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Wilford quickly looks away when the man drops his newspaper. The last thing he needed was for a new customer to think he was a creep who just stared at people. Not good for business at all.

When he looks back up, the man is back at the counter, asking for another cup of coffee. "Oh, no problem!" He places the frosting down and gets to work on another drink.

The cake he's working on is, like most of the other cakes he had on display, beautiful. Dollops of bright pink and yellow frosting topped a chocolate, 4 layer cake. Intricate designs done in dark chocolate all along the side. It was enough to give anyone sweet tooth.

And now, the smell of fresh coffee was in the air as Wilford started the machine. "Should be done in a few minutes."

It's a rare day for Jackson, for a couple of reasons.

One, he's enjoying a nice quiet afternoon inside of a cozy bakery. It's a bit too pink for his liking, but it's warm, and the coffee is good. Along with the danish he's currently snacking on.

The second reason is that he's working outside of his office today. Specifically, tracking a target that's been seen coming to this bakery rather often. Usually, Jackson was needed in the field to be... well, to put it lightly, a human battering ram. To fix shit that's gone sideways.

It's a nice change of pace either way.

Sipping his coffee, he goes back to reading his newspaper. Sitting in the back corner, facing the front exit and keeping his peripheral vision on his surroundings.

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The bakery is mostly quiet, as per usual. Not that Wilford minded it any. His music played softly from the ceiling speakers, and that was really all he needed.

The only thing that was really different was the man currently hiding away in the back corner with a newspaper. Seemingly entranced with whatever words were on the page.

The stranger had been nice enough. It was a standard transaction, buying himself some treats, a small pause at the price (Or rather lack of), and going to sit. Nothing extraordinary.

And yet, every few moments, Wilford takes his eyes off the cake he's frosting to look at the man. Can you blame him? He's one of the few customers he gets all day, of course he's interested.

It's a rare day for Jackson, for a couple of reasons.

One, he's enjoying a nice quiet afternoon inside of a cozy bakery. It's a bit too pink for his liking, but it's warm, and the coffee is good. Along with the danish he's currently snacking on.

The second reason is that he's working outside of his office today. Specifically, tracking a target that's been seen coming to this bakery rather often. Usually, Jackson was needed in the field to be... well, to put it lightly, a human battering ram. To fix shit that's gone sideways.

It's a nice change of pace either way.

Sipping his coffee, he goes back to reading his newspaper. Sitting in the back corner, facing the front exit and keeping his peripheral vision on his surroundings.

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There's a little pink box left outside of Jackson's door! Who'd placed it there? How'd it gets here in the first place? Don't worry about it. It was a pink box, and it smelled amazing. And for a good reason too.

Inside the little pink box, there's a fresh serving of bread pudding, in a cute pink bowl.

Did I mention it smelled amazing?

-You know who :3

Jackson almost steps on the box when he's stepping out of the door, pulling back at the last second. It's... very pink. Disarming.

He's not paranoid. He's not. Cautious, weary... sure. He's not expecting a package, so why is there one...

Christ, it smells good, though.

Alright, let's think this through. More than likely, it's a 'welcome to the neighborhood' kind of gift. Crouching down, he carefully picks up the box and opens it. When he sees its bread pudding, his eyebrows raise high on his forehead.

He looks one way and the other before bringing it inside. "A bite won't hurt," he murmurs before closing the door.

It doesn't make it to dinner time.

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It should be alarming, how Vic goes from thrashing about, to stone still. But at this point, it's gonna take a miracle to get a surprised reaction out of Wilford. Too much has happened in too little time to render him anything other than stoic.

Yancy seems angry. Good news for him, bad news for the person currently tied in the back seat. Though now it seems it's Wilfords turn to get a little ticked off, when Yancy tries to get him to back out.

"I'm going with you, Yancy. Quit trying to go by yourself, it's not working." He says, a hint of annoyance coming through in his voice. Old him would've never thought about being annoyed with him... Then again, the old him wouldn't have been in this position in the first place.

