Wilford Warfstache X Mirror Demon! S/O Headcanons

Wilford Warfstache x Mirror Demon! S/O Headcanons

(Mirror Demons are my own subspecies of ghosts. They have to be tricked into taking someone else's spot inside a mirror. In this case, S/O is the DA. Mirror Demons have skin shattered glass in any injuries, and their inside is just mirrors. They don't have organs or blood.. DA has shattered skin on his left eye, back, and stomach. Mirror Demons eyes are mirrors.They can travel in any reflective surface and disappear by their own freewill.)

The minute you get out of that mirror, you're on the prowl.

You wanted to find William. You wanted him dead.

Keyword: Wanted.

When you found him, and you realized that he could barely remember 7 minutes ago, everything changed.

Now, all you wanted was for him to remember.

To remember Mark, Damien, the party, to remember shooting you.

To remember you at all.

You met back up in a club he was dancing at.

You decided to approach him in his dressing room. Being a mirror demon needing to get into a narcissistic psychopath was super easy, all you had to do was travel into his mirror.

To say he was confused when he looked in the mirror and saw you instead of his own reflection was an understatement.

At first, you just thought he was playing dumb. Running from his own mistakes.

But when he began to attempt to guess your name, you realized that he couldn't remember you.

Couldn't remember what he did to you. What he did to everyone else.

So you stuck around.

Doing everything in your ability to make him remember.

It never worked.

Until you came out of the mirror one day.

You never came out of the mirror in front of him, always talking to him through reflective surfaces.

But when you did, it all came back to haunt him. He couldn't see the cracks on your stomach before.

However, the tear in your shirt allowed him to see all the cracking. To see his reflection, looking at him from his past mistakes.

He'd immediately say your name and start acting like you guys are true friends.

You were true friends.

And then he shot you.

You left and didn't come back for a few weeks and Wilford thought you would never come back.

And so, the cycle of Wilford forgetting you and you doing your damndest to get him to remember, started back again.

i asked my mom what's something stupid me or my siblings did growing up.

she said she couldnt think anything for me except for cutting my hair ya know the usual.

however, she remembers the time my older sister climbed up on the fridge.

my sister pushed a chair up to the counter, climbed up on the counter, then on the microwave (which was next to the fridge), before then climbing on the fridge.

my mom walked in, and she says my sister was just like "hi mom. i cant get down."

hi, snail here. im sorry to say that since school just started back for me, im not gonna be able to write that often(or it will be normal, since the "hybrid schedule" and all). unfortunately coming this new school year, i had to delete multiple of my stories and a good amount of apps as well (for space to download the apps i need for school).

that being said, ill try to post as often as possible but it will take forever to write now that i have school and hw and all that shit.

~snail, who's determined to pass this year

no tags. just know im suffering.

Hey I’m the anon who sent in the yancy ask a while ago. Just wanted to make sure tumblr didn’t eat my message lol

ah it seem to of. could you resend it, yancy anon?

IM LISTENING TO AN X LISTENER AND MY MAN WENT FROM "I'll make you suffer a long, painful death..." to "o nu i think its dead :((((("