What's wrong with Wilford?

The Incident

Standing at the head of the conference room table, Dark watched as the Iplier egos began to enter the room one after another. The Googles were first, punctual as ever. Followed by Bim Trimmer, the Jims, and Ed Edgar. At some point, the Host had appeared in the seat to his left, while Dr. Edward Iplier took a seat at the blind man's other side.

Dark nodded to the others, smirking slightly as Google Blue and Oliver, the yellow Google android attempted to make small talk. Lately, it had become Oliver's mission, as the most empathetic of the Googles, to teach the other three how to interact on a more human level.

There had been varying degrees of success.

Turning his gaze from the androids, Dark glanced at the clock. 9:53. Seven minutes before the meeting was officially set to start.

As the dark ego watched the clock tick on, listening idly to the chatter of the other, the rest of their household began to shuffle in. Eric Derekson came in with King of the Squirrels and the two helped a limping Silver Shepherd into one of the seats at the end of the table next to Yanderiplier and Bing. The latter two egos were seemingly confused at being asked to attend the meeting. Iplier meetings were typically called to discuss plans related to Mark and his YouTube channel, and occasionally finances. Matters that neither Yanderiplier nor Bing liked to be involved in.

The clock tick on and Dark hummed. It was time to begin.

He glanced to his left at the Host and Dr. Iplier, checking to see if they were ready to begin, knowing that as two of the oldest egos next to himself and a certain pink mustached maniac, they would be vital in the meeting ahead. The Doctor gave him a nod in acknowledgment while Host straightened up in his seat, confirming that Dark had both of their attentions.

On his other side, his gaze met nothing but an empty chair.

Lovely.

The Dark ego sighed.

"Where is Wilford?"

Having not heard the head ego, the others continued a series of separate conversations. Ed getting into a seemingly heated discussion with Google Green, while across the table both Jims rambled on about who knows what one another.

Idiots.

"The dark ego cleared his throat, attempting to gain their attention. However much to his annoyance, no one was listening." The Host narrated, a slight quirk of his lip. Dark felt his aura shift around him and with a sudden surge of aggression. With a guttural growl and a flicker of blue and red, he slammed a fist onto the table. Effectively silencing all conversation as the egos looked at him with mixed expressions of fear and intimidation.

"Where is Wilford."

All eyes turned to the empty seat next to Dark. While at the back of the room Silver Shepeard flinched violently.

"The Host informs Darkiplier that Wilford Warfstache is not currently aware of this meeting and has not left his room."

Dark seethed slightly.

"And why may I ask, did you elect not to mention this before now."

"The Host responds that he was unsure if this information would be needed. It was a possibility that Dark would ignore Wilford's absence altogether."

"Very well." Dark said, maintaining his composure at the Host's nonsensical reasoning. It would do him no good to be upset with the other ego, while Dark would not put it past him to at times be intentionally oblivious for no reason other than his own amusement, he knew that the Host would not purposely be difficult in such a situation. Not after the prior day's events.