A sick boi (Wilford Warfstache)

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by Link889

by Link889

Wilford slowly stumbled out of his room and down the stairs. He walked towards the bathroom to find something that could stop this dreadfull headache he had. He searched through the cabinets with no luck. He groaned and grabbed his phone. Wilford scrolled through his contacts till he found you. He pressed it and held the phone to his ear. "Hello?" Wilford hears. "I'm dying" "did Doc tell you that?" "No. I have no medicine" "I'll be over soon." You hang up and Will smiles. He hobbles over to the couch and lays down.

Later

Wilford was laying with his head on your legs and mumbling how he's gonna die. You sighed an ran your finger through his hair.

"Boat dog. Boat dog-"

You grabbed your phone off the coffee table and answered the call.

"Hello?"

"Hey Y/n, it's Bim. I was wondering if you wanted to see a movie later with me and Host."

"Sorry, I have feverish assassin on my lap. I'll call you back with an answer when I've convinced him that a cold doesn't mean he's dying."

"Oh. Well it starts at 7:40 so have an answer by then."

"Alright. Bye"

"Bye."

You hang up and look down at Will. He's looking up at you. "I'm dying." He mumbles.