Comfort Tales

Let's Dance ~ Warfstache Comfort Tale

(( Author's Note: At this point, I shouldn't have to warn you... this is weird. After the Wilford MOTHERLOVING Warfstache video, I wanted to write a Wilford story... but I didn't think it would be this. However, I had... a... meltdown... during the livestream today... and I got through it and it was a really important moment which I'm not going to explain. ;)

Here's a story that comes as a result of... that. It's a short one. ))

I pull my knees to my chest, hugging them close and place my hands over the sides of my head. I can feel the thoughts starting to swirl as the tears drip down my face. "I can't take it... I can't take it." I can hear the words, but I can barely understand that they're coming from me.

"What's... wrong?"

That voice actually didn't come from me. Slowly I open my eyes and glance up at a familiar man, with a pink mustache. I lift my head slowly, really considering that I've lost it now as I watch him closely. "Wilford... Warfstache?" I question hesitantly.

With a bright smile, he nods his head, then let's it fade. "Well, you seem upset."

"You're not real." I mumble, watching as his eyes dart off to the side, as if he's considering this. "You're not." I whine. "I've really lost it now. I've really gone crazy."

"Well... do I need to be?" Comes that lisped voice. As I stare at him in disbelief, he suddenly vanishes and I feel a hand on my shoulder. Snapping my head to the side, I stare up at the man towering over me, gently playing with his mustache as he smiles down at me. "How real do I need to be?" He grins, leaning closer. "How real are any of us? How real is any of this?" I open my mouth to answer, but close it again, unsure of how to answer a question like that. Especially to a character, standing in my living room. "But you're not crazy." He promises.

"Don't do that." I shake my head. "This isn't a video. I'm real. You're not. That makes me crazy."

The mad man starts to shake his head and suddenly, he's in front of me, leaning down close. I turn my head to watch him, slowly starting to wonder if this interference stopped the panic attack or if this is somehow just the middle of it. "No." He says simply, with a stern air in his voice.

"None of it makes sense." I sigh.

Wilford smiles warmly, nodding his head. "No, it doesn't."

"This isn't a video!" I shout, then shake my head. "And I really mean, none of it. Nothing that's happened in my life makes sense."

Wilford nods and places a hand on my shoulder. "No." He agrees. "It doesn't."

"I... I can't remember." I squeeze my eyes shut. "Things effect me and I can't remember them! I need to-" I open my eyes, feeling a finger pressed against my lips. Slowly, Wilford draws his hand back. "Did you just-"

"Ah, ah!" Wilford cuts me off, placing his finger against my lips once more. "None of that. You don't need to do anything. Not right now." He moves his hand again and stands up right, then extends an open hand out to me. "Come and dance."

I stare up at him and sigh heavily. "Do you really think you can take the pain away?"

Wilford grins, wiggling his mustache slightly. "All we can do is try."

I reach out to take his hand, and hear the music start. I know it won't solve any problems, but I can stay here awhile... get comfortable. Take a little break.

(( Author's Note:  I've always loved Wilford Warfstache, but the more Mark gives us, the more I love him.

If you're really craving some sort of explanation... repressed memories. While Mark was explaining how the characters in the story were feeling... not being able to remember things that they should have... it just... hit oddly close to home. And I didn't think it should have, and I got angry at myself. Also that feeling of things not making sense, and parts feeling disconnected from the story... it just sort of hit me hard. And I started feeling insane myself, and Wilford promising Abe that he wasn't insane... this story happened. That's all.

I'm not sure why anyone reads these, but if you did... I hope you enjoyed it? XD I'm not sure how much sense it makes... and I'm not entirely sure it should make much sense. ;) ))