Wilford hops into the passenger seat of the car.

John is dead.

It took months of operating from the shadows, but Yancy had finally managed to get his hands on him and make him regret ever showing his face around his territory. Cutting the head off the snake made the others scatter into hiding... the ones he didn't have taken care of, anyway. He had to call in some favors and contingencies he wasn't proud of, but... oh fucking well.

Regardless, things wouldn't be the same. But that's the least of his worries right now.

As much as Hank and Jimmy tried to stop him from doing it, he had to see Wilford. Just to confirm with his own eyes that he was okay. He knew Wilford could have issues with his memory, and a part of him hoped that he had forgotten about him altogether.

Just gotta see him. Then... I'll leave him to his life.

He stands at the door of the bakery for a few seconds, in a dark hoodie and jeans, hands wrapped up in bandages as he reaches for the door and enters. Even the door chime makes his heart hurt.

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Hr can tell Yancy is questioning if he's serious about this or not. But if the dead look on his face, and the blankness in his eyes doesn't give it away, he doesn't know what will. He's not going to take no for an answer. Yancy seems to pick up that he wasn't joking either, and let's him go. Smart choice.

Oh, yeah, another thing: Vic smelled bad. Like... real bad. "He was drunk when I knocked him out." Wilford says, less concerned about the well being of the man on Yancy's shoulder, and more about that fact that he'll probably have to disinfect the floor.

Vic doesn't take too kindly to being insulted, trying his hardest to kick and trash about in Yancy's hold.

John is dead.

It took months of operating from the shadows, but Yancy had finally managed to get his hands on him and make him regret ever showing his face around his territory. Cutting the head off the snake made the others scatter into hiding... the ones he didn't have taken care of, anyway. He had to call in some favors and contingencies he wasn't proud of, but... oh fucking well.

Regardless, things wouldn't be the same. But that's the least of his worries right now.

As much as Hank and Jimmy tried to stop him from doing it, he had to see Wilford. Just to confirm with his own eyes that he was okay. He knew Wilford could have issues with his memory, and a part of him hoped that he had forgotten about him altogether.

Just gotta see him. Then... I'll leave him to his life.

He stands at the door of the bakery for a few seconds, in a dark hoodie and jeans, hands wrapped up in bandages as he reaches for the door and enters. Even the door chime makes his heart hurt.

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"I didn't ask."

Why he was so adamant on being there, he could pin the blame on a few things. One of them was that he wanted to make sure that Vic would stay dead. Another was that he just didn't want to be left alone in the darkness of the street.

And the third reason? Well... he didn't want Yancy to be alone either. He was already a mess. The last thing he needed was to be alone. And as much as he still might not know about how to feel, he knows that the last thing Yancy wanted do is admit he doesn't have everything under control.

"I want to go with you."

John is dead.

It took months of operating from the shadows, but Yancy had finally managed to get his hands on him and make him regret ever showing his face around his territory. Cutting the head off the snake made the others scatter into hiding... the ones he didn't have taken care of, anyway. He had to call in some favors and contingencies he wasn't proud of, but... oh fucking well.

Regardless, things wouldn't be the same. But that's the least of his worries right now.

As much as Hank and Jimmy tried to stop him from doing it, he had to see Wilford. Just to confirm with his own eyes that he was okay. He knew Wilford could have issues with his memory, and a part of him hoped that he had forgotten about him altogether.

Just gotta see him. Then... I'll leave him to his life.

He stands at the door of the bakery for a few seconds, in a dark hoodie and jeans, hands wrapped up in bandages as he reaches for the door and enters. Even the door chime makes his heart hurt.

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He knows it's a horrible task. And he knows how horrible he is for asking Yancy to do his dirty work for him. If that makes him a bad person... Then so be it. He was a bad person as soon as he tied Vic to that chair and left him here to freeze.

