On Tumblr I asked what my followers would like to see me write. One person (an anonymous) asked to see a Warfstache and Reader fic that would have something to do with Cyndago's The Ned Affair. They wanted a fic like this in particular because apparently there's barely any Warfstache fanfics.

I will admit Warfstache was one of the more challenging characters I've had to write, but I hope I did the pink mustachioed man some justice. Enjoy. :)

It had been a day after the rooftop shootout and Officer Ned was still rattled from the experience. While it pleased him that Warfstache was deceased, his mind shook madly from accidentally murdering a baby. The man had never committed murder, but always drew his gun to defend himself. He had ran into one or two occasions where he thought he had to put the weapon to use, but thankfully, those situations were relieved of any gunfire.

The gun from the rooftop showdown had been confiscated. It was unlike any other gun the officer had seen before. It was a miniature gold pistol that gleamed with sophistication and Wilfred Warfstache's fingerprints. But among those murderer's prints were the officer's as well. They would find that out soon enough and time slowly killed him as he tried to think of an explanation. He could easily say that he was in a struggle with Warfstache and shot the baby by accident. Or it was Warfstache who did it and he tried to get the gun away from him and it was too late. Or something, anything, just to clear his name and conscious.

Officer Lee's funeral was planned for tomorrow. His body rested in the town's morgue and a fatal wound sealed his fate. Lee's family and wife were told of the tragic incident and how bravely he died in battle while fighting off a homicidal madman. Ned couldn't remember the last time he had seen a woman, presumably Lee's wife, cry so loud and long. The image was seared into his mind of a gorgeous woman doubling over and nearly falling in the threshold of their home, sobbing horribly. Thankfully, Lee had no sons or daughters because that would have added to the heartbreak.

His boss had asked him if he wanted some time off and without thinking, Ned said no. Justice never slept and neither did he. Righteousness coursed through his veins as though he were Captain America. Yet he would allow justice to sleep in his bones on his easy days and off days, when no crime littered the streets with its dark mannerisms. Though now that he recalled the offer, he wished he would have said yes. The culmination of his accidental murder, Lee's wife, and his best friend's demise was wrecking him body and soul and for once, Fazzbear's pizza held no cure. He wasn't sure how much longer he could endure this brewing storm within his skull, but he had to be strong and continue with his routine. Wake up, get a coffee and doughnut from the bakery on 11th street, go to work, go home, eat a late dinner, watch tv and down a few Yuenglings before turning in. Repeat the process until he died or was fired. That seemed simple, right?

"Officer Ned, can I see you in my office?"

Here was the boom; they probably found the fingerprints by now and the head honcho wanted to see him. Ned would lose his job, his mind, and probably find himself in an endless, drunken stupor. He had no wife to snap him to or no kids to bring him joy. It was just him in an apartment in the suburbs of town, away from all the hustle and bustle. It did him well to be away from all that traffic and tension, but at the same time its floors creaked with loneliness. He would have to look for work elsewhere, probably as a security for the stores or a club bouncer, anything that would accept his qualifications and overlook his murder.

"We have a new recruit today. We need you to train them on the methods of the force. You know what to do. Is that clear?"

Relief washed over Officer Ned as he did his best not to collapse into the chair to his left. A new recruit training, thank God. This would definitely help him take his mind off his internal struggle. This person wouldn't be the new Lee. Lee would always be his right hand man until he died and he refused to believe otherwise. It was always good though to have a new face in the building and on the streets.

Yet he wondered how long it would take for them to see the fingerprints and if it would be better just to admit it before the discovery. From there his boss could proceed to do one of the following things: cover the whole situation up or discharge Ned from the service. Either way, he would have to do something to -

"NED!"

"Sir yes sir!"

"Weren't you paying attention? I was saying this new recruit is straight from the Police Academy and was one of the highest candidates."

From the corner of his eye, Officer Ned noticed you sitting in the chair to your right. Looking at you from behind his aviator shades, he tried to focus on you and no one else. Not Lee, not the baby, not Warfstache, nothing. You were as calm and cool as a lake in the summer time and carried yourself with a lion's pride that could not be diminished by a mere insult. You were a soldier in the war for justice and your eyes swirled with determination to do your job efficiently and professionally, no matter what the cost.

