#i made myself cry
((Set in my PastelPunksAU [retroactively named lmao] aka the Pretty in Pastel Punk Pink AU; because while the Septics got to kin with pastelpunk!Anti, the Ipliers didn’t really which is wrong as Wilford is 100% also a rose punk like Anti ended up being and as @ashiiplier helped me see: I REALLY need more Anti+Ipliers Found Family in my life so I’m gonna bloody MAKE it >=3))
Pink is Wilford’s color.
It’s his jam. His bread and butter.
But, he soon comes to learn that it’s Anti’s, also.
He has a friend, it seems, in his pretty little spectrum; and he plans to enjoy it~
~
It began with Its chromatic aberration: lime green and hot pink.
Wilford hadn’t paid much attention to the latter, at first, and saw the former more because Anti constantly and consistently drew more attention to it when It could (Later, Wilford will know that this was due to Its desperation to be included—SEEN—as a Septic BY the Septics instead of some ill-fitting/unwanted outcast.); to the point that It actually IDENTIFIED as a literal LIME, once, to Dark.
The stoic daemon had made a joke about this in passing; but Wilford…
He was intrigued.
~
So, he did the only logical thing that he could think of.
He approached the Honorary Iplier with a basket. Of fruits.
Anti had looked at him oddly, clearly perturbed and questioning Wilford’s sanity (HA! Jokes on It, though! Wilford never had any to begin with! That’s William.), but, surprisingly, waited patiently for the gunman’s explanation.
And, boy, did he have one…
~
“Sooo, this is you~”
Wilford set the lime on the bit of roof between them, balancing it like themselves with his loose jaw cocked to one side. Anti watches him in mild concern but mostly curiosity; especially as he picks up a plum, next.
“This is Darki~” he squishes the lime and plum together.
(Are they meant to be cuddling because Dark doesn—)
He then adds a dragon fruit, “An’ this is me~!”
~
He’d proceeded to try and pair up each Iplier with a fruit on hand.
Anti had tried to help him by glitching in fruits that Wilford didn’t have with him but would fit the Iplier in question; it was difficult for It, however, and It struggled a lot because the apple meant for Dr. Iplier only made It think of Jackieboy-Man, the Septic Hero that hates him but no one else, and Henrik, the Septic’s doctor, whom would risk his life to save any Septic but Anti (understandable but still).
It was around the time they realized Anti’s was the only green that it happened.
“… Ah don’ fit in anyhwere…”
~
Wilford had looked at It for the first time.
Really TRULY looked at It: at IT; not the lime green rings around Its orange irises or the forest green sclera and hair around that or even the mint green of Its skin, but at IT and Its breaking/bleeding/breathing body that glitches HOT PINK.
And he smiled, eyes soft and SANE and sweet.
“You fit in here, my friend; always.”
