I Just Imagined That In A RP.... XD

I just imagined that in a RP.... XD

Code pink!

Dark: I ASK YOU ALL TO DO ONE THING! I ASK YOU TO DO YOUR JOBS AND YOU CAN’T EVEN DO THAT RIGHT! FOR GOD SAKE IT’S LIKE I’M WORKING WITH A BUNCH OF CHILDREN! OUT OF ALL THE EGOS MARK HAS MADE, WHY THE HELL AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO HAS A LEVEL HEAD. YOU ALL-!

Bim Trimmer: CODE PINK, CODE PINK! GET HIM IN HERE NOW!

Jims: (run in holding wilford over their heads).

Wilford: (happily blowing bubbles).

Bim Trimmer: fire when ready.

Dark: AND FURTHERMORE-.

Dark: (noitces the jims holding wilford) what are you doing-?

Bim Trimmer: NOW NOW DAMIT!

Camera Jim: (puts wilford down)wil dark wants a hug.

Wilford: (looks at dark) well bully. Come here you.

Dark: what? No. NO STAY AWAY I-.

Wilford: (scoops dark up into a bare hug, smiling).

Dark: (bangs his fist into wilford’s chest) DAMMIT WIL, LET GO OF ME. LET…Go…of…me.

Dark: (stops hitting him as he stared off in contentment).

Wilford: rough day my darky?

Dark: (grabes wilford’s shirt and slambs his face in it. Letting out a muffled scream).

Wilford: (rubs circles in his back, chuckling) there there.

Bim Trimmer: good work gentlemen. That would of ended in a disaster.

Dr. Iplier: (bordly stares at the camera like the office).

...........*face palm* Jesus-

Hazbin hotel Husk but damn he thicc boi. (Hard to color without it looking messy on phone TwT)

But he can also be a nifty boi

......... in a RP I did. (Part one.)

Wilford skips into the living room, to find dark staring blankly at the static filled TV. Wil tilts his head confused, walking in front of the TV. "Hey, darky!!!" He says enthusiastically. Dark glances at him blankly for a moment before he leans over to continue staring at the blank TV. Wilford pouts childishly moving out of the way, sitting next to him.

They sat on the couch in silence for a while before dark stood up to go to his room. He froze in his tracks to see a mirror at the end of the hall. He walks towards it, hesitantly. Wilford had noticed this and got up to see what was wrong. When he saw the mirror, he looked up at dark, whose eyes were widened, almost frightened. "... do you... want me to... break it?" He asked softly. Dark nods, still staring at the mirror. Wilford looks at the mirror as well, a sick smile coming across his face. He enjoyed breaking things. Even if there was no reason for it.

Wilford pulled his pistol out of his back pocket pointing it at the mirror. He shot it but it didn't break. Instead the bullet bounced off of the mirror, coming back. Wilford flinched moving out of the way but dark stood there, staring blankly. "MOVE!!!" Wilford yelled terrified, but it was too late. The bullet had hit dark. Dark simply looked at his chest as black goo oozed from it. Wilford began to panic and warm tears began running down his face. He ran to darks aid trying to stop the bleeding.

Anyone remember Wilford's weird ability to listen in and interact with peoples thoughts???.... here.

Dark: {staring at Wilford}

Wilford:{low-key not doing shit.}...{squeaks a sneeze.}

Dark:{blushes madly.} [Thought:THATS FUCKING ADORABLE.]

Wilford[though thoughts:dark, that's gay.]

Dark:O_O... shit.

I drew a scared Warfstache... I LOVE HIMMMMM

Oh. So... um... wow. Its um... its something...

Hazbin hotel Husk but damn he thicc boi. (Hard to color without it looking messy on phone TwT)

But he can also be a nifty boi