Candy Smash
Alright, guys, look! It's a fusion fic after so long, I hope y'all are as happy with it as I am! Also, this is my first time doing a technical four way fusion because if you think about it, Dark is three people. Before I hadn't known this so the fusions with him before don't count. I'll probably rewrite them. But, for now, tell me how y'all think I did writing this fusion, my new child I must protect! Hope y'all enjoy ;)
At first, Dark did not believe he would ever wish to fuse with Wilford. They had… a past together. A past of turmoil and pain and sorrow and Dark does not want to relive any of it in the slightest. However, as he craves to feel the power of being fused with another once more, glancing up towards the babbling Wilford, he pushes to his feet, grabbing one of the journalist's hands, cutting him off.
He still cares for Wilford. Him, Celine and Damien do. So this is why he will fuse with him.
“Dance with me, Colonel?” he asked, using the older and nearly forgotten name after so long. Wilford’s eyes momentarily before they flash with recognition and he wraps his own fingers around Dark’s hand, pulling him further from the chair he has been sitting in. Both Damien and Celine are silent, pleased with this.
“Of course, Damien, Celine,” Wilford replied and Dark’s eye twitches for only a moment. It's okay. Only Wilford will ever be allowed to call him by those names. But then Wilford winks and smirks and says another, “And of course you as well, Attorney.”
And just as Dark’s eyes are widening, just as Damien and Celine are gasping in disbelief, Wilford begins to lead his movements, bringing him into a slow dance. Their footsteps are synced and Dark’s mind flashes back to a blurry images time with flashing lights, bright colors and loud music with a guiding hand in his, another on his side. He remembers that night from so long ago; the night before everything happened, when this body was not his, when the shell that contains him now was in control. He remembers that this body had been drunk of their ass along with Wilford- or, the Colonel, at the time- who offered them a dance. They had accepted, slowly being led into a dance similar to the one he and Wilford are doing now.
He didn't know he could tap into their memories as well. But he does not dwell on it, merely uses their memories as a guide now, fuzzily remembering the pattern and steps. Damien has fallen silent and he can taste the guilt that he is feeling; he was the one to trick the Attorney to giving them their body.
But still, Dark does not dwell. He meets Wilford’s soft, brown eyes, watches the small smile that spreads across the journalist’s lips and he too has to smile just as he is dipped, the aura around him trailing momentarily behind. He spins around once he's brought back up, not noticing the fact that he is currently being led in the slightest.
He wouldn't care even if he had noticed.
And then, the unfamiliar warmth is burning in his gut, surprising him because he is normally so cold. He pulls in closer to Wilford and they press their foreheads together. Dark shuts his eye, breathing deeply in this moment.
He hadn't felt this happy in years.
A split second later and the burst of warmth and light and energy occurs. They meld into one, becoming what is normally impossible closeness. They form into a taller being, standing straight as the four in one mind try to situate themselves. They press a hand to their pale cheek, run it along the bottom of their pink and glowing eye. They then reach up to the hat sitting upon their head, surprised but not too displeased to find one there. It is a large and black top hat, hanging slightly just above their forehead. They look down at their attire, smiling at the sight of a pink suit and a black bow tie. They ignore the fact they can feel a mouth on each shoulder, ignore how each breath from both mouths brushes against the sleeves of their suit. Their pants are a darker pink then their suit but they still match perfectly and this fact greatly pleases the Damien side and so they smirk. They then notice the aura around them… how there is another color with the blue and red. There is also the familiar shade of pink that is normally associated with Wilford’s mustache. Interesting.
They try to take a step forward, to think, but then they nearly fall over, hardly able to catch themself as a sudden nursing headache hits him. Their eyes are already beginning to water because of the terrible amount of pain in his brain he reaches a hand up towards his temple, brushing their tips along the skin there.
What is happening?
“Damien! Celine!” They cry out joyfully, raising their arms up as though they are greeting someone. They take a stumbling step backwards, shaking their head. “C- Colonel! It's been so long!” They shout, smiling brightly and they bring their arms back down, wrapping them around their own body. “I've missed you two for so long,” they whispered, bringing their voice down low. “And I you, William…” They glance up at the sound of footsteps and frown. Their reunion was broken…
They pull at the collar of their suit, straightening out and now taking a much more sure step forward. The smile has not faded from their face in the slightest and their pink eyes are filled with a glowing, warm love that three of the people had not felt for so long.
They feel warm, happy, content. They slip two of their fingers into their breast pocket, smiling wider as they find a piece of bubblegum inside. They unwrap the candy and toss it into their mouth, chewing it as they step out.
The world would know Candy Smash.
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