Cuteness (Wilford Warfstache x Reader) {DISCONTINUED}

Cuteness 1

I was getting ready for the big day!! Today I was going to Vidcon (insert year)!! I hopped up out of bed. Rushed over to the mirror and checked my look. I need major makeover. I can't wait to go to Vidcon!! I bounced around my hotel room. I rummaged through my suitcase. Yes!! I pulled out my Wilford Warfstache outfit. Which honestly I wore this outfit waay to much sometimes but Wilfy is soo cute!! Even if he is make believe. I took off my Septic pajamas. I slipped on my amazing shorts, tucked my tan collared shirt in, whipped out my gorgeous suspenders, and last but not least my socks and shoes slithered on. I'm hundred percent ready!! Wait, no i'm mot. My hair!! I rushed to the bathroom and brushed it out. Ok, now i'm ready. I grabbed my VIP pass, wallet, cardboard microphone, and keys. This day will be the best ever!! I get to meet Mark and Jack. Hooray!! I literally skipped out of my room and down the hall.      

~Time skip~

It was still dark out so that means not a lot of people would be in there. I walked in and breathed in. As I walked around I got a bunch of compliments on my 'cosplay'. I laughed it off since they didn't know this was my real outfit. The fake mic didn't help tho. I skipped through the halls like a little girl. "Excuse me ma'am?" A man stopped me. "Yes?" I asked in my squeaky mouse voice. "I'm Jacky Darell, a reporter, I was wondering if you could tell me about your Wilford cosplay." Jacky asked. "Well, Sir, I think I should be doing the reporting. I mean I am THE Wilford Warfstache." I joked in my best Wilfy impression. Jacky chuckled at my joke. "Well Wilford we'll have to see." He winked. "In all seriousness how well do you know the character Wilford?" Jacky asked. "Well, I've been watching Markiplier, his creator, for a while and I do know that Wilfy is a reporter the murders people. He's ran from the cops and murder the husband of the wife he was having an affair with. HE also killed the neighbors and dog for no witnesses." I explained. "Wilfy?" Jacky smirked. I froze, not even noticing the slip up of his nickname. "Uh- um- Yea it's a little nickname f-from the... internet!!" I tripped on my words. "Mhm, Ok. Well that's the time we have now. Good bye Wilford." Jacky saluted. "And I'll see you later!" I saluted in my Wilfy accent. That's when the intercom came on. (I don't know ow Vidcon works sorry!!) I rushed to where Mark was doing his panel.

~Time Skip~   

I sat down in my seat which was the second row to the front. I technically bounced in my seat waiting for the panel to start. The lights dimmed as people flooded in. I got more compliments on my outfit. Of course I thanked them. The lights flashed on and Mark's voice boomed around the room. "Hello everybody My name is Markiplier and today on this lovely psnel I am joined byy.... Crankgameplays!!!" Ethan came running on to stage "Myskurm!!!" Bob came running out on stage. "LordMinion777!!!" Wade came dancing out on stage. "Apocoliptic_12!!!!" Tyler ran onto stage. "Did you have to use my Twitter name?" Tyler spoke into his mic. "Yes now shoosh." Mark cooed. "Now the one you've all been waiting for!! Markiplier!!" Mark sprinted on to stage and leaped into the couch. "Hi!" They all said and waved in unison. I wiggled around in my chair. Blah blah They're gonna do a Q&A and some games blah blah.

