Actor shoves. “Move! Your! Undead! Butt!”
Vamp!Actor stands still, arms crossed. “You’re no less undead than I am, you know.”
Actor takes a break, panting, and snarls.
“You’re not getting me out of this Manor.”
“Look, I love The Manor as well! Not your version, it’s... frankly, unnerving.” Actor looks around and shudders.
It looks no different from his own. But it feels different, and that’s enough to send a shiver up his spine.
“But,” he continues, “You need to get out there! Play the hero for a bit! Lift your spirits!”
“I have to be here when my friends come back!”
Actor huffs. “Why are you so- only one of them ever-”
“Hey!” Vamp snaps. “Not mine! Mine never betrayed me!”
“They left you, just like mine did!”
“But mine are coming back!”
The two actors stare at each other.
“Just one adventure, please. You could even just help me out with one of my own. I’ve been wanting to make some kind of classic horror flick, you’d be perfect.”
“I’m not selling out. These fangs aren’t for show! They’re for feeding and turning my best friends immortal!”
Actor puts his head in his hands and groans. “You do know Dark-”
“Damien. My Damien would never go by such a stupid name, and he’d never become a villain.”
Behind his hands, Actor rolls his eyes. “-probably hates you, right?”
Vamp shrugs. “He’ll forgive me.”
“Oh, please. I gave mine a starring role in my stories and he hates me.”
“He never died! He only came close!”
“Oh, yes, that’s better. Such a moral high ground!”
“Enough! The point is, I can’t leave! If we could film your project here, sure! But otherwise, you can forget it!” Vamp crosses his arms.
Actor fumes. “Fine! We’ll film it here! I swear, if you try to steal Y/N-”
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Dark looks at Vamp!Dark. “What do you think those two are talking about?” he growls, shell cracking.
Vamp!Dark eyes the shell warily. “Probably irritating each other. He used to get fed up with his own theatrics sometimes.”
Dark scoffs. “Not mine. Always cocky.”
The two Wilfords run by the window. Vamp!Wilford tries to tackle normal Wilford, who poofs away before being taken down.
“So was mine,” Vamp!Dark says, draining the rest of his bloodbag. “But sometimes he managed to realize it.”
“Lucky you.” Dark shell splits, and a blue ghost breaks away, screaming. Then it reforms, and Dark just sits there like nothing happened.
Vamp!Dark jumps a bit. “Can you please not do that? The ringing is already murder on my ears.”
“Not my fault you’re a vampire.”
Vamp!Dark sighs. “I think I see why you’re the one called the villain.”
Dark raises an eyebrow. “Oh yes, you’re much more heroic.”
“I am. I help people achieve their destiny and accept what they’re meant to be.”
“Yes, Doc looks like he’s doing very well.” His shell breaks again, and this time it’s leaning across the table, screaming the sentence at Vamp!Dark with rage as Dark himself states it calmly.
Vamp!Dark jerks back. “He’s doing all of that to himself!” he hisses. “It’s not my fault he’s so stubborn!”
Dark takes a sip of his wine, looking off to the side.
Vamp!Dark sighs and stands. “I have matter to attend to-”
“Off to stalk someone again?”
“You’re no better with Y/N.”
“At least I actually knew them first.”
Vamp!Dark snarls and then leaves without another word.