Actually... yeah what happened to Yandere after he burned down the building?
Yandere watches the door of the new and improved Ego Inc., waiting for Wilford to come out and head to the pastry store down the street in search of his favorite strawberry cake like he does every Tuesday as a reward for not shooting anything vital. And right on the dot at 4:27 in the afternoon, Wilford, whistling and skipping along, heads for Charlotte’s Delicious Pastry shop.
Yandere kicks off the wall he’s been leaning against and melts into the crowd of pedestrians, head down as he follows the other figment all the way to the shop. Once inside, Wilford orders a slice of the famous twelve-layer cake and sits down at a booth by himself to eat it with a tall glass of milk. Yandere slides into the booth across from Will, with his chin still tucked into his chest.
“Excuse you,” Wilford drawls. “I don’t believe… I… Yan?”
The younger Ego looks up slowly, biting his bottom lip. “Hey, Wilford.”
Warfstache jumps up from the table and backs away slowly. “I thought you were dead. You-how did you survive the fire?”
Yandere glances around. “Can’t we talk somewhere more private, Will?”
“Fine, but I’m not taking you back to the Inc. The others won’t be happy to see you.” Wilford shakes his head. “Frankly, I’m not overjoyed about it either.”
They find a quiet part of the local park where they can “talk” and not disturb anyone. Yan ducks his head when Wilford immediately starts yelling at him. “What were you thinking setting fire to everything like that?”
“I was thinking…” Yandere shakes his head and runs his hands through his shock of red hair. “I don’t know what I was thinking! I knew you all would make it out alive… I thought that if I scared you, maybe you’d respect me a little more.”
“I almost died, Yandere! Bim could’ve died. Host still has nightmares, and the Doctor couldn’t work for weeks because of his burns.” Wilford’s hands are shaking, and he refuses to take out his gun because if he does, it won’t end well.
Yandere shakes his head. “I… Dark has done worse and you all still listen to him.” Yandere looks up at Wilford from where he sits on the park bench. “He manipulates all of you, and what have you done to him?”
Wilford shakes his head. “You’re not Dark, Yan…”
“And you’re not listening!” Yandere screams.
Warfstache takes a step back. “I thought you were my friend, but what you did to Amy and the others… I can’t touch Dark. He’s too powerful for me, and he-he hasn’t been the same for a long time now. But you-I trusted you.” Wilford shakes his head. “I never trusted Dark like I trusted you.”
“Will,” Yan starts, but Wilford cuts him off.
“I’m going home, Yandere.” He turns away from the younger figment, and goes back to Ego Inc. with his hands clenched into fists. When the others ask him what has him so wound up, Wilford doesn’t answer. He disappears into the studio, locks the door, and doesn’t come out for days. He never tells the others what happened.