......... In A RP I Did. (Part One.)

......... 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.

I drew a scared Warfstache... I LOVE HIMMMMM

Wilford: *finds candy on counter...*don't mind if I do!!~

Dark:*grabs Wilford's arm * nope...*drags him away from the counter*

Wilford:NO!

Meeeeh.

I think it would be funny if I could animate a burnt rice meme vid. I just can't animate and I don't have the stuff for it XD

HHHH CUTEEEEE

Dark: *watching Wilford*

Wilford: *is being adorable and innocent while doing some stupid shit * :D

Dark: HOW DARE YOU!

Wilford: wha?

Dark: HOW am I supposed to be Dead Inside when, WHEN YOU’RE MAKING ME FEEL THINGS!

Wilford: <3

Me:... oh................................................... "CHIPOTLE MAH LIIIIFE-"

Angel Dust: on a scale from “damn Daniel” to “fre sha vaca do” how are you guys feeling?

Vaggie: somewhere between “it’s an avocado, thanks” and “how did you defeat captain america” but as a solid answer I would say “I don’t need a degree to be a clothing hanger”

Charlie: probably “road work ahead”

Niffty: Oh "is that a weed, I'm calling the police" for sure!

Husk, to Alastor: I speak 5 languages and this is none of them.