Weird.... like me (Wilford Warfstache x reader)

Chapter 8: Help

I let go of Wilford with a sad expression on my face

We didn't talk much but I'll miss him a lot..

I look once more at Wilford but he's not there anymore

I look around calling his name but he's nowhere to be seen in that old dusty bar

'Wilford? Where are you?'

The sound of footsteps are heard from the basement

I slowly walk up to the basement. My anxiety grows with each step and once I am at the top of the stairs that lead to that creepy smelly basement I see Wilford standing there

His mouth was wide open and this black inky substance starts to fall from his mouth and eyes

My body is paralyzed now and Wilford is slowly going up the stairs

With each step more ink falls and I can hear this voice getting cleared and cleared

By now the floor is covered in ink and Wilford stands right in front of me

'Run

I wake up in a panic like I've never been before

'It was just a nightmare'

I shake my head and get up to go and watch my face

It's been only a few days since I left but every day I have this same creepy nightmare in which I am told to run

I reach the bathroom and look into my reflection

I look like I haven't slept in days. My once F/C eyes had been getting more and more grayish as the time goes by. My F/C hair looks like it hasn't been washed for days and my clothes are all dirty

Whenever I have that dream I end up running somewhere else

It's stupid, I know, but something tells me to do it

As I wash my face I can't stop wondering why Wilford doesn't leave my head

It's not that I like him I barely know him but his presence seems to haunt me wherever I go

I leave this crappy motel room I was in and go to the closest food store around where I end up buying a bag of chips and some burgers that I immediately start to devour by myself

I can feel the eyes of all the customers looking at me but I couldn't care less. I am STARVING

As I eat I can hear the small tv from that store showing the news

'... our next story is about the murder of an entire family whose only survivor and main suspect is still missing...'

My heart starts to beat faster

'They couldn't be talking about me right?'

'.. the daughter y/n was found running from...'

They were talking about me. I am still wanted for something that wasn't completely my fault

I quickly finish my meal and leave as fast as i can, hiding my face hoping no one recognizes me from the picture on the news

As i walk away hoping no one saw me i end up getting lost in the numerous streets of that city im in

Right now im in this dark smelly alley where you see people getting killed all the time in tv shows and it really gives me the creeps

I can feel like im being watched from afar but i dont make much deal of it tho, as i keep walking the sensation of being watched keeps growing and gets worse

I look behind me to see what this overwhelming feeling was and i find a tall shadowy figure standing away from me, not taking his eyes of my body

I speed up my pace trying to get out of that alley but the figure starts to walk faster

Dead end. Its a dead end street. this is it. this is where ill die. I just wish i could have done more with my life

As i look at the wall in front of me, making my last prayers, i feel the hand of that creepy figure touching my arm

I quickly push it away and turn at him ready to punch him but he quickly grabs my arms and covers my mouth before i can react

All i could do was think to myself
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• New chapter guys! Hope you enjoying! The next chapter will have a nsfw warning since things are about to go down