#abe wmlw

[moonymoonsiplier]

"Hi!"

[r0ttente3th]

the two boy genders

[meo618]

doodles

i need more abestache art and fics. do i really have to do everything myself

[captain-neutrino]

This is how the scene went right

[ephiesoul]

Chibi Abe 🎃

[wilfywarfy]

Take A Break (Abestache Drabble)

A/N: I hope that this is good enough to hold y'all over until the second thing I make XD I must provide for the Abestache community!

Word Count: 666 (Unintentionally evil lol)

Warnings: Angst, but there's fluff in there! Offhand mention of blood. Literally just a sentence, but I'm tell you anyway! Oh, and unhealthy work habits because it's Abe. And Abe is gonna Abe.

"Abe! Where are you?"

The question went unanswered as the detective continued to stare at the walls. Photos, documents, and god knows how much red string covered the space, resulting in a mess that Abe was trying his damn hardest to decipher. The photos screamed a message that he couldn't understand. Even after days upon days of work, he still didn't feel any closer.

"Damnit," Abe muttered to himself, putting his head in his hands. His eyes hurt, his eyes dry and cracked with red.

'Its been a month since I started this case. The days and nights started to fuse together after the first week. The leads I've received branch off like a fresh set of roots, making it even more difficult to track. Nothing is clear to me anymore, and damn, is it frustrating. But I can't give up. Not until this perp is caught and locked up-'

'Are you monologuing again, hon?'

'No, I'm just going over my- wait a minute.'

The detectives monochrome view shifted to color as the door to his office opened. 

"Had a feeling you'd be in here! Barely see you outside of here nowadays." Wilford said as he entered the room, taking a seat on the opposite side of Abe's desk.

"Wil, I'm busy right now." Abe sighed, not looking up from his hands. He couldn't think of the last time he went outside the house, let alone outside this room.

"Oh, you're always busy with your 'job'! But this is getting a bit out of hand, don't you think?"

"You know this case is important, Wil."

"When was the last time you took a break?" Wil asked.

"I can't just stop when I'm ahead!"

"That's not answering the question, Abe." Uh oh, he used his first name. This was bad.

"...I think it's been… I don't know. A few days? A week?" The detective mumbled.

Now it was Wilfords turn to sigh.

"I thought we talked about this."

"We talk about a lot of things, Wil."

"No, but this. This, here, right now. This is what we talked about."

"Look, Wil, I don't know if this is clear to you, but let me out it in terms you'll understand. People are dying, and I have to be the one to stop it."

"People die everyday, Abe! I know it's important to you, but that doesn't give you the excuse to-"

"To what, Wil?"

"Let me finish! It doesn't give you the excuse to kill yourself trying to find whoever this is!"

Abe was about to say something, but the words fell flat on his tongue.

The detective finally brought his attention up to the man in front of him. He was dressed in his usual pink get-up, only missing that horrible Afro. He must've come back from a night out. If he saw a tiny blood stain on his shoulder, no he didn't.

What struck him most however, were his eyes. It was like they saw right through him. Oh, who was he kidding, they could. To Wil, he was an open book, whether he liked it or not.

The man stared at him with a mix of concern and affection, a stare Abe thought he'd never get to see, until he met Wilford. A stare he thought he didn't deserve, until he met Wilford.

'I know you can hear me right now,' a familiar voice said in Abe's head. They had a habit of doing this. It took a while to get used to, but it became easier with time. It was just how they worked.

'Yeah… I can.'

'You're tired, Abe.'

'We've established that.'

'So what do you think we should do about it?'

There was a moment of silence between the two of them.

'...I could take a break.'

'And?'

'I'd… I'd like to spend some time with you.'

"That sounds like a plan to me." Wilford said out loud, a slight smile on his lips.

He could say no to him, could he?

[captainyn]

i love how mick lauer always plays the unintentionally funny tough guy role yk?

we got uncensored grunkle stan:

we have the gay-but-only-for-wilford detective:

we have gunther bullet "goddamn" gunnerson:

what's not to love?

[female-david-tennant]

I love Mark, I love the lore but god it stresses me out sometimes. It’s daunting and overwhelming but it can be so fun. So now whenever I’m thinking of Space and trying to figure it out and freaking myself out about it, Wilf in WMLW comes to mind as he’s comforting Abe

“You’re just too focused on the minutia of it, the details, the who killed who, the who slept with who. It- you’re not focusing on the big picture.”

And

“Listen friend, it was a bit of shock for me too. Life needed a bit of madness but… why should death be any different…? But I think the stress is getting to you a little bit you need to unwind- you- you’re a freshly born faun trying to find your legs in a world that doesn’t make sense. So. Just for tonight. Let’s forget about all the chasing and the killing and the shooty-shooty bang bang ‘god! You’re a murderer’… and just for tonight… why don’t we have a little fun”

So yeah, for all y’all like me that feel pressure to understand every little detail and know what’s going on in the lore, here’s you’re reminder that you can have fun without it, and that’s from the pink mustache bitch himself.