Murder her for Christmas!

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An ask for Wilford: if you had the choice, would you wear a suit and tie like Dark, but it was in your favorite colors. (so like the suit would be yellow and pink)


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Wilford had to think for a moment on the question. He was dedicated to wearing a bowtie and suspenders. But a tie wouldn't be so bad. "Any thoughts, Darkie?" the ego asked, being conflicted. "..this is your ask, Wil. Not mine." Dark said, flipping to a different page in his book. "Oh come on! You know you wanna say something!" Wil tried to budge a opinion out of Dark. But it was no use, the dark ego said nothing in reply. "I would probably stick with my outfit right now, Buttercup!" Wilford said, smiling. Dark was used to Wilford calling other people nicknames, it was a trait of his. "But, I would most definitely wear a pink suit to a meeting!" He stated proudly. Dark rolled his eyes, huffing in response. "Don't do that. please." The dark ego stated gently.

--time skip to the next day--


Dark checked his watch, so did Bim Trimmer. Wilford was 5 minutes late. "Hey! only 7 more minutes until he beats his record!" Bim stated in a joking matter, but was serious. It had been a game for the ego's to see if Wilford could beat his time of being late. Dark hated it and Wilford didn't even know it was happening. "I'm here!" Wilford sang as he opened the door, rolling the I in I'm. Dark's eyes widened. he'd ask specifically for the ego to not do it. but here was Wilford, adjusting his tie and smiling that 'I know what I did, and I did it to fuck with you' grin. Dark stood up and glared at the other, other ego with a suit. He walked over to Wilford and shoved him out of the room. "You can not wear that! for crying out loud Wilford, this is important!" Dark raised his voice, the room making a ringing sound. the one you'd hear when your computer's been on for to long. "Why can-" Dark pushed Wilford out of the room, slamming the door shut and walking back over to his seat. He ran a hand through his hair, and sighed as he sat back down. "Now back to the subject at hand- " the man stated, cracking his neck and smiling at the 'imaginary' camera. "-Taking over." 



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A/N: I will not be able to write for Christmas, but I will be able to do it the day after! 





P.S Dark says no need to say sorry. He also added that your not the only one to do it. He then glared at another ego, and smiled slightly back at the camera.

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