Speaking of Vic, as soon as there's enough wiggle room, the man tries to thrash around. Keyword, tries. The actual action is a bit pathetic. Flinging himself with little strength, hurting himself more than Yancy. Words are muffled against the gag.

The more Wilford watches, the more his stomach twists. Yancy shouldn't have to do this. He loved Yancy at one point... And past him wanted to be there for him no matter what.

"I want to go with you."

John is dead.

It took months of operating from the shadows, but Yancy had finally managed to get his hands on him and make him regret ever showing his face around his territory. Cutting the head off the snake made the others scatter into hiding... the ones he didn't have taken care of, anyway. He had to call in some favors and contingencies he wasn't proud of, but... oh fucking well.

Regardless, things wouldn't be the same. But that's the least of his worries right now.

As much as Hank and Jimmy tried to stop him from doing it, he had to see Wilford. Just to confirm with his own eyes that he was okay. He knew Wilford could have issues with his memory, and a part of him hoped that he had forgotten about him altogether.

Just gotta see him. Then... I'll leave him to his life.

He stands at the door of the bakery for a few seconds, in a dark hoodie and jeans, hands wrapped up in bandages as he reaches for the door and enters. Even the door chime makes his heart hurt.

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The tied man seems to try and plead for himself, screaming against the gag in his mouth. But all Wilford can focus on it Yancy. Or moreso what he asks.

What do you need from me?

Could he really do this? Could he really ask Yancy to do this? Sure, Wilford was willing to essentially kidnap him, but... Asking him to kill someone? Was Vic really that horrible that he would be willing to end his life?

Yeah, he hit him... but was it really that bad?

...no. No. He couldn't think like that. Because that's exactly what got him here in the first place. Thinking that it wasn't that bad, and falling for it time and time again. How many times had he hurt him? How many times had he believed he would be better?

He'd make sure he never hurt anyone else.

"I need you to take care of him." He says. Vic starts thrashing around, but he can do little when he's weak and tied.

John is dead.

It took months of operating from the shadows, but Yancy had finally managed to get his hands on him and make him regret ever showing his face around his territory. Cutting the head off the snake made the others scatter into hiding... the ones he didn't have taken care of, anyway. He had to call in some favors and contingencies he wasn't proud of, but... oh fucking well.

Regardless, things wouldn't be the same. But that's the least of his worries right now.

As much as Hank and Jimmy tried to stop him from doing it, he had to see Wilford. Just to confirm with his own eyes that he was okay. He knew Wilford could have issues with his memory, and a part of him hoped that he had forgotten about him altogether.

Just gotta see him. Then... I'll leave him to his life.

He stands at the door of the bakery for a few seconds, in a dark hoodie and jeans, hands wrapped up in bandages as he reaches for the door and enters. Even the door chime makes his heart hurt.

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The man appears to be pale. Whether or not that's from being in the freezer for so long, it was a bit tough to tell. He had short blonde hair that had started to form ice crystals from the amount of gel in it. He was dressed like a wannabe rockstar, with torn up black jeans and a band t-shirt.

And he looks absolutely pissed. Looking up at Yancy with anger in his eyes, though it wasn't directed towards him. Moreso at the man behind him.

"...he hit me." Wilfords says simply. "He's why I look like this... Not just the eye. Everything. The scars. The memories. Almost everything bad... It was him."

John is dead.

It took months of operating from the shadows, but Yancy had finally managed to get his hands on him and make him regret ever showing his face around his territory. Cutting the head off the snake made the others scatter into hiding... the ones he didn't have taken care of, anyway. He had to call in some favors and contingencies he wasn't proud of, but... oh fucking well.

Regardless, things wouldn't be the same. But that's the least of his worries right now.

As much as Hank and Jimmy tried to stop him from doing it, he had to see Wilford. Just to confirm with his own eyes that he was okay. He knew Wilford could have issues with his memory, and a part of him hoped that he had forgotten about him altogether.

