Rest Now: A Wilford Warfstache X Reader (Complete)

Chapter Twelve

Before I begin, I just want to thank you all for reading, and voting, and commenting. I am so grateful to have all of you reading this story, you have no idea. I promised that I would do something at a hundred votes, and I did. It's in the author's note on the chapter previous of this, but... nobody seems to have Skype. Or just doesn't really care. That's fine and all, but I really wanted to talk to you. So, I guess here is some other info on me!

Skype:
Username: bloodynightsky

Instagram:
Username: bloodynightsky

Okay, so... honestly, I thought I had more... I mean, I have Pinterest, but I've gotten some negative feedback from having Pinterest. Idk why, it's a nice app... anyway, yes, I don't have Facebook, or Twitter. I'm not a "cool" kid in a sense. It's funny. When I say I don't have Facebook or Twitter, I get weird looks and stuff. IM NOT MAINSTREAN, I DON'T THINK... anyway, enjoy that chapter!

(Y/N) Point of View:

A week passed after the panic attack. Wilford and I didn't talk much after our little talk. He got kinda distant, and awkward, almost like he didn't know what to do, or how to react. It was sappy, I know, but... it's true. I did stop myself because I wanted to fall in love, and... I think I have. But now I've screwed it all up... like usual.

I went to college like usual, and studied afterwards. Wilford hung out in his room most of the time, sometimes going out for long periods of times. We didn't really talk. I was... regretting telling him.

Today was Friday. I came back from college to an empty house. Wilford left a note saying he was going to be out for a bit and that he'd be back before dinner. I sighed, crumpling the note up and throwing it into the recycle bin.

I started my computer, going into the kitchen to grab something to eat. When I turned back with a bag of chips, I froze. The screen on my laptop was completely black with the text 'Hello' typed up on it. I approached hesitantly, seeing the cursor blink under it.

I set the bag down then slowly typed.

Hello?

Good, I thought you would've shut it down.

Who is this? How are you doing this?

How I'm doing it doesn't matter. What does matter is that you are letting Wilford live with you.

How do you know that? Who are you?

I'm a friend of Wilford's. You can call me Dark. I know all about you, (Y/N).

I froze, my fingers hovering over the keyboard. How do you know my name?

Nothing. My worry grew with each passing second.

Enjoy your stay.

Suddenly, there was a bright light, then everything went dark.