It was a normal day in the Ego household until, Yancy, Jim, Jim and Dark could hear a scream coming from Wilford's room.
Dark ran down the corridor, bursting open the door. Slightly out of breath when he entered.
Dark: Wilford?! What the hell-
But he was cut off.
Wil: There's a fucking hole in my stomach!
Dark knew where this came from, thankfully, Wilford did not because of his memory.
William: It is not what it looks like, I swear, I was just pulling the knife out because he asked me too.
Dark: It is quite alright Memory! Colonel, I know you did not do this. I do not know who did though.
Of course... Dark was lying.
Wil: I- I didn't know I was dead? Dark, am I... Dead?
Dark: No! Of course y-you aren't Wil. You aren't...
They looked at eachother for a moment, then William broke the silence. He went over to Dark and said something quiet enough that Wilford couldn't hear.
William: When are you going to tell him, Damien? That you did that?
Dark: I don't want to, therefore, I'm never going to.
He cannot keep this a secret forever.
Word count: 200
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FanfictionANOTHER Darkstache fanfic / short story. There's so many lol, but this one is gonna be fun to write!