Devil In Disguise [Darkiplier x Reader]

Chapter Twenty Four (Leave): Walking in a Winter Wonderland

Upon reaching Hautley's Bend, you saw a man in a light brown pea coat slumped over on a bench. He held his head in his hands while snow flakes gently coated his form, some staying in his hair and some on his shoulders.

Your feet crunched against the winter snow, the cold breeze just barely hitting your face as you continued forward. You approached the man on the bench, assuming it was Wilford since there was no one else in this park.

"Wilford?" You said softly as you placed a hand gently on his shoulder. He stiffened a bit at the contact, but when he laid eyes on you, his expression seemed to soften a bit. "You wanted to see me?"

"Yes, yes, of course I did. Why wouldn't I?" He stood up abruptly from his seat, holding his arm out for you to take. "Care for a walk?"

"Sure." You weren't certain if this was a good idea, judging by how unstable he seemed to be, but you took his arm anyways. Maybe you were overanalyzing him since he's probably still grieving the loss of Dark. "Why did you call me here?"

"I'm not sure." He confessed, leading you along the snow coated side walk. You've noticed that it was always so quiet around this park, especially in winter. "Why did I- OH right! I remember now. I wanted to talk to you about... something."

"Are you okay, Wilford?" You couldn't help but ask, his rapid speech pattern and shakey breathing beginning to concern you. Perhaps you should go talk to The Host or Mr. Oliver about this after your walk with Will.

"Do you think there's something wrong with me?" He replied back defensively, narrowing his eyes at you. "You do, don't you?"

"No! Of course not." You said quickly, sensing that agitating him wouldn't be a good idea at this time. Maybe you just needed to leave and talk to him at a later time.

Wilford squinted at you skeptically before turning his eyes back to the sidewalk ahead of you. You were silent for a while, content with watching the snow fall and add to the piles of it covering the frozen ground. Although it may be cold as fuck, it was peaceful. Well, until your mind started nagging you again about whatever you've forgotten. You had a feeling that it was important.

"Wilford?" You broke the silence, daring to try talking to him once more. He looked back to you, tilting his head to the side slightly. "Am I forgetting something?"

"I don't know." He replied, seeming to have calmed down since you first saw him. "When is Dark going to come back?"

You stopped in your tracks at his question, staring straight ahead of you. Wilford turned to face you as you pondered his question, genuine curiosity on his features. Did he not believe that Dark was dead or something?

"What do you mean?" You frowned, staring at the pink moustached man ahead of you. You noticed him stepping closer to you. "Dark is dead, Wilford."

"Very funny, sweetheart," Wilford let out a small chuckle before narrowing his eyes at you once more. He reached out and grabbed your arms, pulling you close to him. "but you shouldn't joke like that. I need to see him."

"He's dead, Wilford, can't you see that!" You yelled, tears forming in your eyes. You didn't think you'd have to have this conversation with him. "He died in the fire."

"You're lying!" Wilford squeezed your arms tight enough to bruise, making your breath ctach in your throat out of fear. You needed to get away from him now. He was clearly too dangerous to be around at this time."Tell me the fucking truth!"

"Wilford, you're hurting me." You pushed against his chest, trying to get away from him. "Please stop."

"What are you playing at, huh?" He shook you violently, the madness swirling in his once soft brown eyes now cold and slightly glossed over. He didn't even look the same. "Do you think this is funny? Do you think this is a game?"