ONE-SHOTS (YouTubers x Reader)

Paces {Wilford Warfstache x Reader}

Soulmate AU

(Y/n) P.O.V.

The moon gives off a small glimmer of light. My breaths comes out in rapid gasps. My steps are quick and light. My will to live bursts through my heart. "You can't hide from me. I don't take no shit from nobody. And you just tried to give me shit." My pursuers strange voice taunts me from behind. I run faster down the street. I come to a break in the road where I have to choose between an alleyway or the woods near this small town. Not wanting to risk a dead end, I take the woods. Besides I walk here a lot, I know my way around hopefully enough to lose him. Of course that thought is lost with his next words... "Oh ho ho, bad choice. Your in my home territory now." Tears start to blur my vision in fear. I can't see, and it's too dark. I trip over a stump.

"Shit." I mumble in fear. I try to to get up, but am immediately pinned down. "No! Help! No!" I scream, thrashing around. "Told you, my dear, this is my home base." I can see him now. His hair is...pink? Not a very murderery color. He has a pink mustache that matches and hair and looks a little fake. I continue to fight and squirm, but he has brute strength I guess. He pins me on my back, holding my arms to my sides with his knees. I can't move my top half, but I continue to kick my legs. "Don't worry, I'll make it quick for the pretty lady." In fear for my life, I scream for help. He puts a hand over my mouth quickly though. "Don't worry about it my dear." He points a golden pistol at my forehead. "Goodnight." He says cheerfully, then pulls the trigger.

I tease, waiting for the darkness to consume me, but it doesn't. There's no dark end, no pain, no scratch. I look up at him with wide eyes, his face reflecting my confusion. All traces of fear are gone, replaced by a sense of annoyance. "Oh my... you've gotta be fucking kidding me." I groan in annoyance. "You mean to tell me you, the person who just tried to murder me, are my soulmate. Uh huh, you better find a way to kill me right now, honey." I say to him in a sarcastic voice. Of course he takes it seriously. "I would, but the rules and shit." He grumbles. Here's the thing about soulmates, the can't hurt each other. Not a scratch, bruise, bump, hit. It always comes off as a little plink. A poke. Nothing more then a touch, if that.

He gets off of me, holding a hand out to help me up, but I don't take it. I pick myself off the forest floor. He reaches out to touch, but I move away. "Oh no, mister, you just tried to murder me! And for what? Because I accidentally bumped into you, and you spilled your drink? I thought..." I laugh and smile and speak like a lunatic, which this guy probably was. "I thought I didn't have a soulmate. I had given up. And you know what? I was good with that. So buh-bye freaky weirdo, I'm out." I give him a mock salute before walking in the direction of the town. "Wait!" I ignore him, and keep walking. "Wait, Wait, Wait! Please, listen, please! Give me a chance!" He runs in front of me and pleads. I'm slightly shocked by his interest. "You have one minute to explain why you care so much, why I should listen to you, and then maybe I will think about it." He smiles, which is admittedly kinda adorable.

"I had given up on a soulmate. Thought I'm a little too crazy, a little too...me. I wanted that though, I always wanted that. I saw couple walking down the street and thought about how much I want that, and now that I've found that I can't let it go. Not without trying. I know that this meeting isn't... ideal. It's awful. Crazy. But I promise to make it up to you, show that I can be better. We don't even know each other's names, but I know that I want to be with you. Please, just give me a chance to prove my words true." His eyes are watery. I sigh. Something tells me he isn't normally this vulnerable. I decide that I owe him a chance. If not myself. "I'm (Y/n) (L/n)." I say. He smiles, his pink facial hair twitching. "I'm Wilford Warfstache." I snort. "Interesting name." I say. He pouts a little. "Not like I picked it." I shake my head with a laugh. "Right." I shake his hand.

"I'm going home now. See ya around bud." I start to walk off. "How can I find you?" He calls from behind. I smirk, but don't turn to face him. "I have a feeling you'll find me." I say. Now I turn my head to check over my shoulder. I see him looking at me with a love struck look. "I think imma put you through your paces." I add. He has a goofy grin on his face. I keep walking, the smirk still on ,y face. "See you around (N/n)." He calls. "See ya, Wil."