Rest Now: A Wilford Warfstache X Reader (Complete)

Chapter Thirteen

Wilford's Point of View:

I felt guilty. I don't know why, but... after (Y/N) told me why she stopped herself, I just couldn't look at her for long. It almost felt like it was my fault I wasn't there to help. That I couldn't be the one to stop it. The guilt seemed to eat me away, and I needed it to stop. It rolled in my stomach, making me feel like I was going to throw up.

I didn't know who else to go to. I couldn't go to Dark, and I lost contact with Light and Host long ago. My only option was Mark, as much as it pains me to admit it. I needed his help.

Adjusting my tie, I knocked on the door, clearing my throat. "Mark! I need your help!"

The door flew open, and Mark stood in the door way, looking worried, and slightly scared. His hair was tousled messily, like he just played a rage-induced game, and there were dark circles under his eyes. He grabbed my arm, and pulled me in, shutting the door quickly.

I pulled away, grimacing. I wiped my sleeve off, flicking microscopic bits of grim off it.

"What are you doing back?" Mark asked hurriedly, eyes wide.

I gave him a pained look. "I need your help."

Mark groaned, rubbing his face with his hands. "Oh, god. What did you do?"

"Nothing illegal," I snapped, crossing my arms. "It involves a girl."

He froze, then looked at me through his fingers. "A girl?"

I nodded, sitting on the couch and crossing my legs, waiting to Mark to sit across from me on the chair. "Her name is (Y/N). She... has had a hard life. About a week ago, she told me she almost committed suicide. She stopped because she wanted to fall in love."

Mark frowned. "So, what's the problem?"

I threw my hands in the air. "I feel guilty, and I don't know why!"

He flinched slightly as my outburst, then sighed, chuckling quietly. "You like her."

I scoffed, leaning back. "Yeah, so?"

"Okay. Well, I can't really help you unless I get some more information. What exactly made her want to commit suicide?"

I looked away. "Her Dad. Sexual assault, and rape for about four years."

Mark blinked, mouth agape. "Oh my God..."

I nodded, and sighed. "She's broken, okay? And I want to fix her. I need to fix her, Mark. I have never felt this way before, and now... I don't know what to do."

He nodded. "Okay. Tell you what, you bring her over here tomorrow. I'll help you out. It would be better if I knew her first hand."

I studied him for a second, then stood. "Okay. If you're willing to help."

"Of course," Mark stood as well, and smiled.

I gave him a look, going to the door. "You need some sleep. Clean up as well."

"Is it that noticeable?" he cringed.

"Yep. Bye," I left, going back to (Y/N)'s place.

~Time Skip~

I opened the door, and sighed, glancing around the empty living room. "(Y/N)? We need to talk?" I frowned, hearing nothing. I checked the house, starting with her room, then moving back to the living room. I stepped into the kitchen, then froze. 

Her computer was on the floor, a bag of chips squished on the floor, and chips everywhere. He bag lay on it's side, her stuff scattered around, and the chair next to it was on it's side.

"(Y/N)?!"

Suddenly, the screen to the computer flashed brightly, and some text appeared. I picked it up, then froze, reading it.

Hey, Wilford. I see you got yourself a roommate. I have her right now, and let me tell you, she is so fun to tease! You want her back, right? Come to the corner of Sixth, and Hazard Ln. I'll pick you up. See you there in an hour. ~Dark

I dropped the computer, then ran out the door. (Y/N)!  I'm coming!