What if Wilford hires Erik to be the announcer guy for his TalkShow.
Erik keeps flubbing up the introductions and Wilford is trying to keep his cool cuz he knows Eric is doing his best.
Then Wilford, being Wilford, accidentally murders his guest for the day. Wilford hands his bloodied knife over to Erik who is just staring at Wil with shock.
But then… Erik just shrugs it off and wipes it clean, handing it back, asking Mr. Warfstache what he can do to help with the body.
Now it’s Wilfords turn to be shocked.
He wasn’t expecting Erik to take such a gruesome sight in stride, much less get an offer to help clean up.
But Erik, after all, has been thru the tragedy of his mother, his brothers, and animals with firecrackers. Accidental murder is just the way of life right?
And Wilford, even in his worse day, has been 1000x more supportive with Erik than Derek ever was.
This would be the beginning of a beautiful friendship 💕
The appearance of new Egos was always exciting. Being one of the oldest, the King of the Squirrels always made sure to meet them and try to be friends with them.
Derrick Derrickson was not going to be one of his friends. He was an unequivocal dick who was very mean to his son, Erik Derrickson. Some of his subjects decided to eat Derrick’s underwear as revenge for Erik. The King strongly advised against that, but they were probably going to ignore him. Meanwhile, he went to visit Erik.
Erik had been practically glued to Dr. Iplier’s side for ages, but today, he was just sitting outside in the forest, under a tree. The King approached him, purposefully making noise so he wouldn’t startle the boy.
“H-hello? Who’s there?”
“Hey, hey, I’m a friend.” He stepped in front of Erik a small distance away. “I’m the King of the Squirrels. You’re Erik, right?”
“Y-yeah.”
“I just wanted to say hi. We don’t get new Egos often, and my subjects already seem to like you, so I am looking forward to getting to know you better.”
“Your subjects? The squirrels, right?”
“Yes. Do you want to meet one?”
“I…usually whenever I’m around animals they always die for some reason…I don’t want that to happen to your subjects.”
“Alright. I won’t force you.” The King sat down next to Erik.
“I do like animals though…they like me more than most people.”
“Dr. Iplier likes you.”
“I know. He tells me all the time.” Erik smiled. “He’s nice.”
“Yeah.”
Neither of them said anything for a moment. The forest was quiet.
“Do you live out here? With the squirrels?” Erik asked.
“Yes. I have my own nest in one of the biggest trees out here. That way, if something happens during the night, I can be there faster.”
“Is it nice?”
“Yeah. It’s easier to see the stars out here.”
“What do you do when its cold? And stormy?”
“There’s an old cabin out here with a fireplace. If it’s really bad, I have a room in the offices we can hide out in.”
“Does that happen a lot around here?”
“No, thankfully.”
“Ok. That’s good. I don’t like storms that much. They’re too loud.”
“Yeah. I know. They always scare the kits out of their nests.”
“Kits?”
“Baby squirrels.”
“Oh…oh no!”
“They’re smart though, they know where to hide so they don’t get hurt. They’re fine, I promise.”
A squirrel hopped down from a tree and chittered something in the King’s ear.
“What? Is something happening?” Erik
“Dr. Iplier’s in the woods. He seems to be looking for you.”
“Oh! I should get back, I didn’t tell him I left.”
Just then, Dr. Iplier walked over from the woods, a squirrel on his shoulder. The squirrel hopped away as he walked over to Erik. “What’cha doing out here kid?”
“I-It got a l-little overwhelming inside and I w-wanted to get away from it…”
“Well, that’s alright! If you need to get out, you’re always allowed to do that.”
“R-Really?”
“Yeah. The King will watch over you, so you don’t need to worry about anything.”
Erik looked at the King, and the King nodded. “Even if I’m not there, the squirrels are everywhere. You’ll always be safe.”
“Th-thank you!” Erik ran over and wrapped Dr. Iplier in a hug. The King smiled. Erik looked so happy.
Then, Erik wrapped the King in a hug. He squeaked, not expecting it.
“Thanks for being nice to me.” Then he left, walking with Dr. Iplier, talking about something that they both seemed excited about.
I wrote this and made myself cry. I told you guys I can’t do angst. Please enjoy and cry with me :’)
Warnings: brief mention of alcohol use, but it isn’t part of the story. Also contains description of a meltdown
Taglist: @go-just-me-fan ; @sambloom ; let me know if you want added, I’ll probably write a part two (this needs fluff. Like right away)
“M..Mom?” His voice was quiet, too quiet for a seven year-old. He
knit his hands together in restless, wringing motions – one over the other over
the other over the other.
Small child full of Bees 
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