Darkstache One-Shots

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Dark was panicking. He, for once, didn't know what to do. He began pacing his room back and forth until he spotted his full body mirror. He stopped in front of it and noticed a woman standing next to him with a red aura around her. His red aura. It was Celine.

"Dark, listen I didn't know this would happen."

Dark heard Celine say. However he wasn't exactly in the mood to talk to her.

"You didn't know this would happen? How the hell is this even possible?" Dark asked. He kept his voice down just in case someone was listening.

"I think Celine is trying to apologize. Though there was no way any of us could have seen this coming. Especially going how long we did without this coming up."

Dark heard Damien say. Dark let out a huff. He was stressed. It was his own body and yet he didn't even notice what he had. Now he had to find a way to explain it to his fiancé, Wilford. Not only that but he had to figure out what he was going to do about it. To top it all off he didn't even know what Wilford was gonna say about it! Now he was stuck in his room trying to figure out some kind of solution to his problem.

~A day ago~

Dark was laying in bed with Wilford. It was three in the morning and they had fallen asleep in each other's arms. However dark had woken up. He checked the time and was unsure why he was up so early.

His question was soon answered when he felt something at the back of his throat. He got up and rushed to the bathroom connected to Wilford's room. He luckily made it to the toilet as he began emptying out the contents of his stomach. Dark had hoped he didn't wake up Wilford this time. However his luck ran short as he saw Wilford walk in and start rubbing Dark's back.

"Hey Darki.. are you ok?" Wilford asked trying to make his voice less slurred than it usually was.

"I'm fine Wil." Dark tried. However his stomach had different ideas and began to push more out of dark. He leaned over the toilet again and let out more of the food he had the previous day. He felt Wilford's hand rubbing circles on his back. As soon as Dark finished he leaned against the wall for support. While Wilford grabbed his hand.

"Darki... This is the fifth time this has happened his week. I think you should go see the Doc." Wilford said.

"I don't need to see Dr Iplier." Dark said holding Wilford's hand tightly. Wilford thought silently before he spoke.

"Just a check up. If the the doc says everything is fine I'll stop bugging you about it." Wilford decided to say. Dark stayed silent.

"Please Dark... For me?" Wilford said in his William voice. He only had the ability to do it for a certain sentence he wanted to say. He couldn't do it for so long but it always got to Dark. Dark sighed.

"...Alright... I'll go." Dark said.

"Thank you Darkipoo!" Wilford said. He then moved and kissed Dark's cheek.

"Your lucky I love you." Dark said. Wilford just smiled.

"I love you too.~" Wilford said. He then stood up.

"Now let's go get you cleaned up!" Wilford said. Bringing Dark to his feet.

Later that day

Dark sat on a hospital bed with Wilford behind him and Dr Iplier in front of him.

"Alright. What seems to be the problem?" The doctor asked.

"Nothing." Dark said simply.

"Dark! Almost every morning he has woken up sick and puking his guts out!" Wilford tells the doctor. Dr Iplier began writing this down on a clipboard.