One Wish.

Chapter 9: The Pink Touch

So before we start I would like to apologise profusely for the lack of activity this account has had. It's been a mixture of having a tonne of work to do with my education and also procrastinating, so I hope you can forgive me. I'm not going to make some bullshit promise like "I'm going to update more regularly guys and keep a schedule" because we both know that isn't true. I will try to update when I can and when I have the muse to do so but don't bank on regular chapters please, I'm sorry if this disappoints some of you. Anyway, without further ado, the story!
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Wilford Warfstache. Of course, it rang so familiar in your head now that you actually thought about it. He was a sketch created by Mark some time ago but here he was, standing right in front of you.

You thought he was sweet, he seemed to care for your wellbeing to some extent and you had to stop yourself from getting flattered by him. After all, he was technically a serial killer...

You snapped out of your thoughts when you felt Wilford examining your body for any damage that Dark had caused which you assumed, by the way Dark had handled you, was a fair bit.

Wilford sighed and shook his head, turning back to Dark with a mixture of disappointment and frustration written on his face.

"This is no way to treat a lady, Dark. I thought Mark had created us better than that." Wilford scoulded. You had to admit, Wilford had a point. Aside from his having an affair with a woman in a committed relationship and killing her, you hadn't seen Wilford treat another woman unkindly, after all, he was treating you fairly well considering the situation.

"You're forgetting that I wasn't created by Mark. I was created by his inferior fans." Dark tutted, seemingly unimpressed.

"They wanted bad, dangerous, twisted... So here I am." He presented himself with outstretched arms, causing Wilford to roll his eyes.

"Such an over exaggerated drama queen, honestly." Wilford sighed as he stood straight and turned to Dark.

"Is this really necessary? We can just take her to my hideout home, no one will find her and she can't escape." Wilford suggested, seeming uncomfortable with the way Dark was handling things.

"Where is Mark? We need him too you know." He continued, looking around the small room briefly, only to discover Mark was not there.

"Dark poisoned him. He's in the car out front." You finally managed to choke out, shrinking back as you watch Wilford's face contort into a snarled expression.

Wilford turned to Dark with a hard glare as he whipped a silver hilted dagger from his pant pocket and cornered Dark. His while demeanour and calm aura changed entirely in a matter of seconds.

"You did what now?" Wilford's voice was slow and deeper than usual, causing you to shrink back in fear. You were glad that you weren't on the other end of that dagger. But Dark seemed unphased by it all.

He dismissively pushed the dagger away with the back of his hand before folding his arms across his chest.

"Oh, put that ridiculous toothpick away before you hurt yourself." Dark belittled, causing Wilford to point the dagger back at him briefly before putting it back into its holder in his pant pocket.

"I'm going to go and clean up your mess upstairs. Untie the girl and bring her upstairs for goodness sakes. You're treating her like an animal. Stop being a savage and act gentlemanly for once. I expect you to be upstairs with the girl when I come in with Mark. He best be in good shape when I see him or I swear to god..." Wilford ranted, seeming like an angry parent more than anything and you were hopeful that you wouldn't have to stay in the basement for long.

"Swear to god what, Wilford? Hmm? What are you going to do? Kill me?" Dark mused challengingly.

"Or I swear to god you'll end up like Googleplier." Wilford threatened.

Dark seemed shocked, genuinely scared as his face contorted into an uncharacteristic gasp.

"You wouldn't dare..." Dark's shock was overtaken by a glare as he gritted his teeth together.

"Oh I would. Don't make me glitch you." Wilford threatened, before walking away and ascending the stairs to tend to Mark, leaving you and Dark alone together.