Crazy Thing Called Love (Wilford Warfstache x reader)

How It All Started

(William's POV)

I can't stand the noise of this man anymore. I can't stand him accusing me of something terrible that I didn't do! This detective just continues to shout his belief of me killing my childhood friend. I leave my revolver steady pointing directly at him until I couldn't take it anymore. My urge to shoot became a reality as the detective slide down the wall. As his body hit the ground I turn to see my other good friend walking backwards but I grab them with no intention to harm my loving friend. I tried to stop them but my revolver went off causing my wounded friend to fall over the railing of the stairs.

"No!" I say as I try to grab my friends falling body.

It was too late... I rush down the spiraling stairs to reach my friends cold body but I couldn't gain the courage to hold them. So, I stared at them laying lifeless on the white tile until all of a sudden they shot right up. My dear friend was unharmed and seemed to be perfectly fine!

"You're alive? Of course you are!" I say happily. "Is Damien playing tricks on me?!"

I start to walk away from my quiet friend looking for Damien in the halls of Markiplier Manor. Yet I couldn't find him in any of the rooms in that horrible place. Soon enough I gave up searching and leave the manor for good.

It's been hours since I left the manor searching for somewhere to crash for the night. I finally found a nice motel called the Flamingo. A pink neon light shined through my motel windows as I sit in the darkness. I haven't notice till now that I have been chuckling nonstop before leaving the house and after. It was always in short burst or when I thought of the silly prank Damien played on me in the manor. Oh how it feels good to laugh once again in my life. The more I laid made me think about the whole situation so I decide to jump in the shower to ease the thoughts. As I stepped into the warm shower I rested my head on the wall under the shower head. The water drips off my nose as I still laugh at the thought of the detective dying.

I walked back into the room with a towel tied around my waist.

"Now what?" I ask myself thinking people were listening to me.

Needing some clothes I walk to my suitcase to find a pink silky top, bright yellow bell bottom jeans, and top it off with white dancing shoes. Well, I guess I am gonna go out and disco a bit tonight. As I look into the mirror I feel something is missing but the question what it is. I shake the feeling and leave my dusty motel room to adventure into the night.

I walk till a bright neon sign was flashing yellow, orange, and light pink. Once it catches my eyes I slowly walk into the lively disco. The dance floor was covered with warm bodies all over each other but something caught my that was standing next to the bar. She was wearing a tight pink dress with black high heels. Her hair was (H/C) that was just perfect for her amazing body. I wanted to know her. I craved for her voice. Yet the only problem was I needed to cross the crowded dance floor to reach her. I started to inched closer to the floor until I was sucked into the people. People were dancing up and against me but I still pushed forward to this mysterious women. Soon enough I reach the end of the bar and walk towards her.

"Hey baby," I say smoothly.

"Get lost lose," She said sternly.

"Ugh, sorry I guess I'll go," I say walking away.

Before I get away she grabs my arm and gives me a soft look and says, "Sorry, I am (Y/N)."

I grab her hand to kiss and say, "I am Wilford, baby."

We talked and talked until she grabbed my hand and pulled me into the disco floor. (Y/N) dances with me as we laugh at us being silly. Soon she walks off to get our drinks to refresh. While dancing I felt a cold stare down my spin so I slowly turn. Once I finish the turn I see the detective I once shot dead staring at me from across the disco...