"Welcome aboard, Officer. Should you have any questions feel free to ask your trainer. He's a very reliable officer, one of the best on our force as a matter of fact. Is that clear?"

Nodding, the boss sent you on both your way. Ned led you out of the officer as you tried to figure out why his fingers fumbled and his lower lip was chewed up, as though he never stopped biting it. Through his glasses, his eyes darted left to right as though hiding a powerful secret. Perhaps he was nervous, but why you didn't understand. Sighing to yourself, you wanted the training to be done so you could properly begin your job. While the training was a part of your first paycheck, you still wanted to cut through the tutorial. After what seemed like minutes of silence, you cleared your throat with impatience and curiosity.

His eyes sharply looked at you and you met them with confusion in yours. What was wrong with this man or what he was thinking you did not know and you did not want to know. Everyone had their histories, but not everyone had to share them; it was never a requirement. You knew you would never share yours other than the fact that you busted your butt through the Police Academy, working your way to the top of the rank, and knowing that you would be immediately considered (if not hired on the dot) for a job with the police force. That was all anyone needed to know and that was how it was going to be.

"So you wanna be a cop," he spoke, seriousness trying to weave its way into shaky tones.

"Yeah. Why I'm here," you retorted, your voice piercing him and slicing through his demeanor. It seemed to startle him, but he brushed it off quite easily, like shaking off a cold slap of wind in the winter.

"You take no shit. That's good. Let's begin."

Driving around the city seemed to calm his nerves, but every time he happened to view a particular building near the airport, Ned grew anxious once more. It was strange, as though that peculiar place had a hold on him. For why, you didn't understand. It was just a building. Maybe the sound of airplanes taking off or brick buildings or buildings falling down scared him. The logic didn't add up, but it managed to slip away in between learning the area, shortcuts, how to combat enemies, and how to deal with opponents without using excessive force. It was everything you had learned in the academy, but you knew it would be required to learn the ways of these particular cops. Every police force was different in every town you would ever go to. Those were the words of your academy instructor and you would never forget them.

By the time you had finished your training, it was late in the day. The sunset cast long shadows from the alleys and shrunk buildings against the crimson sky. A little sliver of the shimmering orb sat on the horizon, watching the world rise over it. It wouldn't be long until night took hold of the world and held it hostage for a while. As you started your drive back to the police office, you noticed Ned growing hesitant and being more cautious. Perhaps he did not want to return back to the station so soon, again you didn't comprehend why. Or maybe it was because you happened to be near that particular building again. Maybe he had a panic attack there or someone died there or something ungodly terrible happened there. You couldn't read his mind, but concern immediately washed over you for your trainer.

"Officer," you spoke with a calm tone.

"You've been nervous all day. If it's about screwing this up, please, don't worry about it."

His demeanor didn't seem to change as you watched him. Roughly stopping at the light, you remembered how tea would calm your nerves after a long day of work at the academy. Maybe it would help him in this situation as you continued with your reassuring tones.

"Listen, there's a tea café down the place. Want to go? It'll help calm you down."

"Y-yeah. That sounds like a good idea."

Ned wasn't one for tea. Tea was for Brits and tea parties were for girls. If he had to choose between drinking a liquefied month old moldy doughnut and tea, he would go for the first option. Though if it would help him relax and calm his nerves, maybe just once, and only once would he take up the offer of tea. Grumbling to himself, he slowly rolled up to the tea café and focused only on the dainty cursive that clung to the store front. In that delicate font he found the shop name, 'Tea for Me'. It was quirky and cute, and the complete opposite of him.

Stopping the car and stepping out with you, his heart stopped at the sight from the corner of his eyes. There was that ominous building again. A menacing reminder as to what had happened only hours ago as his breath caught in his throat. Staring at the obelisk it flooded his mind with memories of Lee's fallen body and the baby's blood splattering all over the roof top. It shook him to the car and caused him to fall into the side of his car, forgetting how to control everything. Gripping the car for support, his body seemed lifeless, but something in his mind was shaking and rattling as though something was trying to escape.

