Not Easy Being Me

Not Easy Being Me: part 33

A couple of days had passed since Wilford and Dark had switched back into their bodies. Marvin decided to stay at the Inc for those days, just to keep an eye on both of them to see if there aren’t any negative effects after switching back, watching them through the mirror of Wilford’s vanity as they went along with their day, noticing that so much has changed between the two. Marvin was staring at the vanity watching as Dark was walking into the kitchen.

Dark let out a sigh as he grabbed his mug, setting it on the counter as he walked over to the coffee maker, starting it up. As that was warming up he walked over to the cabinet, opening it up to get his granola bars, he went to reach for them, only to pause, seeing that the box was all the way on the top shelf, causing him to sigh, closing his eyes in frustration. He left it on the top shelf when he was in Wilford’s body when he was tall enough to reach it. After a second he opened his eyes, slowly trying to reach it, ignoring the pain coursing through his body as he stood on tiptoe, trying very hard to reach it but to no avail. Dark kept on trying to reach it when a hand suddenly grabbed it, causing him to pause, slowly turning around to see Wilford grabbing the box from the high shelf, pulling out, before looking down at him, holding the box out. The dark ego’s features soften as he looked from the box to him in slight shock.

“H-Here.” Wilford smiled holding the box out further.

Dark was hesitant, a grateful smile forming on his lips as he took the box from him. “… Thank you.”

“Of course,” Wilford whispered, before walking over to the other cabinet that held his pink mug, both hearing the coffee maker ding, indicating that it was done. “If you need help reaching anything… just come get me okay?” Wilford said, grabbing his mug, before walking over to the fridge, grabbing his cotton candy coffee creamer out of one of the shelves.

Dark gave him a nod. “I-I will,” he whispered, setting the box down as he grabbed his mug, walking over to the coffee pot, picking up the pot, beginning to pour coffee into Wilford’s mug first then pour some into his.

“Thank you.” Wilford sighed as he poured the creamer into his mug, using a spoon to stir in before taking a sip.

Dark eyed him and the creamer, looking at it for a minute before he pointed to it, getting Wilford’s attention. “Can I… have some?”

Wilford blinked, looking from him to the creamer, a knowing grin forming on his face as he picked it up, handing it to Dark. “I knew it was you that used it.” he chuckled watching as Dark took the creamer from him.

“Thank you,” Dark whispered, pouring some of the creamers into his own coffee, stirring it with the same spoon, before taking a sip, sighing in contentment.

Wilford only chuckled drinking his coffee as well, both sitting in silence, enjoying their morning coffee.

During the rest of the day, Dark was beginning to notice how much Wilford changed when it came to his complications. He and Dark were in the living room, Wilford playing Bendy and The Ink Machine, while Dark was reading one of his novels, but Wilford began to notice Dark was shivering, hissing every now and then, able to hear his joints popping and cracking. This caused Wilford to pause his game, turning to him in concern seeing his body was trembling. “You cold?” Wilford asked watching as Dark looked up at him.

“I-I’m fine-.” Dark was interrupted as he hissed in pain rubbing his arms that were beginning to ache.

Wilford suddenly stood up walking over to the thermostat, turning to a confused Dark. “What temperature do you want it?”

Dark blinked, closing his book. “What?”

“I might put it 75. If you’re still cold, I’ll turn it up.” Wilford said, turning the knob to 75 degrees.