YouTuber egos x reader (oneshots and preferences)

Wilford Warfstache x reader || late for work (rewrite)

This was requested by nobody, the drawing was made by
rhbarchive on Tumblr.

Please do not mind the fact that I can't play as Wilford well..

Keys:
Y/N: your name
E/C: eye color
Y/F/N: your friend's name

Warnings: cussing, murder, threaten to murder, and a trash friend.
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(Y/N)'s POV:

"Shit" You muttered under your breath. You were running late for work. You start sprinting, struggling to keep the folders in your arms.

He's gonna kill me! Your thoughts were racing as you ran to work. Of course when you see the building, the folders fall out your hands.

You grunt and quickly pick...most of them off the ground and continue running.

You eventually slam your right arm against the hard metal door and run through the halls of the building.

A few of the coworkers look at you like you're insane as you quickly pass by them.

You see the recording room, the light isn't blinking yet, they're not recording. Maybe I can quickly get in before we start... You slam the same arm against the door to the recording room.

The things I do for my job....

Wilford looks at you, "(Y/N)! Where the hell were you?" He asks you, him having blood all over his clothing. You look behind him to see a dead body in the guest chair.

Shit.

You had missed the entire thing. Wilford looks at you again. "Well?" He almost shouts at you. "I..i. My al-" "don't you dare say you're alarm didn't go off!" He points at you.

You close your mouth. "But..sir that is what-" he just cuts you off again. "JUST....give me the folders, and I might spare you" He threatens you. You hand him the folders, your arms shaking.

He snatches them out your hands and checks if they're all there. "Where's the one for Kathrine?" He asks you, looking directly in your fearful eyes.

"Uhh..I must have....I must have dropped it" You tell him, fake chuckling.

Wilford just pulled out his gun and placed it's muzzle on your forehead, his finger on the trigger threatening to blow your brains out.

You whimper a bit and thankfully, Kathrine walks in and yells out. "IF YOU PULL THAT TRIGGER THEN SO HELP ME WILFORD-" Wilford eminently shoves the gun back in his pocket and his body stiffens as he turns to his boss.

She speed-walks up to him and growls. "In my office, now!" She them smiles at you "(Y/N)", and walks to her office. Wilford looks back towards you and grumbles angrily at you.

"I'm sorry" You mouth to him. He just scrunches his nose and says "We're not done yet!-" but he was cut off by his boss.

"NOW" Wilford jumps and runs into Kathrine's office. You're scared of Wilford, but Wilford's scared of being fired. One your friends, (Y/F/N), walk up to you and pats your shoulder.

Making you lightly jump and turn towards them. They just looks at you. "It was nice knowing you, (Y/N)" They tell you.

Your (E/C) eyes widen and you shakingly ask (Y/F/N). "What...what does that mean?" (Y/F/N) just sighs and looks into your eyes.

"It means Wil's gonna kill you"

"..that's...not that surprising actually.." You whispered.