Hey dude, I saw you're doing prompts! Can I please get 15 with Yan and Wilford? I love ya!
(awwwww thank you, i love you too! :D)
“What did I say about kidnapping!?”
Yan flinched away from the girl he had strapped to a chair in the Ego Inc’s basement, turning to see Wilford standing at the top of the steps. The older ego had a look of disappointment on his face, and Yan watched in shame as Wilford made his way downstairs. The girl he had kidnapped was still screaming incessantly through the gag Yan had put there earlier.
“Answer me, Yan.” Wilford stood in front of the yandere, arms crossed like that of a disappointed father. Yan looked down at the bloody knife in his hands, his face red with embarrassment.
“…If I wanted to kidnap someone I had to ask you or Dark.” Yandere grumbled, and Wilford nodded his head.
“Yes, that’s right. And did you?” Yandere shook his head. Wilford tried to keep up the serious facade, but he couldn’t stop the fond smile that overtook his face. He ruffled Yan’s hair, deciding to take it easy on the little yandere. “Well, it would be a shame to just put her back where you found her. How ‘bout you let ol’ Warfstache show you the ropes?”
Yan brightened up at that immediately, nodding his head excitedly as Wilford pulled out his favorite switchblade. The girl, who had been watching this interaction with the most disturbed expression, began to thrash and scream even louder. But neither of the egos cared, as Wilford leaned in closer to her, trusty knife in hand.
“Now, so you usually want to start off slow with these things and then build up- also, don’t tell Dark about this.”