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"Hey, baby!"

Wilfords head whips around, a smile beaming on his face. "Vicky!"

"How's work going?"

"Ah, it's slow today, you know how it is."

"Wil, baby, I'm telling you. All you gotta do is quit and you can come stay with me."

"But you know I love it here."

"Dreams aren't gonna feed you."

"...still. I love it here. I'm staying here."

"Alright, whatever! So, uh... you free tonight?"

"As always."

"Great. I'm picking you up at 7. Don't tell anyone where you're going, okay? It's a surprise."

"Hm... alright?"

"Perfect. I'll see you then, baby."

Vic kisses Wilfords cheek. Wil smiles.

A surprise tonight? He better doll up then.

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Hows Mobby doing? Ever since... You know.

Does he know that there's already someone trying to take Wilford for himself?

Has he seen what he's like when Wil isn't around?

Does he know... anything?

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Ah yes... let's recap what occurred, shall we?

Yancy, Hank, and Jimmy were almost killed by Yancy's Uncle John and traitors within his organization. In a desperate attempt to protect Wilford, he had Hank get him and bring him to the safe house, where Yancy finally came clean about the biggest lie he's been keeping from Wilford. They fought, and Wilford was understandably upset.

Whether or not Wil decided to stay in the safe house... I'm supposing not.

Since that night, he's had someone keeping surveillance on the bakery and Wilford to ensure his safety. I'm not gonna lie, as heartbroken as Yancy was, he still had someone threatening his life and the lives of people he could still trust. His entire existence became finding his uncle and killing him, then rooting out the rest of the traitors. His empire, the things he's worked so hard for the last 15 years or so, is in shambles.

So he's not doing great. He barely sleeps. Hank has to make sure he eats or he won't. Symptoms of a broken heart and paranoia. He doesn't focus on anything else but his new mission, or else he will lose it.

So, yes... he knows things. He knows that Wil is better off without him. In Wil's words, he's not a good man, and he's absolutely right. He knows that someone else has been around a lot more. Unfortunately, he doesn't know everything...

But Wilford left. So he's respecting that by staying away himself.

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"Hey there, baby."

"Oh, hello! Welcome to Wilford Warfstache's Sweets Emporium! I'm Wilford, what can I get you?"

"Hah, baby, you don't gotta get me anything but your number."

Wilford blushes. "My my, straightforward much? I must say, I don't just hand out my number to strangers."

Vic laughs, running a hand through his hair. "Well, I'm Vic. There, now we aren't strangers."

Wilford smiles. "Well, Mr. Vic, I can't say we're familiar."

"But don't you wanna be?"

"Can't say I'm looking around at the moment."

"Perfect. Cuz now you're mine."

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Thank you Anon 💖

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Wilford is making treats.

He always does that.

A red van pulls up outside of his shop.

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"Oh, baby... You'll be mine real soon... Trust me."

All he needed was some rope. After that... taking Wil would be a breeze.

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Are you okay Wil?

"...yes."

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No one is afraid of you Vic

Who would be afraid of a washed-up punk who can only hurt people that don't fight back

"Shut the fuck up."

Vic pulls you even closer, speaking right into your ear.

"I will make you regret ever talking to me that way. I ain't afraid of you. Or anyone. And I will knock your ass out."

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Vic...

Harm a hair on his head and you'll fucking regret it

"Me? I would never harm Wilford!"

Vic pulls you in close

"And if you ever say some shit like that out loud again, I'll beat your fucking ass."

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It's been a long day.

The business today was average... as always.

As he's getting ready to call it quits for the day, that's when he hears it.

DING!

The bell above the door rings. And there, a man stands. Light blonde hair, green eyes, a jean jacket with a bunch of band patches on it, equally patched up jeans. Almost like a rock star, but a bit more clean.

He stares at Wilford for a second, a smile creeping up onto his face.

"Hello, sir. Welcome to-"

"Wilford Warfstache's Sweets Emporium."

"...yes."

"I've been looking for this place for a minute... let me guess, you never heard of me?"

Wilford looks the man up and down. "Can't say that I have."

"Ah, it's okay... Vic. Vic Greene."

Vic holds his hand out for Wilford, who shakes it.

If only Wilford could hear his thoughts...

"Fuck, I missed you, baby... you're mine again."

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Wilford, baby.

I know you may not remember me, but that's okay. It just means we'll truly start all over again.

I won't be as angry this time. I won't yell. I won't hurt.

You can trust me, baby. You used to. I'm sure you can do it again.

And when I find you... we'll be happy.

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"Behold, my latest creation: Cheesecake cups! They're pink, of course, but they still taste like a lovely New York cheesecake! You can try one if you like, on the house!"

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Forget. Forget. Forget.

The one time he wants to forget something it seems impossible. If anything, it just makes the memories stronger. All of the moments they shared together come to the forefront of his mind. His sweet kisses. His love.

And it hurts so much.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid!" He cries, fist slamming onto the floor with each self deprecating word. "Forget... forget... please..." he speaks as if he's begging someone to help him forget. End his suffering, end his hurt.

"You should've given up on me..." he mumbles, though it's more to himself then it is to Yancy. Maybe if Yancy had just given up on him, he wouldn't hurt so much... he never thought he'd see the day where he would prefer to be used and left behind. But at least then, he wouldn't have felt the love he had.

As soon as Yancy is out of sight, he finally breaks. Knees hitting the floor with a thump, hands gripping at his hair, damn near tearing it out. It could barely be described as crying. More like tear filled choking. It felt hard to breathe. It felt hard to think. It felt hard to forget. That's all he wanted to do right now... forget.