Nothing, Nothing at all...

9

Everyone ended up leaving the bedroom eventually, everyone accept you. You stayed, sitting on the bed, waiting for your powers to come back. You sat, waiting, determined that the second you had full control, you would call for Dark with all your might. So you sit. And you wait. You check your hair and eyes in your phone's camera every once in a while, but other than that you just sit. And you wait.

You were scared. The 'incident' was around only a week ago, so it was still sorta fresh in your mind. It hadn't been bothering you the past couple of days, mostly because you were around Dark all the time, or knew where he was. You also had Jack around to boost your energy and happiness. But now... Dark was gone... Not forever, just not here, not with you... And the thoughts just flooded your head, Dark wasn't here to help you. I mean, Mark, Jack and Anti would help you, but it wasn't the same. You didn't have your powers either, so no matter how much you hung around Jack, it didn't help. So for the first time in a while, you felt alone.   

After a while, you felt something. You looked at your reflection. The colors were the brightest they had ever been. So you sat, and you called. You thought harder than you ever had before, calling out to Dark, reassuring him it was you, and that he could come home. You thought, and thought and thought... But nobody came... Until, finally... After five minutes of thinking, yelling, persuading, begging and pleading, he finally came.

He appeared next to you, and you practically jumped on him out of pure joy and excitement. You tackle-hugged him, knocking him down. You laughed letting out all that fear, and letting happiness take over. He couldn't help but to laugh as well. You stopped laughing after a while, and just lay there, in his arms, feeling safe again. You had to get up after a while, and the two of you walked out. Dark was immediately bombarded with questions about the little brown book, but he refused to answer them. Dinner and the rest of the night passed without a hitch when everyone realized that Dark wasn't going to say anything about it.

The next morning was fine, and breakfast was peaceful. Mark excused himself to go record, and Jack barely was able to drag himself out of bed to eat with everyone else. "Uh.. Jack.. You ok?" You asked. "Jet lag... One h*ll of a drug." He smiled. "Well, teleportation actually, but whatever." He corrected himself, making coffee. He ate a little before stumbling back to the guest room and falling back to sleep immediately. Anti did not seem to be affected by it, although, he did sleep a lot when he first got here. Anyway, because Anti was not tired like Jack was, he drug Dark off somewhere, determined that he was going to get answers about that book.

That left you where? All alone. Again. Slouching on the couch, phone beside you, channel surfing. You kept the volume low, to not disturb Jack, but he could probably sleep through a hurricane right now. So, you were slouching, channel surfing, when none other than your favorite friend appeared in front of you. He conveniently located himself on the coffee table so you found yourself staring at him, and not the TV. "Hello..." his voice echoed into your ears. You groaned, and rolled your eyes, standing up. "No one likes you, Wilford."

You shove your phone in your pocket, turn off the TV and walk away from the couch. You try and act natural, so you lean against the wall, but you got up to get away from him.  He walks over to you. "I'm not scared of you." "Really?" He asks, he corners you against the wall, putting his left hand near your head and leaning on it. You move closer to wall, trying to put as much distance between him and you. "I'm not scared of you." You say again, a little less confident. He smiles. "Look I'm not here to hurt you. I just here for some reassurance."

He takes his left hand away from the wall and grabs your right hand, interlocking your fingers. He turns away from you and leans on the wall next to you. "You see, a friend of yours stole what was mine, and I just want to make sure he gave it back. I really like that little brown book, it's very helpful you know. That's where I found all that stuff about you And your abilities." You turn your head to look at him, and you realize that actually makes sense. "But he returned it, he left yesterday for like three hours and returned it then." You say, trying to pull your hand out of his grasp. "Like I said, I just want some reassurance."

He holds your hand tighter, so you just give up. He looks you in the eyes. "Plus, how do you know that he returned it? For all you know he just hid it somewhere for him to have for later.  You don't really know what he did in those three hours, now do you? He could of done anything." You can sense that he is trying to place doubtful thoughts in your mind, so you pull your gaze away from his and stare at the ground. "Don't worry, you can call for Dark all you want, I can teleport us out of here in an instant."

Too late, Dark and Anti appear. Dark sees you with Wilford and starts to charge at him. "I wouldn't if I were you..." Wilford says, pulling out his little golden gun and pointing it to your head. "You wouldn't..." Dark responds, almost as if he is trying to convince Wilford and himself. "I could, I mean, it's not preferable... She would be so much more fun alive." Dark stopped, but stiffened at Wilford's words. Wilford just smiled and continued. "I only really need her soul, so I could just kill her, but... she's just an adorable little thing isn't she?" He smirked at Dark and looked at your blushing face. Dark only glared back.

You hear a yawn and see Mark walking out of his recording area. "Just who I wanted to see." Wilford remarks, and Mark realizes what's going on. "And just who I didn't..." He grumbles. "Why do you want Y/n anyway?" He asks, going to stand near Dark and Anti. "It's not my fault." Wilford responds, dodging the question. Mark and Dark give him a look. He just smirks. "Well, not entirely my fault. It was you who left her alone." Mark, Dark and Anti stare at their feet, or at least do anything to avoid your look. Wilford gave a smile of success, and looked at you as if to say "I have proven my point." "The way you left her all alone, sent shivers down her spine. No one else seemed to want her, so I just made her mine." He pulled you of the wall, still holding your right hand, and grabbed your left wrist. With a flash of pink, and a smirk in Dark's direction, the three of the gasped on horror of what he had done. Wilford Warfstache let go off your wrist, wrapped his arm around your waist and kissed you for the second time in the past couple of days. Only this time, you didn't kiss back. With that, you and Wilford disappeared into nothing, nothing at all.

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Hello, hello! I am SO sorry for being so slow at updating. I wasn't sure what was going to happen next, and then when I finally figured it out, I had no time!! I could also give you 1,000 other excuses on why it took forever, but I will spare you. XD Anyway, I hope you like it and understand that the struggle is real.

All in all, Buh-Bye!