I was friends with a killer • Wilford Warfstache x Reader •

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High School has-beens

Your pov. In second person.

"I can't believe that you've waited this long to do your (f/s) (favorite subject) homework!" Wilford mocked as he walked inside your room.

You and him had always competed in everything. No matter if it was as simple as who could finish something faster (that's what she said) or who would get a high score on a test.

"I don't care. I can do it anytime! It's that easy! I could do it in my sleep and still have it be right! Unlike you!" You laughed back, finishing up the homework and turning to him. You examined his outfit.

It was a yellow dress up shirt and brown pants under a pair of pink suspenders and a pink bow. He then had a pinstriped trench coat over that. He had wore that outfit almost every day.

You would never admit it but you had a crush on him. You could be asked almost any question and know the correct answer. You even knew that he said one day, if he ever could grow his mustache out enough, he wanted to bleach and dye it pink because pink was his favorite color.

When asked about this he always claimed it was because, "pink is the sweetest of colors" which you laughed at every time he said it.

"Why did you even come over to my house anyway, Wilford?" You asked

"I got bored and wanted to hang out. We can't hang if your too busy doing homework in your sleep!" He mocked me while laughing.

You two hung out and the day soon ended. You wished you guys couldve done that more. Graduation was the last time you saw him and afterwards he gave you the tightest hug you've ever hug then you never saw him again.