Work Text:
The music was very loud in the small nightclub. The dance floor illuminated by multiple bright lights hanging above the people that were dancing. There were six dancers on the stage dancing to the music, and one of the dancers was his boyfriend?lover?partner? Abe wasn’t really sure what to call him and Wilford.
Ever since he found out that the Colonel was still alive, his life began to spiral out of control. A man who he was running after to avenge Mark and Avery’s(DA) death. Each time he managed to get close to the man, he always ended up slipping away from his grasp. He took on different identities each time, which made it harder to find him.
Abe stills recalls the time he had a lead and managed to catch the Colonel at a club. He found out that he took on a different name this time.Wilford”MotherLoving”Warfstache, as ridiculous as the name was. Abe was definitely not checking him out*cough**cough*, He noticed how much he changed. The Colonel’s hair that was once a dark brown, was dyed bright pink and along with a pink bushy mustache to match. He also wore pink suspenders with a small pink bow to match.
He felt anger swell up in his chest, when he looked at him. Abe was angry at Wilford, for saying it was all just a joke. He was completely insane and definitely was crazy. When he was losing consciousness because of the bullet lodge in his heart, he still remembers watching him shoot Avery in the chest. Who ended up tripping and falling from the stairs railings. “It was an accident…I swear” he said.
Abe always had a feeling that getting attached to his new partner was a bad idea. And yet he made Avery(DA) help with investigation of Mark’s supposedly death. He always felt he was born cursed. Every single partner he had ended up dying in a tragic accident or because he wasn’t strong enough to protect them.
And each time, Abe always got attached. He was just so glad to have the feeling of someone watching his back again. Someone who cared. Hoping just this once one of his partners wouldn’t die.
He guess it was just meant to be, but that didn’t help make the loneliness go away though.
It’s why he drinks so much, trying to get rid of the ever lasting pain of being alone.
That is why he is currently sitting at the bar in the nightclub. After finding out that it has been years since the events of “Who Killed Markiplier?” He decided that Wilford was right about how he shouldn't linger on small details and be more accepting of their situation. That this world no longer made any sense, and that was ok. Abe still found it creepy that Wilford could hear his thoughts and had abilities to warp reality, teleportation, mind reading, skilled at using a gun or knife and his insanity.
He’s not surprised though, especially since Abe from the very beginning that Warfstache was trigger happy. He wonders if he has any abilities. The only thing he know is that he himself sees black and white, while Wilford sees more in color.
Abe brought his drink up to his mouth and took a big gulp. How it come to this? The man he was once hunting, now was the man he was currently going to clubs with and was dating. He always knew from childhood that he was gay. It especially didn’t help that the person he way gay for was Wilford out of the people, who could very well be trigger happy and insane from time to time.
A man that has killed more people. Who enjoys bringing madness and chaos everywhere he goes. A man he couldn’t seem to shake from. The more they hung out, the more they realized how much boring it would be if they weren’t in each others lives.
And you know what? Abe wouldn’t have any other way. As much as a pain Wilford could be, he does enjoy the time they spend together. thinking about little old me?A familiar voice hollered in his head. I thought we agreed that you would take a break
And I thought you were busy dancing.responded Abe. How do you not get tired of talking telepathically, it’s giving me a headache.
“Well I’m used to it!” said Wilford, who suddenly appeared beside him, still wearing that ridiculous pink wig.
“Aah!” yelped Abe, who jumped slightly in his seat out of surprise.
”Will You Stop Doing That!?”growled Abe.
”Hehe. Sorry my black licorice” replied Wilford, who didn’t seem all that sorry, in fact he was holding back a smirk.
“Tsk, whatever.Let’s just go back to our apartment ”said Abe.
“Ye-Our apartment?”responded Wilford, one eyebrow raised.
” I suppose since you’ve been helping me with cases and you’re basically already staying there, it would also be yours to” said Abe, a blush spreading across his face.
“Whatever. It’s stup-“
”No!” yelled Wilford, who was equally flustered.
”I would love to come over” Wilford softly replied back. He offered his hand to Abe.
Abe grabbed his hand and thought. Yeah I could get used to this.
And without further ado, Wilford teleported both of back to Ab-no their apartment.