~Another frick flackin time skip~

Everyone started exiting the panel area. I still had a few hours til signings so I decided to wonder around. There were games but I didn't feel like paying money on them. Believe it or not but I am extremely poor. It took up my entire life saving for this. As I wondered around I could see so many people and booths. I walked around for a little while until I found a food court. I bought a slice of pizza for a cheep price. "Aye Mama, You lookin extra thicc!!' I heard a male yell. I knew I was being catcalled. I played cool and stayed innocent. "Thank you, kind sir!!" I smiled back. He was a little set back by my response then smiled. Him and his friends walked over to me. "Hey little lady." He cooed. I wanted to gag on the spot. "Hi mister, how are you?" I kindly asked like a five year old. "I was wondering if I could get your number." He smirked. "Oh, sure!!" I squealed. I handed him a paper with A number on it. Not mine. I gave him the number to a christian hotline. "why thank you. Hope to talk soon." He winked. Him and his friends walked away. Fools. I went back to eating when I heard the man curse loudly. That caused a lot of tension. Out the corner of my eye I saw him stomping towards me. "Well hello again." I smiled sweetly. "Do you think this is funny?" He grunted. "Oh, whatever do you mean." I 'sadden'. "The fucking fake number you stupid bitch." He cursed. "Now, now, that language is very rude." I scolded. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me closer to him. "Look here you dumb cunt-" he was cut off "Excuse me sir I don't think that's how you talk to a girl." A milky deep voice spoke. He didn't let go. "Why don't you fuck off and mind your own business." The man barked. "Let go!" I wiggled. "Shut it!" He yelled. Then a hand came over the man's shoulder. The hand flipped him around. The man let me go and spun around. I looked over his shoulder only to see Markiplier himself. The man looked stunned at the sight of Mark. "M-Mark! Omg! I'm a big fan!!" He said nervously. You clould see the glare in Mark's eyes. "Leave this poor little girl alone." Mark sternly said. He nodded quickly and left back to his group of friends. "Ar you ok?' Mark asked. "I'm fine." I peeped trying to hide my excitement. "I'm a big fan you know." I said gaining my confidence. "Really. I couldn't tell by your Wilford Warfstache outfit." He laughed sarcastically. I blushed totally forgeting about my outfit. "Uh- um- Heh, right." I stuttered. Mark laughed and ruffled my hair.  I fixed up my hair and pouted. "Aww." Mark cooed. "What?" I pouted. "You know you act like a little girl. How old are you?" Mark asked. "One ouch and two I'm 24." I giggled. "You act pretty young for your age." He laughed. "Says the man that won the mental age of seven." I scoffed. Mark turned red and laughed. "Touche." Mark laughed. "Hey, how would you like to hangout sometime." He asked. "Don't you have a girlfriend?" I puzzled. "I meant as friend sheesh!" Mark grumbled. "Oh! I'm so sorry! It's just what happened back there a-and-" "I'm kidding pipsqueak." He laughed. "Hey! I'm only 3 years younger then you!" I stomped my heel. "Exactly." He laughed. "So, wanna be friends?" He asked one more time. "Sure." I held out my hand. He gladly shook it. "Now here." I handed him my phone. "Why do I need this?" Mark puzzled. "So you can put your number in it, duh!" I huffed. "Sorry but I have a girlfriend." He laughed. "Do you wanna be my friend or not?" I pouted. "Ok, ok." He chuckled and typed his number in. "Oh, By the way this outfit isn't just a cosplay. I actually wear all the time. I clean it of course." I squeaked. "Cool." Mark said as he waved goodbye. I waved back. As soon as he walked away out of sight I did a little dance in excitement. I can't believe I just talked to THE Markiplier AND got his number!! I threw away my plate and walked to the signing booths. Mark's signing was about to start and I sure didn't want to miss it. I forgot to ask for a pic. 

Wilford Warfstache POV      

I was sitting in a room for alter ego's only. The door had employees closet on it tho. I was here with dark, Anti, Google, Glitch and various more alter egos. Mark came in. "Hey Markimoo." I cooed. "Shut it Warf." He snarled. "Someones snappy?" I teased. "Just let me get my jacket in peace will you." He frantically looked around. "Oh, you mean this one?" I held his jacket. Mark tried snatching it from me but I moved it to fast. "Give it to me, Wil." He said sternly. "Tell me who the girl is I smell all over you." I growled. "It was a young lady. Now that I think of it I didn't catch her name. She was dressed like you. And what was crazy is that, that was her normal outfit." Mark laughed. I threw his jacket at him. "Mhm." I hummed intrigued. A girl dressed like me twenty four seven. It's a bit creepy but cool. Who knew someone could like me so much? "Earth to Warf?" Mark waved his hand in front of my face. My face turned as pink as my mustache. "Y-yes?" I jumbled my word. "Thanks for the jacket." Mark laughed and walked away. "Looks lie someone is crushing~" Dark teased. "Huh? W-what! No I'm not I haven't even met the girl. Plus her scent was cupcakes a-and flowers. Sweet sweet flowers." I daydreamed. "Man he's got it bad." Anti laughed. "Uh- Uh- I-I'll be right back." I stuttered. I walked into the little bathroom that we had. Come on Wil it's a human dressed like you! It's not unlikely. she smelt of sweet things!! You're not into that! You're now even into humans! But you are into killing them. I grinned wickedly. I walked back over to the boys. 

                                         "I've found my new victim boys."