Ch. 11 The show

                                    

                                          

(Y/N) POV 
                          
I wake up at the sound of a rooster calling.  I hear Wilford inhale deeply as he wakes up. 
                          
"Hmmm, good morning, m'lady" he says in a sleepy voice, making me chuckle. "Goodmorning" I reply sweetly. 
                          
He kisses my shoulder as we still lay in the same spooning position. I feel his soft fingertips slide up and down my arm.
                          
I turn around, now facing him. His muscular arms are still around me as I look into his beautiful, loving brown eyes, with somewhere, far away a small amount of pretty pink. 
                          
I think about my little plan again, "so Wilford,"  I start as I stroke his arm muscles. "Hm?" He asks as if saying 'yes?' 
                          
I smile as sweet as I can, "can you tell me now why your circus is gone?" I ask as sweet as possible. 
                          
Wilford smiles and pulls me closer to him, laying my head against his chest. I feel him stroking my hair. I'm assuming he is thinking about telling me yes or no.
                          
After a few minutes of silence, he finally answers, "I had the best circus in the world. I had the most success. I was the most successful of them all" he explains.  
                          
I wait patiently for an answer, "mmhm" I reply, signaling that I'm listening. "I had everything. But my success made me blind for dangers, making me unable to see them" he says. 'Duh' I think. 
                          
Wilford gulps, "I had all the money in the world, I cared for the animals as best as I could. I had a bond with every one of them" he explains. "I knew every one of the people that worked at my legendary circus" he tells me. 
                          
"But then what?" I ask softly. Wilford gets out of bed and walks to the desk where the prizes are. I sit up in my bed, looking at his pink boxers for a few seconds. 
                          
He pulls open a drawer and grabs something out of it. It looks like a stack of different sizes of paper. 
                          
Wilford sits down next to me again, laying the newspaper articles on his lap. He hands me some of the articles; 
                          
Warfstache suspected of child molesting!! 
Children have been missing for the last few weeks. People have seen the owner of Warfstache Wonderland, that goes by the name of Wilford Warfstache, walking around with children. Warfstache has sworn he isn't a father in one of our previous interviews, so who are those children!? We have asked Warfstache, but he decided not to answer any of our quiestions. 

                          
Warfstache spent thousands of dollars on heroin
People have found W. Warfstache buying almost uncountable amounts of heroin. "I do whatever, whenever I want" are the words of Warfstache before he walks in his circus with his bags full of drugs.  
                          
Warfstache Wonderland's success disappears
It has been a long time, but the circus doesn't sell anymore. The animals are being brought to other zoos or circuses. Warfstache has made it official, "I hereby declare Warfstache Wonderland , closed, forever" 
                          
 Warfstache buys heroin of his last circus money
No one has bought the circus, since people think it's haunted and bad spirits wonder around.  Police have been looking around and they found Warfstache in his pink tent, with a big stack of heroin. 
                          
Tears start to form in my eyes, "Jesus you must've had a hard time" I mumble. 
                          
Wilford sighs, "well, it was my own fault, really." He explains. "If you could rewind time, would you do it differently?" I ask softly.