Waluigi x Reader

Hideout

How to ask a voice in your head and make it respond.
Talking to an inner voice that answers you things you did not know about your life or self.
Omniscient voice in your mind that you never had before and how to make it speak to you.
My secret FBI agent must be questioning my sanity by now. Seeing my browser history I am actually starting to think I am stupid. To expect an article about such a phenomenon is merely insane. Sure, there is Schizophrenia, hearing your own voices and hallucinations. But how in the world am I supposed to describe the fact that your life changed from one day to the next in the sense of completely losing a close friendship and having a new person entering it by claiming to be your best friend although you never even met them before.

Previously I rushed out of the class right after it ended so I could save myself some alone time to ask the voice. So far I have been remaining unsuccessful. Even by researching about it there was no solution to my very specific and extraordinary issue to be found. Sighing in vexation I put my phone back into the pocket of my jacket. For the time being I would have to make my way to class anyways.

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The time passed uneventfully.
I wonder how many courses we have together.
I did not see Waluigi at all after the first two periods. Perchance he took me heading out so fast without him badly. I begin to feel sorry thinking about the fact that I stopped being the best friend to him mainly because I could not remember any of it. To him this is just a normal day. Meanwhile I am realizing I entered an alternate reality.
I should apologize and explain. But would he even believe me?

In the free periods until I can go home I am going through my phone. Some things must be different in there too. I open the messenger app just to discover that there no longer is Leila in my chats. Instead it is Waluigi... in his profile picture I discern that he is standing in front of a bathroom mirror. His purple shirt is opened revealing another black one underneath it. His stare seems quite intense even though it's visible through no more than a picture.
Scrolling through the actual chat I ascertain that we texted frequently. The last time we chatted was yesterday.

11:25 am
Hey, what are you up to?

11:30 am
Nothing, why?

11:32 am
Aight, let's hang out at our place in 30

11:33 am
I'll be right there

What does "our place" mean?
On the town's hill in the forest is a special tree. Your hideout. The two of you met there when you were 11 and kept doing so ever since.

A headache. There it was again. The voice. How did I just do that? I cannot point it out. Yet I am convinced that it is being triggered by something which is not me straight up bombarding it with questions. It must be a memory flashing through my head because it is of such utter importance that I simply would not forget it. This alternate self would not.
No, you will probably be provided with the necessary information when you actively need it.
In conclusion I may want to get to this tree because he is there right now.