Markiplier Egos x Reader Oneshots

Wilford x Reader- What Have You Done?

Y/N's POV
This night was going exactly the same as the last. It was me, laying on my back, staring at the ceiling and waiting for the sweet hands of sleep to pull me under. It's not that I have insomnia, it just takes a while for me to get tired. I toss and turn but regardless of what I do, I'm still wide awake. But that's when my phone rings.

Darkiplier is calling...

"What the hell..." I whisper as I reached to pick up the phone. "Hello?"
"Y/N, we may need you to come over." Dark's voice was normal -not shaking or angry- so I can assume I'm not in trouble.
"Eh- Okay. Let me just, put on my shoes."
"You weren't asleep?" Dark seemed confused. "Shouldn't you be asleep? It's 11:30 at night."
"Awe, is Darkiplier going soft? Are you concerned about me, Mr Prince of Darkness?" I coo at him while I slip my shoes on.
"N-no, I just was wondering. Anyway, we need you here ASAP."
"And what's happened that you need me so desperately? Couldn't you have gotten The Host or Google?" I hear a sigh on the other side of the line.
"Look, the more time you spend asking questions, the longer it's gonna take you to get here so just- stop asking and get moving."
"No, I've got every right to ask." I defend.
"Fine, it's about Wilford."
"Oh shit, okay I'll be over in 5."

//Time skip brought to you by the colour purple//

As I arrive at the tower, I can hear the faint sound of yelling. I jog to the door and consider knocking but enter. The yelling is louder and I can make out who it is. My legs run towards the sound and reach the meeting room, Wilford and Dark standing across from each other, Wilford with his gun drawn and Google staring holes into the other mans head.

"Wil, I need you to put the gun down for me. Okay hun?" At the sound of my voice, both heads turn to face me: one with a face if relief and the other was anger.
"Oh, so you brought them into this? You've sunk that low, have you Google?" Wilford began to flail the weapon once more as I take another step.
"Wilford," I say to grab his attention "I'm gonna come over and see you so I'm gonna need you to put the weapon on the table, alright?"
"I'm not going to sit here and have you make a fool out of me by dragging my love, Google! I'm not going to sit here and be used!" By the time he finished the sentence Dark, the Jims, Eric and Bing all stood at the doorway.
"It was the only logical thing to do, Warfstache. And you know it." Google retorts, keeping his levelheaded nature about him. In situation like these, it would help to be programmed.
"And to think I thought of you as my friend-" Wilford continues.
"Wilford-" I try again
"After all these years I've trusted you-"
"Wil"
He continues to flail the pistol around as he speaks "What do you do? You throw me"
I've had enough,
"Colonel!"

Bang.

White hot pain shoots from my stomach to my head, I look down and see a deep crimson liquid. I bring my hands to my stomach as the signs all line up. I knew what happened.

 A bullet hole.

My eyes travel upwards to meet Wilford's. There he stands gun in hand, pointed at me, shaking. Looking at me with a face I can only describe as a mixture of terror and passion. I drop to my knees as Dark holds me close, he sends Google to get Dr Iplier with a voice reserved only for Wilford. He speaks, "What have you done?"
"Dark, I-"
"What the fuck have you done?" Dark's shell cracks, showing both of the spirits inside of him. The red screaming in anguish, the blue pulling at its hair. Dr Iplier shows up and scoops me into his arms just as I pass out.

Dark's POV
That sick bastard.

I stand to face Wilford, breathing deeply and trying hard to forget the scene that had just unfolded. "Dark, I didn't-" He spoke.

"You could've killed them! They might be dead!" My voice echoed throughout the room as I raise my voice. I can feel the anxiety dripping from Wilford's body and I can tell that he was trying to avoid looking me in the eyes. I took a shaking breath "Wilford, look at me." He shook his head as he spoke. 

"Listen, Damien. I did know what I was-" 

"Look at me!" He brought his head up slowly to meet my face. "They were just trying to help. I called them here to help you. I'm beginning to think that I was wrong to do such a thing." I step back and run my hands down the front of my jacket, desperately trying to reconstruct my shell. Once my breathing was normal and the ringing subsided, I spoke once more. "I would normal advice you to go to visit them. But I'm not too sure if they'd want to see you right now, my friend. I appreciate what you do for all of us - and I'm sure they do to- but-" 

"Dark!" The Jims ran in, reporter Jim interrupting my monologue, "It's Y/N. Dr Iplier needs your help, they-" I turn and walk away as the Jim continues "Aren't doing too Jim." I nodded a they follow me down the hallway, leaving Wilford in the meeting room alone. 

//A couple of hours later//

No Ones POV

The bullet was removed from Y/N's side after many trials by Dr Iplier. Lots of blood was shed that night. Dark sat at the side of the bed they lay on as they recovered from the operation, not trusting anyone else to look over his wounded friend. During the time that they were asleep, Dark was left to reminisce on the events of the night. 

Wilford had no right to start the argument with Google. But -yet again- Google brought up a touchy subject with the moustached man. None of this give Wil a right to fire. 

A stirring in the bed alerted him to the person sitting up on the bed next to him. They tried to sit but immediately groaned in pain and winced. "Easy, Y/N." Dark spoke softy towards the wounded and helped them lay down. "You're okay, now." They grabbed his hand, catching him off guard. They opened their mouth and then tried to speak but couldn't so they only coughed. A glass of water was placed in their hand by the doctor, who entered the room once he heard the sound of his patient and Dark's voice. "I wouldn't try that right now, Y/N. If you wish to speak-" He handed a notepad and pencil towards his patient "Write it down here, so we can help you no matter what." 

Y/N's POV

I took the paper and pencil. Staring at the fine lines, I held the pencil with shaking hands. I brought pencil to paper and wrote three words. 

Where is Will?

Dark and the doctor looked at each other before Dark stood and then left the room. Dr Iplier then spoke again, "Do you remember what happened?" I nod my head "Okay, that's good. Not gonna lie, we thought you weren't going to stay along for the rest of the ride." I rolled my eyes and wrote Gee, thanks Doc. He laughed lowly. "I'd thought that you would like to know." I did, thank you... Is Wilford okay? He's not hurt is he? "No. He's not hurt physically, but he hasn't left the meeting room since it happened." I took as sip of the water as I nodded, yet again tried to speak. 

"I can see him?" It was quiet and scratchy but Dr Iplier heard. 

"If Dark can calm him down." 

The only thing I can I can think is-

I really hope Dark is convincing.