Old friends (a wilford x dark fanfic)

Something I used to know

The name struck me deeply. Damien...it sounded so familiar and brought up so many emotions in me. I was walking back and forth for a while trying to remember how I knew him and it suddenly hit me "Dames! Oh gosh Damien it's been ages...the last time I saw you was- never mind that! How did you know it was me? I mean we both look so different!" A small laugh escaped me and I could feel tear pricking the corners of my eyes. He just sighed and teleported across the room "I told you...I'm not really him. I just have his memories. Id prefer if you called me darkiplier. But really there's not many people he knew who sounded like you...that stupid voice is deeply rooted in my memory." I walked over with a smile and patted him on the shoulder "of course! Sorry dark. Speaking of which I should introduce myself too! I go by Wilford warfstache- well for now anyways. Never know when the police will catch up to me heh...and isn't that sweet that even after all this time you still remember me. Even if it is only because I was annoying..."

he glitched away again and rolled his eyes standing by the mirror that had started to form more cracks the moment he stood by. "You didn't annoy Damien just me. He seemed to be pretty fond of you. The others...not so much. They want you dead..well mark couldn't care either way." As he said that I only got more and more confused "mark..? Are there like..multiple people possessing you or something?" He just shrugged as he looked back at me "It's a bit confusing to me to. I have their memories but I don't fully understand the situation" (and his answer being this definitely isn't just because I don't really understand the lore behind it myself Noo) "It's like I'm made up of a bunch of different parts but I'm still a different person." I laugh softly "ah so like..a ship of Theseus...are you really the same person if most of your parts have been replaced...that's like really attractive."

Dark glared and grumbled "what's your deal? You're not exactly..the same they remember you either." I walked over to him with a smile and shrugged "I think...I'm like this because of you. I vaguely remember seeing someone I used to know come back to life after I killed them. It kinda..made me unique I suppose." He glitched over to me looking un amused "you mean it drove you crazy." I shook my head and laughed softly "crazy? No no I wouldn't call myself crazy-" "I would. You've killed multiple people with no regrets for your actions." I stood there scratching my neck awkwardly "well...they're fine! They'll come back eventually...just like you did dame- I mean...dark." Dark looked at me looking very concerned and almost upset for a moment before snapping back to a stern expression "wil...ahem...wilford....nevermind. How did you...no WHY did you come here?"