upper back before leading her through the crowd over to the park where there were less people. ( y/n ) blinked in surprise but didn't complain as he began to walk over to the swings, removing his hand from her back as he began to walk a little quicker.

"So, what have you been up to?" Wilford asked as he sat down on a swing, swaying on it gently as he looked over to ( y/n ) with a curious smile. She shrugged as she sat down on the swing beside him, calmly move to and fro on it as she tried to think of anything interesting she'd done.

"I guess I cleaned up my place, went to work, the usual stuff. You?" She pondered as she glanced over to him, watching the moustached man chuckle as he looked over to her in amusement.

"Worked on machines here, since I can't go back to the dunk tank until it's fixed. Not that this is my full-time job, but it's fairly good pay here." He commented as he kicked out his legs a bit on the swing, getting a little more momentum. ( y/n ) looked over at him with piqued interest, moving back carefully before allowing herself to swing so she was almost in time with the man.

"What's your regular job?" She quizzed, noticing the proud grin Wilford had as soon as she gave him the chance to ramble about it. The excited glint in his eyes said it all as he swung calmly, not pushing himself as far this time.

"I, Madame, am a reporter. And I'm a damn good one at that!" He exclaimed with a chuckle, wobbling slightly on the swing for a moment before he got his balance back and grinned as if nothing had happened. ( y/n ) raised an eyebrow but didn't comment on his goofy lack of balance, instead smiling over at him brightly.

"What was the last thing you reported, Mr 'damn-good-reporter'?" She asked curiously, pushing herself a little further on the swing but still keeping her full attention on the conversation. Wilford glanced away then, still smiling but seeming to be avoiding her gaze as if in thought. His swinging slowly slightly and despite how he attempted to keep up his 'jolly manly man' act as well as he could, the slightly solemn look he had on his face was crystal clear.

"Well, I interviewed a man know as the 'Phone guy'. He was telling me about a place he worked at called, um, Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria." He started to explain with a little hesitation, not seeming overly comfortable talking about it.

"Wait a minute, wasn't that the thing in the newspapers a few weeks ago? I didn't think they put the name of any of the crew in it." ( y/n ) commented with a raised eyebrow, intrigued but also frowning slightly at the thought. Of course the papers had wrote about the incident, with no survivors currently found. There had been blood and apparently parts from the crew found, but no survivors.

"I don't think I'd really want to be known for that. Bad image, you know. No-one wants to watch a reporter with that kind of reputation." Wilford stated quietly as he glanced over at her, swinging his legs idly as he held onto the metal chains that kept it up. She went silent as she watched him for a moment, noticing the fearful look in his eyes as he seemed to get lost in thought and the way his grip tightened nervously as he slowly swung to and fro.

"Didn't you get hurt?" She asked gently, causing his feeble attempt of a smile to completely disappear as he looked down at the ground beneath his feet.

" . . . I lived." He commented back with a loose shrug of his shoulders, not wanting to explain too much just in case; he was practically ruining this anyway, considering this wasn't the happiest subject around to talk about. ( y/n ) didn't seem unnerved by it though and although she was eager to know what he meant she kept her mouth shut on the subject. Her swinging slowed until she ended up calmly hopping off of the playground toy, putting her hands in her pockets as she turned around to face Wilford.

"Do you want to hang out a little later? I've got to go sort out some work but I can meet you at about seven, if you like." She proposed the idea with a bashful smile, causing the moustached man to pause slightly as she seemed to change the subject without any issues. He mused over the concept for a few seconds, intrigued by what exactly she was insinuating; perhaps it was merely a thing between two newly acquainted friends, something so they could get to know each other. Because after all, it couldn't possibly be a date could it? Wilford had never been asked out on a date by someone else before and he wasn't sure it was possible for it to start now. But he had to at least make it more captivating now, the man rather bored of just walking around the place he worked and doing absolutely bugger all. No, he had a much better idea.

"I can plan something for later, do you have a mobile number?" Wilford stood up as he spoke with a bright grin, attempting and somewhat failing at not seeming excited for the 'not date'. ( y/n ) smiled back gleefully and nodded as she pulled her phone out of her pocket, not sure where to write it when the man in front of her passed her a black pen and moved his bare forearm towards her calmly. She took a moment to get her phone number from where she'd saved it to her contacts to stop herself forgetting it, taking the lid off of the marker pen and as clearly as possible writing her number along his forearm.

"I can text you later, get something organised. I suppose I'll see you later?" He asked with a bright smile as she passed him his pen back and put her phone back into her pocket, causing the woman to nod back shyly. There was a slight hesitation before ( y/n ) stepped forward and gave the moustached man a quick hug, much to his surprise.

"I'll see you later, Wilfy'." She smiled back at him bashfully before she began to walk off, getting to a certain distance before waving goodbye to him again. Wilford chuckled and waved back, grinning gleefully at the his plans but trying to hide it as he headed back to the Circus. Because Wilford Warfstache didn't get crushes.

. . . Right?