"Ned?"

Your voice broke him from the paralysis of the mind. Standing at the door, you hadn't notice what he was quietly enduring as he slammed the roof of his car in frustration.

"You k?"

"Y-yeah."

Storming past you, he entered the tea café and was greeted with a soft 'hello' that you didn't manage to hear. Glaring at the building, it seemed completely harmless and yet, you did not know Ned's history with it. Asking him would probably stir up more pain than he had endured and you did not want that. Shrugging it off, you believed it would be best to keep an eye on Ned. Entering the shop behind him, Ned was observing the surroundings as though he had stepped into a different dimension of doilies and lace.

The tea shop was as fragile as a piece of glass as ivory cabinets held all sorts of tea. At the register stood a plump woman in her fifties who smiled like the crescent moon, all knowing and kind. She watched you both through her drooping eyes and allowed you to explore her humble shop. It wasn't much, but she seemed to be prideful of the establishment. Quaint tables were dolled up with pastel table cloths and little porcelain vases with fake hydrangeas. Soft lamp light cascaded down on the wooden area as Ned took the farthest seat from the window, grumbling still in frustration.

"Can we get some tea please? Chamomile preferably and a few jelly doughnuts." You knew jelly doughnuts would do something for the man. Doughnuts were a cop's weakness and even you had a thing for the oogy gooey sweetness of a jam filled pastry.

The elderly woman nodded and placed a silver tray on the counter as you sat across from Ned. He had his hair bowed as his fingers ran through his hair as though trying to shake something from his skull. That building still resonated within his head and he knew that it would never leave. It was always on his route too, he would have to ask his boss for a change of route. It would become too traumatizing after a while, more than what it was already. Ned bit his lower lip, his fingers trembling, and you knew you had to do something. The tea would take a few moments and it was best not to rush tea, lest the result would be poor tasting.

"So how long have you been on the force?" You dared not ask him about the thoughts in his head, not wanting to worsen anything. You figured that it would be best to take his mind off whatever he was thinking. Looking at you as though you asked an impossible question, he re-registered the words once more.

"Oh….for a while now."

You prodded him with questions about his career and life outside the force, which blossomed into a conversation. Sentence by sentence, the thoughts seemed to effect less and less of him. His hand stopped shaking terribly and he even managed to keep eye contact with you. Smiling, you were making headway at last and for once he didn't seem to be possessed by some anxiety demon. When the tea arrived, you didn't miss a word with him as you took your tea and mixed it to how you liked. Even Ned asked you how to properly prepare this 'shit' as he called it while immediately reaching for the doughnuts. You showed him instantly and once more, he picked up on his conversation.

"So then I said, listen motherfucker, I'm gonna –"

He was cut off by something in the distance. Something unnerving and for a moment it shook him up. You couldn't see the reflection of whatever it was in his glasses as you peered into the mirror behind him. From what you could tell, there was a shadowy figure leaving the building. At first, you assumed it was just a tenant, but then why would Ned be acting like this again? The person then stopped at the threshold and seemed to be staring at the police car. Their eyes tore through you and directed their sole attention to the man across from you who returned the stranger's gaze. Your heart caught in your throat as you were uncertain of what to do other than watch the passerby. It was too far to make out any details on him as the building's shadow took him under its wing and camouflaged him into the oncoming darkness. Within a moment, the darkness swallowed him as he vanished from your vision and, in a way, calmed Ned.

"Gonna take your ass downtown to the home of justice!"

His voice shook with a culmination of anxiety and excitement, but you laughed regardless. You were going to ask about the stranger, but you didn't want to bring up any more anxiety for Ned. Brushing it off, you sipped your tea as your conversation rejuvenated itself.

The shopkeeper once more bid a soft welcome, but you both figured it was just another customer and continued your conversations. It wasn't until the click of a gun's safety trigger made tension echo in the room and stiffen your spines with awareness. Before you could look over, your eyes were met with a man in a crimson and ivory blazer and a distinct, pink mustache. A barrel was pressed deeply into Ned's temple as the owner of the weapon smirked.

"Hello again."