Your basically taking Abe's place in the Wilford Motherloving Warfstache video! Another random person took the place as y/n in Who Killed Markiplier. This story you get shot in Who Killed Markiplier but you survived and decided to catch Wil. Yes the storyline for Who Killed Markiplier will be a bit messed up but it's a short story no a book or a movie! Also the vid is not mine!

Y/n POV

I have been searching for a while. I =don't wanna bore you with details so I'll just go ahead and tell you. William J. Barnum A.K.A. The Colonel.  I have some history with him but that you don't need to now. A lot of people have died because of him.

I have been tracking him down for a while now and I mean a while. The only problem is he can't keep running. I was always One step behind but it was only a matter of time before I caught up. I can tell you it was NOT easy finding him.

I was looking over my work checking the details and I hear the telephone ring. I run over and pick up.

"Is this Detective L/n," a voice says.

"Yes it is and what is the problem?" I ask hoping it is information.

"Ahh well I have found where that-uhhh... William guy is!"  The person says unsure.

I smile as I have finally got some more information.

"They are *address of place*!" They say.

I frantically write this down on a notepad agreeing that I have it all written.

"Thank you so much!" I say before hanging up and ripping the paper out of the notepad.

I rush to my car making sure I have my cuffs and gun.

He always changes his name to hide his identity but I always figure it out. He always based his names around his old habits though, not changing at all. He always would drink, fight, flirt, and... Dancing.

I drove a few miles and pulled up at a disco bar. I put the car in park and turned off the engine. I sat there for a minute preparing myself. I had to be ready for his shenanigans. I got out and walked up the stairs and into the bar walking through some tinsel strings. I walk into a room filled with people dancing to some funky disco music.

He always had his tastes in different characters but this one had to be one of the best: Wilford Motherloving Warfstache!

He is a average sized male. He is wearing a pink shirt with yellow pants. His moustache is tinted with something and his hair is a big pink Afro wig. He started dancing and it looked really cool. Wait...what am I thinking he's a murderer. I started making my way through the crowd of people but they kept getting in my way. I got stuck in between two people and they pulled me almost the ground. That's it I'm done with this shit. I pull my gun out pointing it to the sky and shooting off a few shots. All the people run out screaming as the music continues.

I make eye contact with him and anger fills my eyes. He keeps dancing. I point my gun at him.

"Get your ass over here!" I say through clenched teeth.

He jumps down while dancing. He keeps dancing.

"Don't move asshole!" As soon as I say that he we start circling.

"Show me your hands!" He waves his hands in the air.

I had enough and I shot at him, missing but hitting the music power box.

His backup dances stop dancing and he stands there spinning in circles.

"Get down on the ground! Get down on the ground right now!" I yell at him.

He asks very stupidly, "Why the music stop?"

"Your not getting away from me this time asshole!" I say angrily, "I said get your ass down on the ground!"

"Do I know your friend?" He asks.

"I SAID GET DOWN ON TH- what... how do you not," I shake my head clearing it," Get your ass down on the ground before I blow right here, right now!

"Wait... Dave?...Dave!.....Dave?....Dave! Greg?..Steve? Bill? .....Dave! I knew I recognized you! How are you? How's the wife?" He says.

At this point I am fed up with him and say, "I don't have a wife. Your under arrest for multiple murders!"

"Well that's ridiculous I would never kill anybody," He says then attempts to take a drink of something but his moustache gets in the way.

I sigh and cuff him while he yells. I escort him to the car and put him in the back. I walk over to my side. I get in and notice he somehow still has his drink. I start the car.

He still attempts to drink, "The laws gonna throw every book they have at you! And after that their gonna throw you in a cell! And after that their gonna throw away the key! And after that their gonna throw . . . that . . . cell . . . into a lake!"

I look in the rear view mirror and see him checking himself out. I shake me head disapprovingly. We then sit in silence for a few minutes.

I think to myself

But not before I throw a few things at him first! We're gonna play pin the tail on the donkey but he's the donkey and the tail is my feelings! But I shouldn't get ahead of myself, I only get one night to fill the hole in my heart he left behind! It's finally time to get some answers!

Did we date at some point?

