Wilford's POV
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I looked through my files for a good interview, that won't piss me off "I don't want to waste my bullets this time..."
While I was sorting through my papers, someone knocked on my door. Without even looking up, I told them to come in "It's getting pretty late Wilford" "I still have work to do" I heard him step closer "You shouldn't overwork yourself" I scoffed and looked at him over my shoulder "Like you haven't done that before?" He went silent, and I resumed working
"Wil, you just had an interview. You don't need to go searching for another one already" This time I just ignored him, he sighed and sat on my bed with his legs crossed. I looked up from my desk and glanced at him, which gave me an idea
"Hey brother... could you do me a favor?" He smiled "Sure. What is it?" "Can I interview you for my show?" "Uhh.... Sure. Why not?" He said with a shrug "Wonderful!! Thank you Mark!" He stood up from my bed "Anytime Wilford," He said before leaving me to clean up the mess of papers on my desk
Once that was finished, I went to take a bath and changed into a simple white shirt and boxers, afterwards I climbed into bed and fell asleep.
**Timeskip**
I woke up to the sound of screaming from downstairs. Of course.. I sat up and stretched, after hearing a satisfying 'Pop' from my tired bones, I got up and took a shower. After changing into my usual outfit, I went downstairs to enjoy some breakfast. There in the dining room I saw complete and utter chaos, ignoring all the screaming I walked over to Chef and got my breakfast. I sat down between Yandere and Santa who were both talking loudly, the only ones who stayed quiet were Host, Mark, and Dark.
I began to talk to Mark about the interview, which caught the attention of some of the alter-egos, and it was usually the same thing 'Why don't you interview me instead?' 'Interview me next time!' Blah blah blah
Once breakfast was finished, everyone went off to do their own thing; Bing went out to do stupid shit; Doc left to do his job; and... yeah, you get the picture.
I was looking through the channels when Mark came up to me "Hey, Wilford?" I hummed in response "When's this interview gonna happen?" "Hmm.. Two weeks" "Alright. See ya" I gave a small wave goodbye to Mark as he left the mansion.
**Little timeskip**
I stayed in the living room on my laptop, working on some stories to cover after Mark's interview. When I heard the familiar sound of teleportation, and a dark cluster of clouds on the couch. Without even looking up, I greeted the older male, "Hello Dark" He gave a curt nod and turned on the TV, after flipping through all the channels Dark decided that there was nothing good on and turned off the TV.
"So what did you and Anti do this time?" "Nothing really, just wrecking the city" "Mhm" The rest of the afternoon we just sat in silence, with nothing but the sound of my fingers tapping the keyboard