Just gotta see him. Then... I'll leave him to his life.

He stands at the door of the bakery for a few seconds, in a dark hoodie and jeans, hands wrapped up in bandages as he reaches for the door and enters. Even the door chime makes his heart hurt.

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Well, he's not wrong. He was definitely desperate. And Yancy was the only one he could trust with this.

Wilford shuts and locks the door behind him. It's weird being back here. The last time they were here together... they kissed, and it was amazing and beautiful and... and magical. Now though, that magic was gone. Replaced with an awkward tension that just made everything feel icky.

"Right... Uh, come here."

Wilford leads Yancy to the walk in fridge, taking a deep breath before opening it.

It's normal in there. Shelves of ingredients, doughs ready for the next morning, buckets of icing, and a man. In a winter coat. With his hands and arms tied. And a piece of cloth in his mouth. Shivering like crazy.

"Uh... surprise..." He says slowly.

John is dead.

It took months of operating from the shadows, but Yancy had finally managed to get his hands on him and make him regret ever showing his face around his territory. Cutting the head off the snake made the others scatter into hiding... the ones he didn't have taken care of, anyway. He had to call in some favors and contingencies he wasn't proud of, but... oh fucking well.

Regardless, things wouldn't be the same. But that's the least of his worries right now.

As much as Hank and Jimmy tried to stop him from doing it, he had to see Wilford. Just to confirm with his own eyes that he was okay. He knew Wilford could have issues with his memory, and a part of him hoped that he had forgotten about him altogether.

Just gotta see him. Then... I'll leave him to his life.

He stands at the door of the bakery for a few seconds, in a dark hoodie and jeans, hands wrapped up in bandages as he reaches for the door and enters. Even the door chime makes his heart hurt.

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He shuts off the front lights and locks all the doors, triple checking just to make sure no one would be able to get in if they saw anything. It was almost ten. He'd already cleaned and put everything away. Now all he had to do was wait... If he even showed up.

He knew it was a lot to ask for. Yancy gave him everything once, but this... this was the one thing that truly felt too much to ask for. Especially after what they went through before they split. He could only hope that his, really, only hope would show.

A few minutes after that, he hears the knock in the back. A hint of relief is there as he makes his way, opening the door to let him in.

"...you showed up." He said.

John is dead.

It took months of operating from the shadows, but Yancy had finally managed to get his hands on him and make him regret ever showing his face around his territory. Cutting the head off the snake made the others scatter into hiding... the ones he didn't have taken care of, anyway. He had to call in some favors and contingencies he wasn't proud of, but... oh fucking well.

Regardless, things wouldn't be the same. But that's the least of his worries right now.

As much as Hank and Jimmy tried to stop him from doing it, he had to see Wilford. Just to confirm with his own eyes that he was okay. He knew Wilford could have issues with his memory, and a part of him hoped that he had forgotten about him altogether.

Just gotta see him. Then... I'll leave him to his life.

He stands at the door of the bakery for a few seconds, in a dark hoodie and jeans, hands wrapped up in bandages as he reaches for the door and enters. Even the door chime makes his heart hurt.

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John is dead.

It took months of operating from the shadows, but Yancy had finally managed to get his hands on him and make him regret ever showing his face around his territory. Cutting the head off the snake made the others scatter into hiding... the ones he didn't have taken care of, anyway. He had to call in some favors and contingencies he wasn't proud of, but... oh fucking well.

Regardless, things wouldn't be the same. But that's the least of his worries right now.

As much as Hank and Jimmy tried to stop him from doing it, he had to see Wilford. Just to confirm with his own eyes that he was okay. He knew Wilford could have issues with his memory, and a part of him hoped that he had forgotten about him altogether.

Just gotta see him. Then... I'll leave him to his life.

He stands at the door of the bakery for a few seconds, in a dark hoodie and jeans, hands wrapped up in bandages as he reaches for the door and enters. Even the door chime makes his heart hurt.

