Wilford remembers what life was like before the manor. He remembers being the colonel, his best friend Damien, his sweet Celine, how cruel he was to Abe, much to Wilford's regret, and that horrible tragedy that happened at the manor. He remembered when Mark made him so drunk, handing him his shooty and making him play Russian roulette, only for Mark to end up dead by his hand, branding the respectful colonel as a murderer. He remembered how distant he became with his dear friend Damien. How he pushed him away when he was offering comfort. How he and his sweet Celine disappeared leaving the crazed colonel to wander around, calling out for them wanting them back. Yes, he remembers everything, but he chooses to bottle it up, lock it within the darkness of his mind.
Wilford had a happier life now, he found Abe and apologized for the things he's done, gaining a friend from it. He got a wonderful job on YouTube, finding out he was an ego of thee markiplier, he found a wonderful family of egos, just like him, finding one of his best friends named Bim Trimmer, and lastly, he found his best friend Damien and his sweet Celine, morphed together to make a wonderful being named Dark. Wilford was able to see both Damien and Celine in Dark. How Dark would fix his tie and suit out of nervousness like Damien, how graceful he was when he spoke like Celine, he was definitely both. He and Dark became very close over the years, finding that they needed each other, both becoming boyfriends to one another, finally happy... well almost.
Wilford was happy with his life sure, but the memories of that damn manor plagued his mind, bad memories replacing the good, as his mind slips back into the role of the colonel, aimlessly wandering through the Ego Inc., searching for Damien and Celine, forgetting Dark entirely.
The first time this happened, Wilford was panicking, holding his shooty in his hands demanding to see Damien and Celine as the other egos tried to calm him down, trying to remind him that his name was Wilford. But he wasn't having it. Aiming his gun at the others threatening to shoot them. Dark tried to walk up to him reaching out for him, but Wilford ends up shooting him out of blind rage, thinking it was Actor Mark. But as Dark lied on the ground, bleeding out, Wilford came back to his senses, realizing that he shot his boyfriend.
Dark was okay the next day, but Wilford kept his distance, afraid to hurt him again, but Dark wasn't having it.
"Don't blame yourself for what happened," Dark whispered, holding Wilford's cheek, wiping some tears. "You weren't yourself when it happened."
"B-but what... what if it happens again?" Wilford whispered fearfully.
"We'll be ready, the others know to come and get me," Dark whispered, giving Wilford a small kiss. "I'll help you through this...it will be alright."
For a while Wilford didn't have another incident, the others warming up to him again and he was back to his happy self... but it wasn't long till it happened again.
Wilford and Bim were sitting alone, having a conversation both laughing, having a good time when Wilford suddenly stopped laughing, starring off like he was in deep thought.
Bim took notice to this, his smile wavering slightly as he put a hand on his shoulder, causing him to jump. "Wil buddy, you alright?"
Wilford shook his head putting on a smile. "Ye-yes Bimmy I'm quite alright, just lost in thought." He chuckled.
"Just making sure you're okay." Bim smiled as he picked up a script. "Here's your script for the next interview. Dark wanted me to hand it to ya."
"Ah, I've been waiting for this." Wilford began as he stood up, shaking his head. "Thank you, Bim. Wh-who are w-we in-interview this.. t-time-?" Suddenly he fell over, grabbing the table to keep him up, his eyes fluttering as he went pale.
"Whow, Wilford are you okay?" Bim asked in concern, getting up, helping Wilford steady himself.
"I... I don't know I just... feel a little woozy." He whispered holding his head, squinting his eyes. "What... what were we talking about?"
"Here, Wil you just sit down," Bim demanded, helping him into his chair. "And I'll get ya some water." Bim then walked over to the water filter, grabbing a paper cup and filling it with water, bringing it to Wilford handing it out to him.
"N-No I don't need a drink," Wilford whispered, covering his eyes.
"Why not?"
Wilford froze at the voice, slowly looking up to see Actor Mark stare down at him with a vile grin, holding a shot glass out toward him.
"You didn't say that the night you took my life."
Wilford backed up into his chair staring at him in fear shaking his head. "N-No... NO!"
"Wilford?" Bim questioned, walking closer. "Wilford, what's wrong?"
"You know you want another drink." Actor Mark grinned holding the drink out further.
"NO!" Wilford snapped, knocking the cup of water out of Bim's hand, causing Bim to gasp. Wilford got up glaring down at him, his eyes turning brown. "I DON'T WANT ANOTHER DAMN DRINK!"
"W-Wilford?" Bim stuttered as he slowly backed away, Wilford slowly prowling toward him.
"After all you've done you decided to show your face here Mark?" Wilford growled in anger.
"M-Mark?" Bim questioned still backing away. "W-What are you-?"
"SHUT UP!"
"Look at you." Actor Mark chuckled darkly. "Look at what you've become. What's it like to live the life of a murderer."
"I'm not a damn murderer," Wilford growled. "You framed me."
"I-I didn't ca-call you a m-murderer," Bim whispered, backing away. "Wil buddy, p-please."
"You were the one who pulled the trigger." Actor Mark grinned. "You're the killer."
"Stop it!" Wilford growled pulling out his revolver. "SHUT UP!"
"W-Wil you're s-scarring me." Bim whimpered, backing up.
"You were the one that ruined your friendship with Damien."
"I SAID SHUT UP!"
"Wilford. P-please p-put the g-gun down." Bim pressed his back against the wall.
"You were the one that took my wife."
"SHUT UP!"
"Wilford!"
"You are a murderer."
"NO!" Wilford snapped, cocking the hammer back on the gun.
"WIL-!"
BANG!
