Time limits (a Wilford Warfstash x Reader)

Chapter 4: Fly dear birdie

The dreams had stopped for a few years. It wasn't until my Freshman year that they started up again.

As a Freshman I was considered the outcast. I dressed in steampunk, completed with my hat and steam engine goggles.

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The teachers didn't mind as long as I behaved and got good grades. My dad was proud that I had developed in such a way and didn't care what everyone thought.
My mom was just glad I became a little bit more girly.

I had taken up dancing and singing and I was surprised to find that they came naturally to me.

The dreams centered around early to mid 1900s. More people appeared in them. A man with shaggy brown hair and light brown eyes was one of the first new ones. He often was dressed in a fancy robe and had that playful mischievous look that reminded me of someone. I figured out early on that his name was Markiplier from a gift that he gave me. It was a small white parrot and it stuck to my shoulder like glue.

The red eyed man came back but he was more brightly dressed with a sash that said in bold letters Mayor. He had a cane with a crystal on the top that he would walk with. His red eyed were not the usual bright red that I was normally used to. They were a soft red and predominantly brown. He smiled more then was used to and it often made me smile as well when I woke up. I also found out his name was Damien.

Will was there too... Except he looked like a Colonel. He seemed more laid back and at ease. His mustache and hair wasn't pink.

We all often met in a mansion that looked to be Markiplier's home. The parrot would squawk at all three of them and bite them. I found it entertaining and funny.

We would meet to play poker, or to drink or my favorite to sit and talk. My hat would sit beside me on the table. I often tried not to stare at it too long. The deconstructed pocket watch would give me small echo's of pain in my chest. The reminder of silence would ring in my ears and give me chills.

One time I had mistakenly stared at it for too long and Will had noticed.

"Are you alright?" He has asked. My head snapped up and I accidentally knocked my head with the parrot's and I cooed and stroked it as an apology. I had tried to smile at him and get him to shake it off. He had given me a look before saying.
"something is obviously wrong! Aren't we friends? Did I do something wrong?!" He started to be dramatic to try and cheer me up. I had laughed and shaken my head. I was about to say something too but, his wife Celine walked in and hugged him.

I became quiet, I then sealed my lips into a thin line and glared down at my coffee as one more wisp of pain flashed across my chest.

I was cranky for the rest of that school day and I didn't quite understand why.

I hoped that it didn't end like the others did. I hoped and prayed. At one point I thought that my wish came true because the dreams carried me throughout my highschool career.

But it happened again about a month before I was to start college.

Its started out with all of us coming to Mark's place. Damien kissing my hand in hello and Will walking me into the mansion.

Time fast forward, probably it was a poker and drinking night. The butler gave me a seltzer water with some headache pills to cure my headache. I greeted Damien just before the stairs and he smiled and told me about what happened.

Something told me that something was off as I walked downstairs. That something just wasn't right. As I turned the corner to walk into living room I was looking over my shoulder to try and find Mark and Will. I had turned just in time to see my friend dead on the floor.

I froze in pure shock, I felt myself start to hyperventilate as my ears rang. My parrot let out a cry of alarm. Everyone rushed in and Joe, another friend, started trying to find clues of what happened. I ended up helping. Celine, not long after, was found dead in the garden. Damien was found in the wine cellar.

I had begun to panic. There was only three of us left, Will, Joe and I. We went up the stairs to the second floor to find anything at all in Mark's study.

Joe finally broke, and in his panic and desperation blamed it all on Will... And pulled a gun on him. Will in defense pulled his own gun out and aimed. I got in between them to stop the fighting and we were right in front of the stair railing. I couldn't have known.... Will panicked and shot Joe in the chest. I yelled out in fright... the parrot went flying. I was falling.

Will had stumbled back and accidentally pushed me off of the side of the railing. I was trying to reach the ledge even though I was already past it. He was looking over the railings in horror. My parrot was flying to get to me.

'Fly dear birdie' was the thought that ran through my head as I heard a crunch and everything went black.

I had flew up in my bed as panic finally struck me. I curled into the corner of my bed, and had a mini panic attack.

I really didn't trust people after that... Or heights.

I got into college and became a music therapist and a music teacher. The dreams really didn't come again, and I thought it was all over. At least I really did think so.

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