"You shouldn't be allowed to treat people that way," Amy scolds as Wilford leads her along. The other Egos share the next two floors. Ed Edgar has a room full of used cars, and Amy has no idea how they got the cars up here or how they could possibly get them back down again. She only assumes that the Egos can do just about anything they put their minds to, if they should have the inkling. They've kept Wilford from blowing up the place thus far, and that's a great achievement in and of itself.
"And besides, Bim is such a sweetheart, and he'd never speak up for himself on his own." Amy peers into an old pickup. It's full of old magazines and extra cowboy hats, and it smells leather and sawdust. "Where is Ed?"
"Out trying to sell his son most likely," Wilford spits. He's annoyed with Amy because she's annoyed with him, and the cycle of annoyance continues as he ushers her into Silver Shepard's section of the floor. It's mostly full of his own memorabilia. "Come on, there isn't anything else to see."
"What about the top floor? Oh, and the roof!" Amy tries on a pair of Silver's gloves and wiggles her fingers. "How does wear these things?"
"His hands are quite large," Wilford mumbles, kicking over a standing lamp.
Amy rolls her eyes at him. "Quit pouting. It doesn't suit you." Amy pats his cheek gently and strides over to the elevator. "Come on, show me the top floor and the roof."
Wilford brushes his fingers through his pink hair a few times and huffs. "You don't want to see the top floor. We'll just go up to the roof."
"Why? What's on the top floor?" Then Amy thinks about it, and she realizes that the only major Ego whose humble abode she has yet to see is Dark's. "Oh."
"Oh, is right," Wilford chortles. "I imagine you aren't quite ready to face..."
The elevator doors open slowly to reveal a pale man in a fine suit, his hands folded behind his back. He tilts his head to the side at the sight of Amy and Wilford standing together before him, and it almost seems to amuse him. "Hello, Miss Amy."
The way he says her name immediately unnerves her, and she takes a few steps away from the elevator. Wilford Warfstache prickles up like an angry cat. "I'm not in the mood to deal with you, Edgelord. Scurry back to your little den of iniquity, won't you?"
"But aren't you giving our guest a tour? She really ought to see my office, of course!" Dark looks past Wilford to Amy, and his eyes seem to try to swallow her whole. He traces his tongue along his top lip and quirks his mouth into a half-smile. "Wouldn't you like me to handle the rest of the tour?"
Amy backs into a display case containing of a plethora of Silver Shepard figurines. Dark tries to take a few steps forward, but Wilford puts a hand up on the other Ego's shoulder. Wilford smiles and wiggles his mustache at Dark. "Do I really need to resort to violence, Darkipoo? I sure would hate to make a scene in front of Miss Nelson on her first visit."
Dark's gaze flicks from Wilford's eyes to his feet and back before settling once more on Amy. He fixes her in place with his calculating glare, and she feels his gray aura envelope her in its embrace for just a moment before it recedes. "No, I suppose we shouldn't frighten her away so quickly. Should we?" Dark knocks Wilford's hand from his shoulder and spins around on his heel as calm and collected as can be.
He disappears into the elevator, and Amy slides down the display case to the floor. She's never encountered anything or anyone like... whatever Dark is. Wilford takes a staggering breath and pulls a dagger out of thin air, roaring and sinking it into the wall somewhere behind Amy.
Silver Shepard, hiding behind his hands, clucks like a startled chicken as the dagger hums in the wall only inches from his head and asks, "Did I come in at a bad time?"
Wilford rolls his eyes and pulls Amy rather roughly to her feet. "We were just leaving." Warfstache punches the elevator button and waits impatiently for it to come. Once he and Amy are inside, he crosses his arms over his chest again and properly pouts. "Dark always ruins all my fun."
Amy, finally returning to her senses, shakes the last of the gray aura from her head. "Thank you, Wilford."
It takes a moment for Wilford to realize what she's talking about, but then he shrugs. "I couldn't let him take you. If anyone is the building is going to kill you, Miss Nelson, you can be sure it'll be me," he winks at her.
Amy laughs and nods. "Alright, Wilford. I think that I've seen more than enough today."
Together they ride back to the lobby, and Wilford walks Amy to the revolving glass door. "Will you ever come back?" he asks quietly.
Amy looks back over her shoulder at him and raises an eyebrow at him. "You won't get rid of me so easily, Wilford Warfstache. I'll be back sooner than you can blink." With that, she steps outside into the warm sunlight as a breeze tosses her golden hair.
And that's how all the trouble began...
