Not Easy Being Me

Not Easy Being Me: part 8

Dark sat on the edge of his bed room his elbows resting on his legs, as his chin rested in his hands, one hand twirling the pink mustache, starring at the clock on his desk that reads 8:40 A.M., guilt eatting away at him from misconductive behavior he that he was showing all day toward Wilford. It simple, harmless payback. But even he knew it all went horribly wrong after the look he saw on Wilford's face.

Few hours ago.

Prank 1

Dark walked into the bathroom, holding a pink colored towel and some shampoo and soaps, mind set on taking a shower. This would be the first time that he actually got a shower first, which made it all the more amusing for him. Just wait until Wilford comes in to take a shower only to find it ice cold.

Dark took off the ridiculous outfit, actually able to lift his arms over his head with out any pain, which Dark didn't complain about. He went to take off his tan colored pants, when he caught a glimpse of Wilford's, chest. It bared a six pack, causing Dark to blink. When in the hell does Wilford have time to actually work out? He shook the thought out of his mind as he turned from the mirror, striping completely as he turns on the shower, twisting the hot handle a few times before twisting the cold one lightly. He listened as the shower header sprang to life, steaming water tapping against the bottom of the tub, lightly hitting the glass shower door. He could feel the warm steam hitting his skin, instantly warming himself up. With that, the now pink ego reached his hand in, feeling the water, finding it rather hot... which was just right. He slowly stepped into the shower closing the glass door as he turned his back to the hot water, feeling it hit against his back like rain. Dark blinked before letting out a sigh of contentment. He never thought a hot shower could feel this good, if only he were in his body to experience this. But he pushed the thought aside as he grabbed the shampoo, reading the sent finding that it was cotton candy.

"Ofcorse it is." Dark whispered, rolling his eyes as he opened it, squirting the cotton candy sented shampoo into his hand before scrubbing it into his scalp, his eyes closing as he sighed. He had never felt this relaxed in a long, long time.

After an hour of just relaxing in the shower, the showers water slowly started to loose it's warmth, prompting Dark to chuckle mischievously. He quickly turned off the shower, letting the water drain out, before opening the shower door, grabbing the pink towel to dry himself for a few minutes. When he felt satisfied, he wrapped the towel over his head and proceeded to change, throwing on Wilford's white shirt and his grey suspenders instead of his yellow shirt and pink ones. He wasn't trying to make his eyes sore everytime he looked in the damn mirror. To bad he couldn't change his mustache and hair. He sighed, trying to crack his neck but there was nothing to crack. Old habits die hard it seems. He just shrugged as he reached for Wilford's shooty, putting it in Wilford holster. He then grabbed Wilford's old clothes and opened the door, walking out to his room.

He continued to walk down the hall when he spotted Bim waving at him, giving him a small grin. Dark wanted to roll his eyes. Why was that show host always up Wilford's-?

Suddenly Dark froze as memories started to play through his mind, memories that were not his, but Wilford.

Wilford was starring down at a crying Bim, holding him steady, as the show host cried into his own hands. "Bimmy it's okay- it's okay." Wilford whispered, rubbing his shoulders.

"N-no i-It's n-not." Bum sobbed shaking his head. "T-this s-stupid s-stutter. Th-they all j-just l-l-laughed at m-me... l-like I w-was a j-joke."

"Hey Bimmy look at me." Wilford shook his shoulders, forcing Bim to look at him with red puffy eyes, tears staining his face, foging up his glasses. "You're not a joke. Don't ever think that!" Wilford then pulled him into a hug. "It'll be alright pally. I'll help you with this. I promise."