Y/n pov
I awkwardly look around the room. Host was quietly reading in the corner , Dark was sipping some coffee while death glaring me and Mark had to rush out to do something " uh...so...how are you ?" Dark cleared his throat before speaking " fine . How are you. " he didn't seem like a very fun person to be around , very rigid and a stern talker . " Good...I suppose " I added a small mumbled that he obviously heard , he gently put his coffee cup on a small glass table and crossed his arms across his chest " pardon ? Are we not to your liking , Y/n? I suppose I don't fit your excitable childish attitude do I ?" He hissed . My eyes widened a little , I hadn't meant to offend him " H-huh? That's not what I meant at all!" His response was a simple eye roll before picking up the newspaper " Sure , sure . But you'll like me much better then Wilford...the bastard annoys me to death . And I can't die " Mark had already warned me to stay away from this Wilford guy . I can't understand why . " hey hey heyyyy! " a tall man with a cartoonish voice and features skipped into the room , causing Dark to groan. Within seconds he was staring at me , seeming to examine my every features with a slight grin " Hello! My name is Wilford Warfstache. But you can call me Wilfy, Warfy, the stache , daddy, moustache, Wilford, Wil, Mr Warfy " he seemed to never get out of breath as he grabbed my hand and shook it vigorously " And may I say , I admire the softness of your hands . But I suppose you haven't had to much blood on your hands- ha jokes ! I'm a very comical person-" he never stumbled on a single word as the sentences quickly slipped out of his mouth , leaving me very overwhelmed and not really understanding much of what he said . " so your y/n? Mark told me all about you ! Never told me that your ass looks like two pillows but ha I'm a bit busy , see yaaaaaa " he skipped out of the room again , leaving me in a dazed and gushing state of mind " what...who...what just...." I stumbled over my words as I tried to take in that horrible conversation. If you could call it a conversation. I wasn't able to get a single word in . " that's Wilford. Although you probably don't appreciate complements from a stranger about your...behind . He's like that with everyone. You get used to it after a while " There was a screech from the kitchen " DARK! Wilford is trying to stab me with a butter knife again !" Jeez. Is anyone normal here ? Dark sighed and got up , putting the news paper down. He didn't tell me too but I followed him into the kitchen , where a man wearing a doctor suit was stood on the kitchen counter " Gonna get ya. " wilford was chuckling while stabbing near the Dr's legs " Wilford Jay Warfstache, I command you put that knife down and leave Dr Iplier alone . " he looked over at Dark and began to walk over to him with the knife " Wilford...wilford no . Put it down. Stop . " within seconds Dark was now the one running away from the maniac with a butter knife " I'll butter you upppp!" Fucking hell, I wish Mark never left me alone with these weirdos .Maybe wilford will butter you up in one chapter . If you know what I mean 😉😉😉😉😉
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Crazy ( Wilford x male reader)
FanfictionI don't know if this exists , so I made one for ya ;) )) Being introduced to the egos was weird . Google wanted to analyse everything about you. Dark wanted you to get the hell out his way . Dr iplier wanted you to be his patient. and many many mor...