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Wilford ignores the question. Now wasn't the time to get into his problems. Especially not with customers around, and when other people can walk in at a moments notice. He just gives Yancy a look before going to pack his order.

He packs a random assortment of a dozen cookies. He knows he pointed at a specific kind, but he could tell that Yancy wasn't that into it either. They're arranged nearly, as he did with all of his customers sweets. However, before he seals the box with a sticker, he takes his pen and writes something on a card, and slips the note into it.

He brings the box back and rings it at the front. "I'm fine, Yancy... Nothing I haven't dealt with. That'll be 6 dollars."

John is dead.

It took months of operating from the shadows, but Yancy had finally managed to get his hands on him and make him regret ever showing his face around his territory. Cutting the head off the snake made the others scatter into hiding... the ones he didn't have taken care of, anyway. He had to call in some favors and contingencies he wasn't proud of, but... oh fucking well.

Regardless, things wouldn't be the same. But that's the least of his worries right now.

As much as Hank and Jimmy tried to stop him from doing it, he had to see Wilford. Just to confirm with his own eyes that he was okay. He knew Wilford could have issues with his memory, and a part of him hoped that he had forgotten about him altogether.

Just gotta see him. Then... I'll leave him to his life.

He stands at the door of the bakery for a few seconds, in a dark hoodie and jeans, hands wrapped up in bandages as he reaches for the door and enters. Even the door chime makes his heart hurt.

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"...I see." So, he took care of the problem, huh? If Wilford knew anything about code, that meant he more than likely killed someone. And now, allegedly, Yancy was free of whatever burden they caused him. Hm.

Wilford stares at one of the spots on his countertop, as if it's the most interesting thing in the world. "...at least you're still alive." It's not said in a happy sense, but not in a bad way either. Again, it's very... Blank.

"Can I get you something?"

John is dead.

It took months of operating from the shadows, but Yancy had finally managed to get his hands on him and make him regret ever showing his face around his territory. Cutting the head off the snake made the others scatter into hiding... the ones he didn't have taken care of, anyway. He had to call in some favors and contingencies he wasn't proud of, but... oh fucking well.

Regardless, things wouldn't be the same. But that's the least of his worries right now.

As much as Hank and Jimmy tried to stop him from doing it, he had to see Wilford. Just to confirm with his own eyes that he was okay. He knew Wilford could have issues with his memory, and a part of him hoped that he had forgotten about him altogether.

Just gotta see him. Then... I'll leave him to his life.

He stands at the door of the bakery for a few seconds, in a dark hoodie and jeans, hands wrapped up in bandages as he reaches for the door and enters. Even the door chime makes his heart hurt.

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As Yancy gets closer, Wilfords face becomes easier to see. And there are smaller, less obvious things that have changed about him. There are small scratches on his face and hands. And the white of his black eye is slightly red.

"'M fine... What you you doing here?" He questions in a whisper. The last thing he wants to do is cause a scene in front of his customers. Customers that were because of Yancy and his help... Stop. That wasn't important right now. The point was that he didn't want to freak out right here right now.

John is dead.

It took months of operating from the shadows, but Yancy had finally managed to get his hands on him and make him regret ever showing his face around his territory. Cutting the head off the snake made the others scatter into hiding... the ones he didn't have taken care of, anyway. He had to call in some favors and contingencies he wasn't proud of, but... oh fucking well.

Regardless, things wouldn't be the same. But that's the least of his worries right now.

As much as Hank and Jimmy tried to stop him from doing it, he had to see Wilford. Just to confirm with his own eyes that he was okay. He knew Wilford could have issues with his memory, and a part of him hoped that he had forgotten about him altogether.

Just gotta see him. Then... I'll leave him to his life.

He stands at the door of the bakery for a few seconds, in a dark hoodie and jeans, hands wrapped up in bandages as he reaches for the door and enters. Even the door chime makes his heart hurt.

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