Crimson (Googleiplier × Reader)

Chapter XII

Your POV 

You had no idea what Host's deal was. At the mention of Dark taking Kelsey, he just seemed to snap. The air around him seemed almost electric and he looked absolutely pissed. He stalked over to you extremely fast and didn't hesitate to grab your arm and before you could protest, he had already teleported with you in tow. You landed with a soft thud on your feet and looked around. My apartment? How'd he know where I live... Host snorted. He can't read minds, right? Your suspicions were proved wrong as he growled, looking around.
"Host can sense Dark. He was here. Follow Host." He said, beckoning with two fingers. Um...ok? You figured it best to not ask any questions. Host was in high alert. You stepped into the kitchen and noticed a note on the counter.

"Hey, Host. There's a note." You said, picking it up and reading aloud.

Ah. (Y/N). So glad you decided to show up. As you can see, we are not home at the moment, but on a nice trip somewhere more appropriate. You know where. Come alone. I know Host is with you. If he follows, I will not hesitate to kill your friend. Don't try to trick me, dear. It won't work. Well, until then.
                               
                                                 ~Dark
You shivered at the thought of going alone. Host looked like he was about to explode in anger. He snarled before slamming his hands down on the table. "Host needs time to calm down." He said before dissappearing.

"Gee, thanks. Now I'm alone..." You thought aloud. "Dylan?" You called. No answer. Must've gone to work then... You felt hands snake around your waist and stiffened.

"Aww...Come on now, don't be like that. I just wanna hug~" he said. Wilford!

"Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey! Hands off!" You said as his hands ran down your waist. You turned around and pushed him away. "What are you even doing here? How did you find out where I live? We've only met once before." You questioned. He shrugged innocently. You scoffed and stormed past him, grabbing your car keys. "H-hey! What are you doing?!" You exlaimed as Wilford took your keys out of your hand.

"It's called flirting (Y/N)." He said, dropping your keys down his pants. Welp, not using those ever again...You thought. You grabbed your spare set and clung tightly to them.

"Not interested." You stated plainly before heading toward the door, hiding your fear. Please just let me leave... You thought. After all, you needed to get to Kelsey before Dark did anything drastic. You had your hand on the door handle and were about to turn it when Wilford grabbed your hands, holding then up together above your head and pushing your body against the door. "W-Wilford, let me go. P-please." You said as he leaned on you.

"Nnoooo." He said softly before prying the spare keys out of your hands despite your efforts. He then began to slowly move his hands down your frame, stopping at your thighs. This isn't happening. He just shows up out of nowhere and starts making moves on me?! Aw hell no! You thought. You kicked your leg back with as much force you could muster, hitting home as he fell to his knees, releasing you and holding his crotch. He started chuckling as you opened the door. Not hesitating a second, you sprinted down the hall and into the stairwell. You paused halfway down and facepalmed. The keys! Breathing in deeply, you figured you'd see if Mark was home. Continuing down the stairs, you emerged on the third floor and stopped in front of room 332. Knocking frantically, you sighed a breath of relief as Mark opened the door.

"(Y/N)?" He asked. You noticed his eyes were red and puffy.

"Mark, ommigod, what happened?" You asked, forgetting about Wilford and stepped inside. He looked away, wiping his eyes.