Requested by: The_Fandom_Mansion

~Summary~

Wilford has a really bad nightmare and Dark has to calm him down,, but was it really a nightmare? Or just memories starting to resurface.

A loud scream echoed through the mansion, startling most of the residents awake, Dark being one of them. Annoyance filled his tired gaze as he sat up. He was about to yell at whoever was screaming until it sounded again, but this time more panicked.

Yet it wasn't the sound that made his blood turn cold,,, it was the name that the person was screaming out. Or rather, names..

"DAMIEN!! CELINE!! COME BACK PLEASE!!"

Dark recognized the voice as Wilford's, their good ol' Candy Coated Killer. Yet when he was sobbing and screaming out these names, calling out for those already lost, he sounded so broken,, so alone.

Dark heaved himself out of his bed, out from underneath his satin blankets, and towards the pink haired man's room.
Several others were already crowding around it, too frightened to step foot inside.

The Jim Twins, Bim (surprisingly), Oliver (the Yellow Google), and a few others. They all turned towards Dark as they heard his footsteps, and their eyes widened. Dark didn't know why, nor did he care at the moment.

"Out of the way."

Dark didn't even have to shove his way to Wilford's door, the others made a passage way for him. He reached the door and hesitated, and I mean hesitated, to open it. The man inside had quieted down somewhat to just sobs, still calling out their names.
Eventually, Dark opened the door and was greeted by a tearful Wilford hugging a pillow.

Dark felt his shell crack slightly at the sight yet he kept his composure. If not for himself, than for Wilford.

He quietly walked towards Wilford before kneeling down in front of him.

"Hey..." Dark kept his voice quiet, not noticing the concern he absentmindenly put into it. "You doing okay?"

Obviously not, but Wilford slowly rose his head to look at Dark and his eyes filled with more tears. "D,,Damien..?"

Dark flinched at the name, but if it calmed Wilford down, he would deal with it. "Yeah.. It's me. You worried me for a second there. Are you feeling okay?"

Wilford nodded slightly, wiping away his tears. "Y,, yeah. I am now that you're here." He let out a weak chuckle, giving Dark a small smile.
Dark stared for a moment, silent, not noticing the heat rushing to his cheeks.

"Are you blushing, Dames?"

The question caught him off guard. Dark shook his head. "A-absolutley not." Dammit he stuttered.

Wilford chuckled again. "I forgot how easy it was to fluster you, good chap..." Suddenly, the pink mustached man frowned. "I didn't wake you and Celine up, did I?"

Dark shook his head, giving Wilford a gentle smile. "No.. No you didn't. Celine is still sleeping, hard as a rock."

The smile returned to Wilford's lips. "Like always..." He yawned, settling back down.
"I'll let you sleep..." Dark's voice grew quieter as he shifted to stand up. Yet he froze when he felt a pair of lips on his cheek.
With wide eyes he looked back at Wilford, a blush darkening his cheeks.

Wilford gave Dark a sleepy smirk, a light blush of his own on his cheeks. "Goodnight Damien," was all he could say before passing back out.

Dark watched for a second before smiling.

"Goodnight William..."

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"Dude what the hell was that?"

"Oh Lord- How long were you guys there?"

"The entire time.."

"God dammit..."