Summary: Dark asks the Host to create a better life for Wilford. One where there is no madness, so suffering. Just joy. A place where his creativity can flourish. No matter the consequences. Enjoy~
“You know, you’ll never see him again.” The Host’s words were pointed, sharp daggers into Dark’s fragile composure. “He will be out of reach.”
“That’s fine. He deserves it, the ability to get away from this all.” He told the Host in return. “He’s… not had the best life.”
“You say that as if this is all somehow your fault. When it was Mark’s. He created your story. You shouldn’t punish yourself for the actions of the man.”
Dark’s jaw locked and his aura flickered wildly at the mention of Mark. “I am not. Do as I asked, Host. Please.”
“If you insist… where do you want me to put him?”
“Somewhere he can be himself. Somewhere creative. Somewhere- Wil? Wilford how long have you been standing there? No, listen. Trust me, this is for the best. Host, start narrating. Now. Calm down Wilford, this is good for you. This is good-”
Willard J Walsh woke up a gasp. His forehead was coated with a thin layer of sweat, and he frowned. It was a dream so clear, it was almost like a memory. Fuck dreams.
Better Life
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