#faniplier

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If Dante was thankful for one thing, it was the connection with the shadows. While he had no control over them, he could tell when they rippled, when something was following him.

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Wilford looked suspicious at how flat and automatic the answer was. He wasn’t looking for some boost in pride. Fans was clearly mocking him. No wonder they got along with Dark so well! This was only amplified when Fans began laughing at him.

“Hey! That ain’t a joke-” he started, before Fans interrupted with an answer that only confused Wilford. The pair didn’t get along? That was weird. They acted like a married couple. But as he let the words sink in, confusion spread.

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This feeling felt very nice, Wilford realised the more the foggy effect of sleep faded. Everyone he worked with generally kept to themselves, which was fine, but it made this moment special.

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It had been a week since Dark made the announcement of changing his name to Dante, essentially confirming the entity he was before was dead, in a sense. While the work was never-ending, he had noticed how Fans was keeping their distance. Not that he blamed them. Dante looked more like Damien than Dark did, but he was not the Mayor. They’d never have their days together where Damien would take control and they would pretend nothing ever happened; nor would Fans ever see that ghostly figure appear in their office. Instead, Dante himself entered.

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Wilford’s head tilted to the side, before he finally spoke. 

“... There’s a hole in th’ wall.”