Iplier & Septiceye Egos X Reader

Wilford X Psycho Reader (Tame)

You giggle as you run from the asylum, the alarms blaring for miles. You can't help but think that it sounds like a demented song. You could hear the sirens of police cars start in the distance.

"Ah, harmony!" You exclaim, skipping down the road, your bloodstained straitjacket sleeves hanging at your sides. Five people on the street saw you, and screamed. That alerted other people, sending everyone screaming and running into the closest building. After a quick forty-five seconds, the streets were completely clear. "Oh that's nice! They cleared the way for me!" You laugh and run down the street, doing cartwheels straight to a dine-in restaurant.

You pressed your face up against the glass and loudly banged on it. The people inside yelled, only fueling your laughter. You hit the glass hard enough that it cracked, then broke. Everyone inside scrambled, getting out of your way. You did a little dance all the way to the kitchen and grabbed the biggest and sharpest knife you could find. You turned slightly and saw the chef holding a revolver.

"Oh no..." Your smile drops. "Gunpoint..." You mumble. The chef didn't look a bit scared...apart from the fact that his hands were shaking.

"Drop the knife." He demanded. "Drop the knife!" You looked closely at the gun. It only had two bullets. You smirk. 

"Alright, alright." You start to put the knife on the ground, but then throw the knife and jump to the right. He fires, but howls in pain. You look back with a sadistic smile. The knife embedded into his stomach and he fell back. You tiptoe over to him and make your lips duck lips. You snatch the revolver out of his hand and point it to his head. "Hehehehe..."

"N-no...p-please..." He pleads. You shake your finger.

"Sorry, love. I can't leave my work undone." You smile and shoot. The people outside of the kitchen scream and you only guess that they're filing out of the restaurant. You look out the two doors and see nobody inside anymore. But you see two people across the street. They're looking around at the scrambling people, but they don't seem scared, just confused. You rip the knife out of the dead chef's stomach and walk out of the restaurant. They spot you, and curiosity appears on the darkest ones face. He seemed threatened, but in a competing way. You stare at the two men. One had a pink mustache and overalls, and the other wore a black suit and looked like he was glitching. 

"Who is that?" The mustached man asked the dark one. 

"A psychopathic killer named (Y/N)." The dark one answered. You tilted your head.

"My reputation proceeds me." You start walking towards them, but they don't even flinch. "Hm? What's this? You're not afraid of me?" You keep walking and stop about a foot from each of them.

"Why would we be? We're both killers in some wa-"

"Shut up, you idiot." The dark one cut off the mustached man. You got close to the dark one and traced his cheeks with the knife. 

"You aren't the original..." You looked up at him.

"No, we aren't." He admitted, his voice getting deeper with each word he said. You look to the mustached man who was looking at you with curiosity. He was about to speak, but the sirens in the distance started becoming louder. You look around and spot someone at a telephone booth. You growl and throw the knife. It nails them right in the chest. You turn back to the identical men.

"I'm not normally the person to do this kind of thing, but you have to help me. I'm usually further away than this. Please." You ask them both. The dark one hardly glitched as the mustached man looked around wildly.

"Well why not? It's always fun to have a guest!" The mustached man opened his arms wide with a crazy smile. You look at him strangely.

"You remind me of the people in the cell next to mine." You admit. "I like that." You rip off the bloody sleeves of the straitjacket and throw them on the ground. "Well? Can we go now?" You see a police car round the corner. But before you can say a word, you feel them grab you and pull you away. You bounce along with them until they eventually drag you to a large house, shutting them and you inside. They lock the door, and turn back around. You hear a bunch of chatter behind you cease. You stiffen. "Eh, you didn't bring me to a police station, right?"

"No, of course not! We brought you home!" The mustached man grabbed your shoulders and spun you around. You saw about seven or eight more of the same man staring back at you. You smile and about three of them flinch.

"Ah, so you are an ego." You look over your shoulder at the man. His pink mustache moved when he smiled.

"Yeah! My name is Wilford Warfstache." He said. "The one you saw with me was Darkiplier, or Dark for short."

"A pleasure." Dark bowed, but glitched back up. You look at the others. A normal looking one stepped up.

"Wilford, please tell me you didn't bring home a-"

"Psycho?" You finish. "I'm afraid he did. I'm (Y/N)." You chuckle as he backs away.

"Oh come on, Mark. They won't kill anybody!" Wilford nudges you. You laugh. 

"Yeah! Not in my right mind!" You wrap an arm around Wilford. A doctor makes an uncomfortable noise.

"But you're not in your right mind..." You shrug.

"Oops." You smile at the doctor. "Guess I might kill somebody." One with full black eyes and a white head stepped forward.

"Not if I can help it!" He said. He looked nothing like the others.

"Are you an ego?"

"Yes, I'm Silver Shepherd! I'm the hero!" He gets in a fighting stance you smirk, and you see everyone else shudder. 

"A fight you want, a fight you'll get." You charge at him. You both fought furiously, but you ended up getting thrown into Wilford. Wilford caught you, but you both toppled over; you on top of him.

"Apologies, Wilford." You muttered, looking down at him. He smirked.

"Do not apologize, looking at you is no punishment." You chuckled and rolled off of him.

"Weirdo." He stands up with your help and you turn back to Silver Shepherd. "We will continue this fight...some other time." You peek out of the window, then turn to who Wilford called Mark and pulled him by the collar of the shirt.

"Hey, hey, hey! I don't want trouble!" Mark tried to back away from your face, but you held steady.

"Since your egos saved me from going back to that retched place, I will not harm you or the other egos," You glance at the 'hero'. "Except one." You let go of Mark and he falls on his butt. You turn to Dark and Wilford. Dark glitched at the look.

"Is there something you need?" Dark asked. You slowly shook your head, but looked to Wilford, then back at Dark.

"Actually, I do have a request or two." You smirk and glance at the other egos. "My first request, I wish to know all of their names." Wilford pushed Dark aside. He grabbed a man who had bandages around his eyes.

"This is the Host." He moves past Silver Shepherd and Mark, since you knew them already. "The 'King of Squirrels'." He said as he grabbed one with peanut butter on his face. He moved him aside and grabbed one with a blue shirt on. "Google." Wilford glared, and Google smiled creepily. He moved onto a man in a business suit. "And this is Bim Trimmer." Wilford finished off. "Now, what's your second request?"

"A knife." Everyone stares at you. "What? It makes me feel..." You think for the correct word. "Safe." Dark walks to you, and hands you a knife. "Thank you." You then walk over to Wilford and plop down by his feet, leaning your head on him. Everyone stares at him.

"What?" He pats your head. "They're perfectly tame."

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