“It’s time to go.”
((So yesterday me and @lookingmarvellous were chatting, and I think I might’ve come up with how exactly Warfstache and Darkiplier ended up in this universe at all, if they didn’t start here. And this post from @apocalyptotyler gave me another idea I could work into it! Therefore, instead of making a basic theory post, I figured I’d make it a headcanon, because why not? Enjoy!))
“… Celine?” Dark heard the Colonel call one more time from around the corner of the hallway. At the sound of her name, Celine’s arcane power began to stir in his fingertips. He opened and closed his free hand, the other still occupied by Damien’s cane. With both halves of himself fully present, he knew what it was he must do.
“Colonel,” he said, softly, still learning how to use his voice again. “Colonel.”
The hysterical man stumbled back his way, giggling and wiping his eyes beneat his eccentric glasses.
“Th-this… it has to be!” he stammered once more, through deep belly laughs that were almost more like sobs. “Damien! Celine! Where the hell are you hiding, Damien and Celine! It’s not funny anymore!”
Blinking, Dark spoke once more.
William trembled, mortified, as he looked on Dark again.
“Wh-who are you?” he asked him quietly, then ramping up his volume in violent fear. “Who are you!? What have you done to them– where are they!?”
Dark cracked his neck again, still getting used to the body that was not his own.
“They're…” he began, pausing to rub his neck as he cleared his throat. “Here.”
“Here? Where the hell is here– who even are you!?” the Colonel continued to panic.
He then noticed Dark was holding a very familiar cane…
“Let go of that! That doesn’t belong to you!” he shouted, louder than anything, and he lunged to take it from Dark when–
A blast of radiant color came from Damien’s token, fizzling hues of scarlet red and cerulean blue that followed the outlines of everything near the two of them.
The Colonel stopped, mortified, even after the effects of Celine’s power faded away.
He began to stammer.
“D-D-Damien… C-Celine…? N-n-no, no, I… I- I didn't…”
“Yes, Colonel,” Dark cut him off, the words breaking whatever heart he had left. “You… did.”
“I… I did?”
The sound of grainy coughing sputtering from the radio interrupted the conversation and got both men’s attention.
“Colonel… if you can hear this, you better run.”
The Colonel, frightened, looked back at Dark for one more second, and then took off doing just that, running right out the door.
“You stay away from me!” he shouted as he made good distance.
Dark gave chase, finding that he was caught up to the Colonel within mere seconds.
William turned furiously on him.
“Only my friends get to call me by that name!” he yelled to Dark’s face, his fingers fumbling for his holster to pull out his gun again, but finding it wasn’t there.
Dark had it and was holding it just out of his reach.
“William…” the shadowy, shattered man said, the use of his voice still returning to him. “We are your friends.”
“We? We? What in the blazes do you mean by we? You’re just one…”
There was a pause as William came to realize who exactly this figure following him was.
William’s hysteria melted into horror, and he fell backward onto the grass as his legs went weak once more.
His words came through the shallow breaths catching in his lungs.
“Y-you’re dead! I– I thought it was just a j-joke! H-how…”
The Colonel turned over onto his front side, his fingers pressing his temples as his body began to curl up in fear.
“You're– you’re dead! B-but–”
The Colonel looked up to see the dark man standing before him, looking at him with a knowing, pained expression in his gaze.
Dark fell onto one knee before him, holding out Damien’s cane toward William in one hand.
“It doesn’t have to be this way.”
The Colonel crawled backward slightly on all fours.
“Wha… what do you mean?”
“You don’t have to run, Colonel. I can take us both to a new place, somewhere far, far away from here.”
Dark nodded a little towards William, assuring him it was all right to come close.
The Colonel slowly reached a tentative hand for the cane as Dark continued.
“It’ll be somewhere so far that no one from here will ever find us, and no one there will ever have to know about this.”
“B-but… but how?”
“Celine can take us, William.”
“And– and Damien?”
“He’ll be with you, too, because I won’t leave your side.”
The Colonel still hesitated to hold the cane Dark was offering to him. Without anything being said, Dark knew exactly why.
“And I can change this awful memory, Colonel. I’ll make it so you won’t have to live in fear anymore. And once we get there, this awful nightmare will only seem like exactly that; just a fading nightmare.”
“I… I won’t remember Damien and Celine anymore?”
“No, but… they’ll remember you, Colonel. And all of us will make sure that nothing like this ever happens again.”
Shakily, William’s fearful fingers finally grasped around Damien’s cold cane, and he could feel Celine’s power stirring inside of it.
Dark nodded again.
“Close your eyes, Colonel,” he finished calmly, and William’s eyelids were already feeling heavy as Celine’s power came into him. “When you wake up, everything will be just fine.”
Just before the sleep took hold of William and the mirage of cyan and crimson began to dance, he murmured one more thing.
“Shh,” the two of them whispered to him as the colors whisked them away. “It’s time to go.”