#cause magic

Summary: It’s November 9, and the city gets a rather colorful reminder of how powerful Warfstache is.

Chapter 2: Live on Warfstache Tonight

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A.N: This is Chapter 2

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    “Wil,” Damien sighed.

    “Yes, my dear?” Wilford smiled, the two of them sitting in what appeared to be an old fashioned diner. People were in the diner talking and dancing next to a jukebox. All of them completely taken over by Wilford’s magic. The waiting staff were all Wilford’s little “assistants” little more than living marionettes with paper masks of his face on them. “Don’t you like your milkshake, chocolate is your favorite.”

    “Will, I have lots of work to do,” Damien sighed. “Both as mayor and with my actual job, which you are interrupting.”

    “It’s not that bad,” Bim leaned over from the neighboring booth, sitting alone and holding up a smoothie that looked more like a rainbow sherbert concoction than juice. “Nice to have a break every once in a while. Plus you’re always working.”

    “Someone has to!” Damien spat, his phone ringing. He didn’t even check who it was, all he made sure was that it was his person phone and not the Mayor’s. “What?” Dark hissed out.

    “Update,” Google warned. “Four heroes have entered the premises, they are obviously arriving to stop Wilford.”

    Dark turned back into his more publically known self, groaning, “Thank you Google, it’s nice to know someone can still do their job.”

    “Affirmative,” Google responded and then hung up.

    “Bim, mask up or leave,” Dark ordered.

    “Someone needs to call your guy’s villains prop department because these masks are creepy looking,” Bim grabbed a masks from table.

    “What mask?” Wilford asked in confusion, but then he shuttered as if a current had been run through him. “What was that?”

    “You tell me, Wil,” Dark stood up, noticing that some of the assistants looked paler, as if their strings were being cut. Dark grabbed his milkshake and tore a hole into the Void. “Bim, go home, the heroes are doing something.”

    “I never get to stay,” Bim tore off his mask. “Come on, I can take them, just let me try.”

    “We have a month left,” Dark snapped. “Go home or go to the office.”

    Bim glared at him but followed Dark’s orders as Wilford stormed towards the door, some of his assistants pivoting to watch him as he walked. Dark made sure Bim left with his sherbet smoothie. Wilford opened the door, Dark stepping out behind him and seeing that they were walking into Wil’s studio.

    Or at least a very good replica. With Prince Creativity sitting in one of the chairs, waiting and talking to the Jims which knocked out half of Google’s projected group.

    Wil’s brain kept pace as Dark just watched from the door.

    “Do I have an interview?” Wilford asked in confusion.

    “Yeah,” RJ commented, checking his watch. “Everyone’s on time.”

    “Perfect,” Wilford smiled and Dark just created a showrunner’s chair for himself as Wilford’s latent magic kicked in to help whatever the heroes were doing.

    Rolling his eyes at Wilford’s stupidity, Dark kept drinking his milkshake. His aura fanning out protectively around him and Wilford. It helped him find Logic and Dr. Iplier standing nearby.

    “You can come out,” Dark turned to them, scanning them both to see Logic completely in costume. Creativity looked half taken over by Wilford’s magic with curled almost red hair, and a suit made of what looked like glitter or crushed candy covering it but lacked any of the other glassy-eyed featured the rest of the people who’d been taken over had.

    Logic and Dr. Iplier, however, looked completely normal. Which Dark found interesting.

    “I see you two are also immune to him,” Dark took a sip of his milkshake. “Interesting.”

    “Shouldn’t you be stopping us?” Logic asked, walking a step or two closer.

    Dark smiled, “So pragmatic, I respect that. When you get tired of the heroes, I can always put a good word for you.”

    “Respectfully,” Logic’s hand went up to adjust his visor, “I am right where I need to be.”

    “Shame,” Dark looked back to the interview, Logic slapped part of Dark’s aura away from his visor. “You’re a bit too noble for your own good. You remind me a bit too much of myself when I was your age.”

    “Really,” Logic hit something on his visor that sent out almost like a localized EMP shock and Dark withdrew his aura. “That seems unlikely. What do you get out of allowing us to stop Wilford? Taking control of the city seems like something that would benefit you.”

    “This isn’t control,” Dark huffed as he kept the Producer away. “It is Wilford’s madness taking root in others. Besides, I can’t get much work done with this much of the city in chaos.”

    “That hardly matters,” Wilford answered a question from the interview, pulling his gun out. “Of course I can hit that.”

    “Really?” Creativity summoned an apple. “I doubt that.”

    BANG!

    And with that, Creativity went limp, blood dripping from his chest, and the world around them became less vibrant and candy-filled. As if with the firing of his gun, Wilford’s magic reset.

    “Well, this was fun,” Wilford smiled as Dark opened up a portal into the Void, his milkshake disappearing. “Darkling, when did you get here?”

    “Just now,” Dark smiled back at him. “Do you want to get something to eat?”

    “Do I?!” Wilford chuckled, stretching his suspenders. “I know this nice place. If you’re free.”

    Dark stood up, fixing his suit. “For you, always.”

    The greyscale entity leaned closer to Logic and Iplier. “If I come back here and find your friend still in that chair, I will assume he’s dead and cremate him.”

    “Noted,” Logic said fearlessly.

    Wilford stood next to Dark, offering out his elbow, which Dark took and the two of them stepped through the Void. Slowly the city began turning back to normal, people blinking off the stupor they’d been in, their clothes turning back to normal. The studio started to turn back into an empty soccer field, currently holding just the few Sides, Egos, and a very expensive camera.

    “We’re clear,” Logan called out as Roman sat up, stopping his suit from turning back to normal. “Astounding work, Creativity. You’re keeping the suit?”

    “Of course, and Moody Frown said I couldn’t do it,” Roman grinned. “I never thought to make the buttons out of peppermint rock candy.”

    “I’m more astounded that you could sit still for that long,” Anxiety defended, sprouting his spider legs again. “Well, my favor’s done. No one ever mention this again.”

    “Thanks for your help,” Iplier smiled.

*Finds some old docs on a crack fic she was working on*

*Ral turns into werewolf in it*