What's wrong with Wilford?

Worry

Dark sat at his desk in his office, going over the most recent requests submitted by egos to leave the manor. In the three weeks following the at the park, in which Wilford killed three humans and accidentally shot Silver Sheperd in the process, Dark had placed restrictions on the Ipliers, only allowing outings when absolutely necessary. They were drawing too much attention, and that was not something that would do them any good. They were lucky enough that no one seemed to question the fact that there appeared to be an abundance of men walking around looking like each other, though Dark would place that particular blessing as part of whatever power was able to bring the egos to life in the first place. Still, though people may not question the abundance of Markiplier lookalikes that roamed the streets, it would not do for them to start dropping bodies left and right.
With a sigh, Dark signed his approval on a request by Ed Edgar to return to work. Moving on to the next form, a request by Yandere to attend a party with their "Senpai", Dark was just about to mark it as declined when disheveled Bim Trimmer came barging through the door, panting.
Dark quirked an eyebrow.

"Trimmer. To what do I owe the pleasure of this sudden interruption?"

"Dark! It-its-!"

Bim paused, reaching out to brace himself against the doorframe, taking in gusts of air to catch his breath.

Dark folded his hands, "Take your time," then, gesturing to the pile of paperwork around him quipped with a slight smile, "it's not as if I was doing anything important."

Frantically shaking his head, Bim finally gasped out- "It's Wilford!"

Dark's smile disappeared instantly.

"Where."
"In- in the studio. Dark- he's-"

Not waiting for the other to finish, Dark stood up and used his aura to teleport himself to the other side of the manor, outside of Wilford and Bim's studio.
In the hall outside the studio, Dark could hear shouting and other raised voices coming from the other side. In front of the door, one of the Jims stood frantically pacing, gibbering in what the Egos called "Jim-speak" as Eric tried to calm him down.

"He's in there! Jim! Jim is in there! Pink Jim is gonna use his shooty on him!" The frantic Jim paused his cries when he saw Dark, running up to him he grasped at the elder ego's jacket.

"Dead man! You have to save him! You have to save Jim!"

"I'm sure your brother will be fine," Dark said, grunting slightly as he pulled himself out of the Jim's hold, pushing him back toward Eric. Dark straightened his jacket lightly. Ridiculous egos as they were, the Jims had surprising strength.

Shouldering past the two, Dark moved forward, opening the studio doors.

Inside, the sight before him was chaotic. On the ground lay Red, one of the google androids. A bullet hole through his chest revealed the wiring and other electronic components that made up his being, sparking slightly as the android lay seemingly unconscious. One of the other Googles, Yellow, or "Oliver" as Dark had been told he preferred to be called, knelt next to him.

Dark noted that Wilford's gun appeared to be on the ground next to the androids.

In the center of the room, Wilford stood raving, brandishing a knife toward the other Jim, as the pirate ego, Magnum, tried to hold him back.

"He killed them! He killed my friends! Let me get him!"

As Dark began to approach, the door flung open behind him and Dr. Edward Iplier ran in, followed by the other two Googles.

"Dark! What happened?" Dr. Iplier asked as he rummaged in his coat pockets.

"You know as much as I do Doctor," Dark said, as he moved toward Wilford, who was now held slightly off the ground as Magnum managed to wrap his arms around the smaller ego, pinning the pink ego's own flailing arms to his sides. Unfortunately, Magnum had not relieved him of the knife he'd been brandishing, and almost as soon as the pirate had managed to restrain him, he found himself with a knife lodged into his thigh, causing him to release his hold in shock.