Timeless. || Warfstache x reader

Chapter three.

"You better get your ass back in that chair! Also, how did you get your ass out of that chair? You're gonna tell us, you're gonna tell us how you got your ass out of that chair, so I can figure out how to get your ass back in that chair!" Abe pointed his gun at Wilford. Wilford just continued to look at the pictures and notes on the wall. He raised his martini an smiled, "Oh there's Celine... My heart still beats for her to this day!" Warfstache turned around to us, Abes gun still pointed at him. "But if she saw me she'd probably carve mine out!" He laughed and winked at me. I looked away and scratched my neck.
"How did you find all of this?" Warfstache asked Abe.
"I-I-I've... I've always had them! I've been collecting them. Every single scrap of evidence this whole time so that one day," Abe paused and cocked his gun. "I can bring you down," Rage was beginning to consume him.
"That's so sweet," Wilford replied.
"It's not sweet, that's sickening!" Abe furrowed his brows.
"Sickeningly sweeeet!" Wilford stepped closer to Abe.
"That's not what I meant!" Abe said, making sure the gun was still aimed at Warfstache.
"Look I am terribly, terribly, sorry that I didn't remember you. Memories start to get jumbled after a while. Sometimes I forget even the simplest things," Wilford looked down, confused.
"Oh, trust me. You'll have plenty of time to think about all the horrible things you've done once they throw you in a cage, then throw away the key, and then throw that-" My partner paused and we both turned to our left. "How the hell do you keep doing that?" Abe yelled.
"Things get jumbled so easily! The when, the where, the why, the how of it all but who can keep track of it?" Warfstache turned to us and turned back to the notes on the wall. "I wonder what he's up to... Maybe I should stop by," He said, focusing on a photo of a man.
"You seriously need to get back in the chair. I-I-I...  I-I've got more rope. Maybe that'll work," Abe stuttered. I placed my hands on my partners desk, beside him.
"Eh, worth a shot," Wilford shrugged. He walked over to another wall and pointed something out.
"The train! Oh, I remember the train! How long were we stuck in the snow for? Oh- you don't remember? Ah, that's okay. Probably hasn't happened yet. Some of your finest work, I have to say! A little spoiler alert to make it easier on you, We all did it," Warfstache chuckled.

     "I don't underst-AND!" Abe shouted, the colourful man appeared in front of us, trapping us against a wall. My partner shot at him, the bullet had no effect. I put my hand on his shoulder and tried to push him away from Abe, but resulted in him grabbing my wrist, leaving a soft kiss on my hand, and letting go. I wiped my hand off.
"Shush, shush, shush, shush. Not now, the grown ups are talking," Wilford glanced at me and smirked. Wilford placed his finger on Abes gun, and kissed it. "Save that for later," He returned his gaze to my partner.
"What the hell's going on?" Abe asked, saying exactly why I had in mind.
"Huh? I don't really know. Honestly, I-I don't understand anything anymore, but I do remember you. And I remembered that there's something I've been meaning to give you after all these years!" Wilford said, menacingly. He took a step closer to my partner. Abe and I exchanged a wide eyed glance. Warfstache wrapped his arms around Abe, causing my jaw to drop.
"I'm sorry," Wilford said sweetly.
"Get off of m-" Abe pushed Wilford off of him, but stopped when he realized that the man was sitting in his desk chair.
"If I've learned one thing after all these years is that nothing heals like a good apology," Warfstache raised his glass.
"I don't... Understand anything anymore..." Abe looked down.
"Exactly! None of this makes any sense! That's the beauty of it!" Wilford made strange hand gestures as he smiled.
"Beauty? What about any of this is beautiful to you? What kind of sick, twisted, son of a bitch thinks any of this is beautiful?" Abe yelled, glaring at Warfstache.
"Now what did we say about name calling?" Wilford pointed at my partner.
"You killed people! So many people. You killed my friends! You killed my partner! You shot... Me!" Abe was on the verge of tears.
"Now, it seems like you're trying to paint me as the bad guy," Wilford raised his hand, his martini in the other.
"You are the bad guy!" Abe shouted. I stood beside him, not sure how to react. I ran a hand through my hair, looking at the ground.