psychoticanti:

Wilford: I need you to promise that you’ll hold my hand whenever I’m scared.

Dark: Yeah okay.

Wilford: *holds Dark’s hand*

Dark: What are you scared of?

Wilford: I’m scared that if I let your hand go, you’ll disappear.

Dark: … *forgets how to breathe*

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