Ego One shots- Oct-Dec 2017

Impatience

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"Could you stop making that insufferable noise!" Dark shell cracked beneath the surface before he quickly took a breath and recentered himself.

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"Host!" He yelled again. The Host had no reaction, he stayed still, resting his hand on his cane. The two were sitting in the waiting room of Dr. Iplier's medical center.

"The Host thinks that perhaps Darkiplier should find a polite way to say that," The Host narrated. Dark just rolled his eyes and buried his head in his hands, trying to ignore the blind man. That proved to be easier said than done.

The Host's tapping stopped as his head rose. Dark looked at what he was facing, it was just the opposing wall of the waiting room. "What are you,"

"Shh!" The Host interrupted. Dark realized now he could faintly hear the sounds of people talking, but he had no idea what they were saying. The Host must have been able to pick it up.

"As Dr. Iplier finished off the last of Bim Trimmer's stitches, he turns to Wilford Warfstache, who has been waiting and watching the doctor work the whole time. The doctor is fuming with rage, but he tries to remain calm for Bim's sake. The doctor meets Wilford's eyes. For once, the pink man is completely silent. Nothing he can say will help the situation and he knows it. The doctor takes a deep breath, holding his hand out to Wilford. He hesitates for a moment, but seeing the doc this way makes him flinch. Wilford reached into his back pocket and hands him a large pocket knife. "Now Get out," The doctor demands. And with the, Wilford takes his leave, with his tail between his legs."

The Host takes a deep breath, leaning back in his seat, then resuming tapping his cane against waiting room floor.

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Dark's gaze is caught when he hears one of the room doors open. Wilford is standing in the hallway, looking down it at Dark. Dark can see his expression. A mix of anger and confliction. He turns away and make his way the opposite direction, towards the elevator.

"Don't," The Host says interrupting Dark's thoughts.

"I didn't even do anything," He protests.

The Host sighs, shaking his head. "Dark was going to go follow Wilford, thinking he could toy with his head more than he already does. But if he does that, well let's just say the doctor will be less scornful towards Wilford if Dark get stabbed than he was when Bim was," The Host explains.

Dark stands up, straightening his suit and tie. "Well that's only if he has a knife, which he doesn't now," a smirk appears on Dark's face. The Host is about to say more, but Dark has already disappeared from his spot, presumably to chase down Wilford. The Host shakes his head. Sometimes he thinks that he's the only reasonable one there.

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The Host's ears perk up when he hears the room door open and quick footsteps make their way towards him. He can already tell it's Dr. Iplier.

"Hello doctor," the Host greets. The doc just huffs out a response then plops into the seat next to him, letting out a heavy sigh. "That bad?" The Host teases.

"The wound was easy to stitch up, dealing with a psycho like Wilford, not so much," He responding, sinking deeper into the chair.

"It sounded like he wasn't that defiant," the Host points out.

Dr. Iplier figured he'd been listening in on at least some of their conversation, so that statement wasn't much of a surprise. "It wasn't that. It's Bim. He's too afraid to go back to working with him. Which I don't blame him, he just got assaulted by basically his boss."

The Host nodded. Though he didn't know the actions that lead up to it, but Bim sounded absolutely terrified when he brought him to the medical bay. The Host was working on a new idea for his podcasts when he heard it. Bim came running into his library, looking for a place to hide. More confusion was added on when Wilford came running in behind him, outraged and wielding a knife. The Host could tell that something had come over him. Wilford wasn't in his right mind when it happened, but that was no excuse for what he did to Bim.

"I don't see why he came to you though," Dr. Iplier questioned.

"Perhaps he thought I could calm Wilford down," Bim knew the power the Host's narrations could have on others. He could stop a raging bull with just a few words, however, a raging Warfstasche was a bit different. "What he doesn't realize is since Wilford's mind is already so twisted and chaotic, that makes it a bit harder to control."

The doc nodded. He was rubbing his hands. The Host recognized his nervous habit. "Doctor?" He said. "Is there something bothering you?"

He hesitated for a moment, but this was his friend, so he wasn't too worried. "Well, Bim's pretty shook up and I already gave him some medicine when I was doing the stitches. Could you possibly help him calm down a bit? Maybe he would relax a bit if you told him one of your stories," He suggested.

The Host smiled.

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The planted his cane down and pushed himself up. "Of course. You've done your part, so just relax doctor. The Host will deal with this."

The doctor smiled. "Thank you," He rested his head back in the seat as the Host made his way towards Bim's room.