"Be yourself, she's sure to like you... Actually now that I think about it that's horrible advice."

"Thank you Minx, always the optimist."

Wilford grumbled nervously as he looked in the mirror, combing his hair carefully as Minx watched from behind his seat. She sighed at the anxious wreck of a man he'd became in mere hours, his energetic attitude withering away as he started pondering over all of the things that could go wrong on this date. It wasn't like he wasn't good around women, it was just that for some God damn reason ( y/n ) confused him.

"It'll be fine, Wilf'. Just don't get absolutely hammered and maybe she won't get completely disgusted by you." Minx joked with a cheeky grin as she attempted to ease his nerves, causing a grimace to appear on his face as he thought over the situation seriously. It was problematic for him to even consider going to public places after everything that had happened in the past and although he fitted in slightly more in a carnival, his moustache was bound to stand out elsewhere.

"What if she finds out about the whole affai—" Wilford went to keep talking but Minx held her hand over his mouth to shut him up, looking at him blankly through the mirror opposite them rather than looking directly at him like any normal person would.

"Try not to mention it. And don't bring a gun this time; I don't want to have to help you clean up that kind of mess." She stated with an eyebrow raised, causing him to lower his eyebrows slightly in concern but not say anything else on the matter as she slowly lifted her hand from his face. Another thing caused him to gulp though as he looked at her reflection in the mirror again, surprisingly timid about the idea of something going wrong tonight; even if it did go well, there was always the other 'issue' he had.

"And if she finds out about my... 'Problem'?" He asked very quietly, causing Minx's grin to falter as her expression turned calm from thought. She slowly reached out and took the comb from him, beginning to help him comb his hair as she watched him through the mirror with a small yet soft smile. Of course that didn't stop it being slightly creepy to him, but he wasn't the type to judge in this sort of situation.

"If she likes you she won't care about things like that. Trust me, I know about this kind of thing." Minx commented with a shrug, causing Wilford to ponder when in any other situation he would have merely scoffed at her words. However it wasn't like he was unused to getting love advice from a maniac with a criminal record, after all.

"And if she does care...?" He continued on but allowed his sentence to trail off, not really sure what he'd do in that situation. It wasn't unlike him too think too much about these things after what had happened throughout the years, with anxiety becoming a common thing for him surprisingly quickly. Minx's expression went completely stoic for a moment as she moved to rest her chin on his shoulder, seeming fairly relaxed before her lips suddenly formed into a sinister grin that made the man shudder in fear.

"Lock her in her room and burn down her house." She giggled gleefully, standing up again properly and laughing as she saw Wilford's shocked expression staring back at her through the mirror. He cringed at the very thought of doing such a thing again, not enjoying the idea of fire again after his experiences with it in the past. Sure it could destroy evidence better than anything he'd ever seen, but it was also a pain to use.

"I'd rather not, thank you." He muttered with a slight shiver, not really enjoying this conversation but knowing Minx was trustworthy when it came to winning a woman's heart; even if she was a little psychotic.

"But really, try to be normal. However difficult it might be for someone like you, it's definitely worth it in the end. I mean, look at me!" Minx boasted gleefully as she looked at the wedding ring on her left hand, smiling gleefully at the thought of her adorable wife and causing Wilford to raise an eyebrow at her in slight concern.

"I doubt I'm the marriage type, Minx. Plus this is my first time out with ( y/n ) so it's too early to say any of that sort, you know." He stated as he pulled a small comb out of his pocket and brushed his moustache carefully, knowing it had been fairly ruffled by Minx's hand covering his mouth earlier and not able to just leave it messy like that. Minx raised an eyebrow at his reserved attitude and flicked his ear, frowning in annoyance.

"You're not going to get anywhere if you keep thinking like that, Wilf'. You're not even calling it a date for God's sake, man up." She mocked him slightly as she used the phrase he absolutely hated, making him glare through the mirror at her darkly and his hands to slowly clench into fists as he watched her every move precisely.

"Don't you dare tell me to man up, Michelle. Not after the Pizzeria." Wilford hissed furiously, gritting his teeth as his anger began to become visible to the red eyed woman. Minx merely held up her hands with the comb in one of them, showing she didn't mean him any harm and waiting patiently for him to calm down from his temper. It took a minute or so before he finally looked like himself again, leaning back in his chair and sighing as he quickly took off his glasses to clean them whilst Minx went back to just fixing the last strands of his hair into place.

"But really, try not to get hammered. That's how you met that married woman before, right?" The brunette asked a little quieter this time, aware of how much of a 'sensitive topic' Wilford's past was to him. Although it wasn't like she didn't ask about it often, so by now he was likely used to blabbing about it with her. The man merely looked at her through the mirror as she spoke, no longer angry but simply irritated at her comments.

"I don't plan to be drinking a lot, Minx. I'm hard enough to understand without any alcohol involved." He joked lightly, a small smile making its way onto his face as she stepped away from him and put the comb away to show she was finally done with him. The maniac merely grinned back and shrugged, gesturing to his pink jacket( that he'd obviously insisted was the same colour as his moustache )by the door so he wouldn't forget it.

"Have fun, Wilfy'. It's not often you get a chance like this." She ordered as he got up and headed over to his jacket calmly, pulling it on as if his whole outfit was completely normal. There was a pause as he took in her words before he glanced back at her and nodded, a slight grin making its way onto his face.

"I know." Wilford chuckled before opening the door quietly and heading outside, closing it a little loudly behind himself and causing Minx to giggle at his obvious nervousness. Shaking her head, she stepped towards the mirror before leaning her head closer, observing one of the newspaper articles he had pinned to it with a sigh before she unpinned it and held it up so she could read it properly.

"You never change, you know that Wilford?" Minx muttered to herself as she saw the ad for 'Freddy Fazbears Pizzeria' and traced over the text 'Now hiring' that had been circled in a fountain pen only a month or so before. If only he'd know...

Warfstache hadn't been ready for Freddy at all.