I decided not to tell Wilford. I walked in his room and he pointed his gun at me. I looked at his eyes and noticed pure pain. "H-hey Wilford, l-look, w-we got off on the wrong hand. And I just wanted to apologize. S-so im sorry." I said. He looked at me in shock and it seemed that some of his pain went away. "You are hurting on the inside aren't yoy?" I asked. He stared at me for a second and then nodded. "Don't worry, everyone has their issues." I said as i gave him a hug.
"Come on, let's go to the woods and you can talk about it." I said.
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Dark's wittle kitten. (Darkiplier x child!Reader)
FanfictionY/n had her own style. Pastels and black. her parents hated it and her style. Living like this for 13 years plus abuse you finally learned how to block out the pain, you only cry in anger at yourself because you didn't do anything about it. You do...
