The Reader Affair

Starting Again

On Tumblr I asked what my followers would like to see me write. One person (an anonymous) asked to see a Warfstache and Reader fic that would have something to do with Cyndago's The Ned Affair. They wanted a fic like this in particular because apparently there's barely any Warfstache fanfics.

I will admit Warfstache was one of the more challenging characters I've had to write, but I hope I did the pink mustachioed man some justice. Enjoy. :)

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It had been a day after the rooftop shootout and Officer Ned was still rattled from the experience. While it pleased him that Warfstache was deceased, his mind shook madly from accidentally murdering a baby. The man had never committed murder, but always drew his gun to defend himself. He had ran into one or two occasions where he thought he had to put the weapon to use, but thankfully, those situations were relieved of any gunfire.

The gun from the rooftop showdown had been confiscated. It was unlike any other gun the officer had seen before. It was a miniature gold pistol that gleamed with sophistication and Wilfred Warfstache's fingerprints. But among those murderer's prints were the officer's as well. They would find that out soon enough and time slowly killed him as he tried to think of an explanation. He could easily say that he was in a struggle with Warfstache and shot the baby by accident. Or it was Warfstache who did it and he tried to get the gun away from him and it was too late. Or something, anything, just to clear his name and conscious.

Officer Lee's funeral was planned for tomorrow. His body rested in the town's morgue and a fatal wound sealed his fate. Lee's family and wife were told of the tragic incident and how bravely he died in battle while fighting off a homicidal madman. Ned couldn't remember the last time he had seen a woman, presumably Lee's wife, cry so loud and long. The image was seared into his mind of a gorgeous woman doubling over and nearly falling in the threshold of their home, sobbing horribly. Thankfully, Lee had no sons or daughters because that would have added to the heartbreak.

His boss had asked him if he wanted some time off and without thinking, Ned said no. Justice never slept and neither did he. Righteousness coursed through his veins as though he were Captain America. Yet he would allow justice to sleep in his bones on his easy days and off days, when no crime littered the streets with its dark mannerisms. Though now that he recalled the offer, he wished he would have said yes. The culmination of his accidental murder, Lee's wife, and his best friend's demise was wrecking him body and soul and for once, Fazzbear's pizza held no cure. He wasn't sure how much longer he could endure this brewing storm within his skull, but he had to be strong and continue with his routine. Wake up, get a coffee and doughnut from the bakery on 11th street, go to work, go home, eat a late dinner, watch tv and down a few Yuenglings before turning in. Repeat the process until he died or was fired. That seemed simple, right?

"Officer Ned, can I see you in my office?"

Here was the boom; they probably found the fingerprints by now and the head honcho wanted to see him. Ned would lose his job, his mind, and probably find himself in an endless, drunken stupor. He had no wife to snap him to or no kids to bring him joy. It was just him in an apartment in the suburbs of town, away from all the hustle and bustle. It did him well to be away from all that traffic and tension, but at the same time its floors creaked with loneliness. He would have to look for work elsewhere, probably as a security for the stores or a club bouncer, anything that would accept his qualifications and overlook his murder.

"We have a new recruit today. We need you to train them on the methods of the force. You know what to do. Is that clear?"

Relief washed over Officer Ned as he did his best not to collapse into the chair to his left. A new recruit training, thank God. This would definitely help him take his mind off his internal struggle. This person wouldn't be the new Lee. Lee would always be his right hand man until he died and he refused to believe otherwise. It was always good though to have a new face in the building and on the streets.