Ships and Spaghetti [ONE SHOTS]

[Darkiplier x Willford Warstach] I hate me, why dont you

Title - I hate me, why dont you
Word count - 2234 words
Type - SFW

Fandom - Markiplier Lore/Egos
Ship - Darkiplier x Willford Warstach

Content Warnings - [No major content warning], Angst with happy ending
Spoilers - None

Author's note - This is my first fic posted out here ! For this one I went with one of my fav ship because if there isn't enough content, than I'll make the content myself ! Hope you like it as much as I do :)

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"-STUPID FUCKING PLAN" Dark screamed, slamming his hands and throwing away a pile of paper off his desk.

The gliching man was fumming, trembling and gritting his teeth. The plan had failed, again, and nothing in his paper was making sences. He sat back down and sighed heavily. The anger was lingering in his head, mixing with the mess his thoughts had been lately...

Willford had randomly decided to leave the manor where most of the egos lived a couple of month ago. Without a note or anything. He wasn't there one morning at breakfast, nor the one after. This wasn't too concerning at first but as days turned to weeks and weeks turned into month, things had been thought for Dark. The other egos came to the conclusion he went to party or something, but no one really cared or tried to search for him.

The pink mustached man had finally returned after this eternity of an absence two days ago and acted as if nothing ever happened.

In that time, Dark had became what could be defined as a rightful mess under all appearances.

When Willford went "missing" for more than two whole weeks Darkiplier had started to panic. Of course he hid it, the other couldnt know their "leader" was crumbling because one person left. They couldnt see him being afraid and worried like that. Specifically if it was about a one particular man who he always claimed annoyed him.

Than, alongside the worry, he started to overthink. After all it was probably his fault he left...Dark was not always the nicest or most pleasant person to be around. Or maybe he went away because Dark reminded him of the past...of Damien ?

That's when he started to doubt himself as intrusive thoughts started to rush back in. These thoughts were long forgotten but they didnt come alone. Old memories of his past self also started coming along. And the more he remembered, the more the hate he felt for Damien grew.

He really hated Damien. His naif self. How he would act back them, how pathetic he was. He hadn't had those thoughts coming this badly in years, not since he started existing really. Since that time, he had adapted to an environment with the other egos, and would keep his objectives in mind at all time to keep himself grounded.

He never told anyone this, but the only other thing keeping his emotions and thoughts at bay was Willford's personality. The ball of chaos and energy he was offered a distraction to groan and be sassy about but now...Now he was loosing all control.

His emotions were running wild, wich never happened. The glitchy man had that reputation of calm and cold hearted. Of being scary for short, and he enjoyed it. But since Wafstach had went away, his facade started crumbling away. He was a broken mess and he hated that. Anyone could tell something was wrong but they would never dare to ask, of course not. All the others who worked with him felt that something was disturbing the great Darkiplier. They could feel it in his work as it became strange, chaotic and confusing as time went on.

But worse of all, worse than the self hatred, the mess his head constantly was and everything...Wilford leaving woke up feelings he had forgotten about.