Debris

Good Company (2)

Egos Mentioned:

Wilford Warfstache

Dr. Iplier

(Katelyn is working at facility studying the ipliers and egos of Markiplier becuase for some reason they now exist in their reality, BUT they're dangersou so they're kept locked up. Some are questioned, such as Will.)

"Why is your mustache pink?" Katelyn rested her elbows on top of the table.

"That is a very good question!" Will cheerfully replied. "But THAT I do not have an answer for. My turn."

She sighed, rubbing her temples. "We've been at this for hours, Will. You've got to give me something."

"Loosen up friend! Speaking of —" He shook his wrists showing her the handcuffs and chains. "Do you mind loosening these buggers?"

"Mr. Barnum I —"

"Mr. Warfstache, dear!"

She paused. "Mr. Warfstache — the last time we loosened your cuffs you slipped out and were found in the break room making a cup of coffee."

"Coffee? Ah, yes, sounds wonderful! I'll take a cup with 37 packs of sugar. I don't like it too sweet." He smiled warmly at her.

Katelyn gave up briefly, letting out a groan and putting her head down on the table. "This is useless. I'm getting nowhere," she thought.

"Nonsense dear! You just have to keep trying, hmm?"

"I'm sorry?" She lifted her head slightly, did she say that out loud?

"I feel like you and I have made great progress since the first day we met, yes? Do you remember that day, Doctor?"

"Yes," She smiled. "You were the nicest one out of the bunch. Dangerous, but nice."

"Dangerous, such adjectives. I'll accept nice though! Nice nice nice!"

She let out a yawn, "Well, as nice as it is to talk to you, I have to get going. I wasn't supposed to be here past 11 and it's going on." She checked her watch. "2 Am, so — we— Will?"

He was no longer sitting in front of her.

"Will?" She rushed to look under the table, but he wasn't there. She crawled under and out to his side, then looked up to see him sitting in her chair. "Will how did you get over there?"

"2 AM? My goodness, time sure flies when you're having fun!"

Just as Kat went to pull her hands up they became stuck. She looked down to see the cuffs were around her wrists.

"How.." Was the only word that could escape her mouth.

"They look a little tight dear, would you like me to loosen them?" He folded his hands on the table, smiling at her.

"I want you to get them off me!" She slammed her hands down on the table with all she could.

"Now now, temper temper! Let me just find the key, alright? No need to get your panties in a bunch."

"Will, how did you do that? You've never done this to me or any other interviewer in this facility."

Will stood up feeling around his pockets, "Where the devil did I put that key?"

He told his shoe off and flipped it upside down, then the other, then scratched his head, looking at her. "Doctor, where do you think I left that key?"

"It's in my lab coat over the chair. Right pocket." She sighed sitting down.

"Well, would you look at that!" He picked up the white coat and put it on, "How do I look? Like a professional, right?"