The Man In Pink Is Not Nice

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Your POV(Pic down below is me, but make it you, okay?)

I wake up, in a bed which I assume is mine. I get up, stretching, and walk out of the room. I walk around the hall, mainly trying to crack my neck.

I sneeze, and wipe my nose with the bottom of my shirt, making me tummy show a little bit. Damn, it's a bit cold. Fuck me...wearing stupid shorts...

I go down the hall, towards Anti and Dark's room

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I go down the hall, towards Anti and Dark's room. I hear moaning coming from behind the door. "Ahh~R-Right there Dark! I've been a bad boy~!" Anti moans. 'Eww. Probably not gonna go in there, anytime soon.' I think.

I turn and start down the hall, into the kitchen. I see a man, pink hair, pink mustache, and a pink bowtie.

"Ah! So, your the kid Darkimoo always talks about! All good things, I assure you!" He says. His vocabulary is very weird, like he has something in his mouth.

"Uhh...yeah. I'm Y-N. You're Wilford Warfstache, right?" I introduce myself. He nods. "You've been studying Mark's channel, haven't you?" He asks. I nod.

I start to get uneasy as I take a good look at him. He is wearing a yellowish color blouse, with brown pants and grey suspenders.

But, one thing catches my eye.

A knife, in his hand, as he smiles at me. "Uh! Would you look at the time! I've got to go back to sleep now, bye!" I say, real quick.

I start back to my room but I immediately bump into something. More like someone. I look up and see a man.

He wears a suit, glasses and a big smile

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He wears a suit, glasses and a big smile. "Oh, I am terribly sorry! My name's Bim Trimmer!" He apologizes.

"No, it's okay. I should've been looking where I was going." I say.

~~~~~~~~~Le Time Skip!~~~~~~~~

Me and Bim sit down on the couch and talk for a bit, while Wilford is looking out the window, drinking his coffee.

"Dark...you lost the kid! Haha! You lost her!" I hear Anti yell. "Hey! Don't blame this on me! You saw her last!"

Dark soon appears in the living room, and spots me. "She's in here, Anti!" Anti comes sprinting down the hall, into the room and hits me.

"Omg! Don't do that again, you idiot!" I got him back by slapping him across the face, as I run and hide behind Bim.

Dark puts his hands up, smirks and winks at me, then walks away.

He goes over and talks to Wil. As they chat, me and Anti play a game of Cat and Mouse. He's the cat, obviously. We managed to break a vase and almost kill Bim, as he tried to protect me.

Dark walks over to me. "Kid. Me, Anti and Bim are going to the store. Wilford will look after you." Dark says, grabbing
Anti by the collar and dragging him away, Anti muttering curse words. "'Kay, 'Kay."

Bim gets up from the couch and walks out the door, Dark following him. As soon as they drive away, Wil comes over and sits next to me.

"So...? What do you wanna do?" He asks. I shrug. "I don't know...you choose." He gets up and walks toward a door. A pink door. 'Man, what's up with him and pink?'

He opens it and walks in, grabbing a bottle and a rag. I slowly get off the couch. "Will...? What're you doing?" I ask.

He walks back out towards me, with that same creepy grin he had this morning, when I spotted the knife.

"Oh, nothing. You didn't know what to play, so you told me to choose. Let's play...hide and seek!"

I immediately turn and run for my life.

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