No, we didn't date!? The hole was a metaphor, for when you shot me in the....

I look back at him and say, "How did you?! How are you?"

How many fingers am I holding up?

"Four," He says.

I look away in shock and start saying random shit in my mind.

Aardvark! Pumpernickel!

"What are you doing?" He asks confused.

Calabasas!

Are you ok?

How are you in my head?!

Why are you yelling?

Get out of my head!

Your still shouting!

We then both start screaming. I then tase him and I drive back to my office.

-----after he is out of the car

I tie him up in a chair and he somehow still has the drink. I let him have it. What's he gonna do? Spill it on me!

I walk by him taking his wig off, "Your ass is mine for the next 24 hours!" I say while walking back over to my desk to take a sip of whiskey.

I watch as he struggles to take a drink of his drink.

I swallow the drink and say, "And I'm gonna take my sweet time.. with that ass!" I immediately realize what I just said and say, "To get answers out of it! From you"

"Well it is quite nice here so I can stay!" he says while looking around.

"Enough, with your bullshit! Do you even feel guilty for what you did!" I say grabbing the back of his chair.

"Why don't you call me by my name?" He asks.

"You feel like you need to change names, huh? So what name do feel suites the moment?

I then proceed to struggles to open a cabinet drawer. I pull out a folder with a stack of papers.

"Is it.....William J. Butterfield?" I ask.

"Well there's a name aha!" He doesn't finish because I throw the paper in his face.

"Wilson Jackson Bartholomew the Third?" I ask. 

"Well now I actually married-," again I threw the paper in his face.

"Wingull Heimer?" I look again, "wait just Wiggle Heimer?"

"All right I may have been having a bit of fun with that one but- ow," he tries finishing but yes, I throw another paper in his face.

"I should just start calling you by your real name!" I pause," The murderer!"

He looks a tad be then his eyes widen, "Y/n! Y/n, it's been a while! I missed you old friend!

I roll my eyes and say, "Yeah it's me! You shot me and this is how you remember me by calling you a murderer!"

He stares at me, "I have only been called a few names and the rest being my own creativity!"

I start saying, "Name after, name after, name after, name, just so you could distance yourself from the real name you should be called-" 

"You should call me your lover then!" He says out of the blue.

I stand there in shock. Me! His lover! Pfftt, he, he murdered my friends! Our friends!

I start laughing and he looks at me surprised. I then see he's serious.

"I-I thought you loved Celine?" I asked.

I was so confused. My emotions were everywhere.

I felt a presence by me. I look up seeing he managed to get out of his Ropes and cuffs.

"How did you!?" I yell.

"I've been wanting to do this for a while," he walks up to me while saying.

I back up and run into the cabinet. He gets closer and closer when he stops and..... hugs me? As he hugs he whispers 'I'm sorry!'

He steps back making it so I can get out. I stand there in shock and process.

"How can I forgive you?," I say as tears come to my eyes,"You killed r/p/n (random person name), you shot me, and you hurt others!"

He looks at the ground.

"Something happened to Damien, Mark, and Celine but I wasn't there to see it!" My voice started raising as did the tears in my eyes.

I couldn't take it! I collapsed on the ground and started sobbing remembering my past. I feel his hand on my back as I cry. He then picks me up and brings me to the chair.

"I am sincerely sorry! It was just the reaction of the time! All the other kills were because I was scared I would hurt more people if they turned me in!" I could hear the wavering of his voice as he talked.

I looked at his face and saw a few tears falling down his face. I smiled a bit remembering the days when we all were friends.

~flashback~

I was running to manor and I saw everyone waving. We were all going to watch a movie. It was a scary movie so we all cuddled around the couch. We shared laughs and some scares. Wil protected me the most. (This was before he was with Celine) He had held on to me the tightest and we always calmed each other down.

~end~

I looked into his eyes and made my decision.

I leaned in and kissed him. He was surprised but he kissed back. We pulled away and he hugged me.

"I knew you would forgive me!" He said sounding so happy.

I laughed and hugged back saying, "I love you Wil!"

"I love you to y/n!" He says as he goes in for a kiss that leads to another and they start leading away from the mouth but I will let your imagination run wild for all the opportunities that could have happened. ;)

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