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You're Not a Monster (Who Killed Markiplier Universe)

(Collab by myself and DeviantArt user MantaDrifter)

It wasn't uncommon for Will to pull late nights at the TV station, sometimes dragging on to the early morning hours. Such behavior would be concerning but, this was Wilford we're talking about. Falling asleep at the office or going off on a wild lead was what going out for a smoke break would be to a normal person. Yet, when his underlings had called from the station about his angry departure, ranting about the contents of a package and an old friend.... the house of egos had become uneasy.

The wraith had first become informed via texts from Dark and Abe- knowing that she was already out, and had an easier chance of finding them. Given their history, she was the safest bet to calming him down. So, she had wandered for much of the night, searching all his regular haunts; bars, nightclubs, toy shops and at one point, even a candy store. She was beginning to be afraid that she might not find him, only for inspiration to tap her shoulder with a suggestion.

Older haunts...

That was how she found herself at what had been his favorite club from the disco era. Although long abandoned, the building had remained standing, a defiant marker to the progress around it. She smiled a little despite the situation, Moonlight Rollerway's neon sign blinking warmly back at her. It was the only thing that seemed to still work on the building... time had not been kind to it for its opposition. boarded and paint chipped, a heavy layer of graffiti covered the club like a funeral shroud. A slightly bent board hanging by the door gave her a clue how someone had entered, and the faint sound of weak music whispered where her wayward friend was hiding.

She found him quickly enough.

Standing on the decaying stage, he seemed in a world of his own, twisting and swaying not so much to music from the choking jukebox in the corner, but more a tune in his own head. Studying him for a moment she could see a few discarded bottles at his feet, one slipping from his hand to join its fallen comrades. Though, the item in his other hand took her by .

A pith hat.... a familiar pith hat.

"Will?" She asked cautiously. "Are you alright?"

His head twitched in her direction, face blotchy with tears as he chuckled mirthlessly. "Now be off with you, my dear, along with all the other ghosts." Again he laughed, shaking his head. "This monster's had more than enough hauntings for one night."

She cocked her own head in confusion, hesitantly closing the between them. "Will, what's wrong?" His eyes bulged in confusion at the sight of her.

Gun drawn, Will stared her down, like a tiger about to rip some throats. "I said be off with you," he snarled, throwing the hat at her in warning. It clattered to her feet and she felt her blood run cold. True, when she looked at it closer, she could see it was his old hat. But, the handwriting that defaced it was as terrible as the words themselves.

Still a monster was written in Mark's handwriting.

Slowly, the wraith picked it up, her hands shaking as she read those three words over and over. Will's gun was trained on her warningly. The wraith closed her eyes in pain. "Oh, Wilford... why didn't you call us?" It was practically velvety soft, yet he heard her all the same, a look of betrayed confusion on his face.

"That... that's not my name." It was only then she noticed the droop in his mustache and the dark tips on its normal pink frame.

"W- William?"

"In the flesh, my dear," he murmured.

Oh, this was bad indeed. She had heard Dark mention something like this happening once, maybe twice in the whole time this sorry mess had started and honestly, she did not know what to do. It was not often that William broke the surface of his own madness. She hated Mark more than ever for this; who knew how hurt and confused William must be right now. She focused to keep her glamour up.