YouTuber egos x reader (oneshots and preferences)

Wilford Warfstache x reader || a killing spree in pink

This is my sad attempt at trying to do a request but ending up making an entirely different plot-
Sorry StinkyRatBastardMan for messing up your request but I really like this oneshot, for some reason-
The drawing was also made by piwiskiwi on tumblr.

Warnings: cussing, fourth wall breaking
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Narrator's POV:

Wilford could feel his heart pound to the sound of the beat as he danced on that stage. The two women beside him danced the same moves as the music continued to blast through the speakers. He didn't want to stop dancing, but it's not like he could either. They're all stuck in a loop. In a never ending dance club.

As he danced on the stage, that same feeling would not leave him. The feeling that something new might happen, that something will break this never ending dance scene. But he just tried to push that feeling down and kept dancing. Thinking that his rhythm still as fabulous as it has ever been.

The man could hear the music being looped as he danced, along with seeing the people repeating the same movements over and over again. But he didn't really care much. Why else would he go there? To dance of course!

Wilford kept dancing, he even stroked a few faces in the crowd, regardless of their genders. Of course he got a few strange looks, but Wil just ignored them. The man could care less of that anyway. He had stopped worrying about what people thought of him a long time ago, it's not like he has any of his pride to loose.

But regardless of all thought, he kept dancing. He had probably been there for about seven hours now, without any breaks. To be honest, he feels as energetic a road runner on cocaine!

He lightly snickered at the thought of that beloved cartoon character on that type of drug. It made him want to laugh, but he couldn't, he didn't want to. If he did laugh, then he would break the seven hour looped dance that's been going on. 'I wonder if I can break the longest party record..?' Wilford thought as he continued to dance on stage.

'Never mind, that would mean dancing for fifty-five hours,' Wil mentally sighed and kept dancing to the beat of the song. His heart pounding as he repeated the same dance moves as he first did seven hours ago.

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At some point while Wilford was dancing, he swore that he saw a familiar face as he continued to dance. But he quickly shrugged it off, thinking they just had a similar face to theirs.

That is, until he got a second look..

Does he know them...?

Wil almost immediately jumped off the huge stage and started to dance his way to the bar. Thankfully, nobody had shoved him to the ground and he actually got to the bar quite quickly.

The man kept shrugging his shoulders from side-to-side as he looked at the back of their head. He couldn't tell who they were, he doesn't exactly have a great memory anymore. Everything is just jumbled...

"Fuck it.." Wilford calmly murmured underneath his quick paced breath before he danced his way to the person sitting at the bar with a glass of (type of alcohol) in their hand.

"Hey there my fine fine gender neutral buddy! Say, what're yer pronouns? ..Eh, never mind, I'll just call you 'they!'" He greeted quite quickly, putting an arm around their shoulder. They just looked at him, confusion in their eyes. He kept dancing as he talked.