There was crazy...then there was what we were about to attempt
The manner in which the situation needed to be dealt with was...complicated, nothing could go wrong of everything would turn to sh*t very quickly
[Neutral POV]
Damian had returned to the manor with the child and was now setting said kid on the bed. Damian placed from one side of the room to another, [y/n] watching him with some curiosity. They had no idea what was making the man so anxious, but watching him go back and forth was making their head spin. There was the sound of running footsteps down the hallway then the oaken door opened with a screech as the pink haired man came through.
"เ ɠσƭ ƭɦε ɱεɱσ, ∂σɳ'ƭ ƭεℓℓ ɱε ყσµ'૨ε ૨εαℓℓყ ɠσเɳɠ ɓα૮ҡ ∂σωɳ ƭɦε૨ε?"
(I got the memo, don't tell me you're really going back down there?)
The pink haired male walkd over to the pacing man, who hadn't looked up to greet him. Wilford stopped Damian, placing his hands on the worried males hips,
"∂αɱเαɳ, รƭσρ ρα૮เɳɠ, ყσµ'૨ε ɱαҡเɳɠ ɱε ɳε૨ѵσµร. ∂σ ყσµ ɳεε∂ ɓα૮ҡ µρ? ∂σ ყσµ ωαɳƭ ɱε ƭσ ૮σɱε ωเƭɦ ყσµ?"
(Damian, stop pacing, you're making ME nervous. Do you need back up? Do you want me to come with you?)
Damian looked at William, and the pink haired male looked back at him. The suited male sighed and looked down for a moment. Wilford shifted and helped his friend over to the bed to take a sit. Damian laid his cane down as he took a sit.
[Wilford's POV]
I had been sitting and chatting with our wonderfully robotic friend when I felt a buzz in my back pocket of my kahki pants. I fiddled with the pink straps of my pants before excusing myself from the converation to check said phone. I could nearly feel the dread through the messages as I read them.
{I spoke to Erik, he said that I need to go to the apartment}
{I fear going back with reignite an old feud and hurt us more than help us}
{Erik said that he'll come with us, but I fear...}
The apartments were the home of our rivals, the other other egos, a bunch of irish and german accented, blue eyed males, who were usually quite friendly. But once upon a long time ago, there was one that was one not so friendly. A demon, unlike Dark or myself or the others. He glitches and writhes without pain but with a rage and hatred. Back when we were young and foolish, Dark and the glitch got into a fight, a fitful fight where Dark barely emerged as the victor. The irishmen, bless them, wanted to protect their beaten brother, and neither group has interacted with each other since, and it seemed that would always be...
but now
here we are
My old friend gave me a sigh and a given up look,
"We need to go in order to help [y/n]"
The dark haired male sighed softly, running a hand through his black-brown hair. Something clicked...with Erik and with the need to go back. I understood.
"เ รεε...ωεℓℓ, เ'ɱ ૮σɱเɳɠ ωเƭɦ ყσµ!"
(I see...well, I'm coming with you
I honestly expeced an arguement from the reality bending male, but he just gave me a smile and a hug. No protests from him, I suppose.
[neutral POV]
Erik poked his head into the room to see Darkstache having a moment, and the child, how was seeming to zone out into space. Erik cleared his throat and stepped into the room. The two older males pulled away and looked at the smaller male. Both looked somewhat flustered.
"ᴀᴍ ɪ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴜᴘᴛɪɴɢ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ...?"
"No, no,are you ready to go?"
The smallest male took out a binder from under his arm and nodded a little. Damian looked at William for a moment the pickd up the child as he stood and collected his cane.
"Alright..it's time....to return to the septiceyes"
And with that, Wilford stood, collected in this small group and teleporting to the apartment
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"Curiouser yet Curiouser" DarkxChild!Reader
FanfictionIt's only been a few days since y/n was dumped on the streets and left for dead. Fortunately unfortunately, while y/n stumbled about the streets, they ran into a tall, dark haired man, who seemed curious in them. When the strange man asks them if th...
