Traitor [DreamSMP x Reader]

[3]

"What are you doing here?" Eret hissed, entering Y/n's ongoing house. They turned around, a grin forming as they saw Eret. "Helping,"

"If you hurt them," Eret began in a low tone, wrapping his hand around the hilt of his sword. "I will kill you with my own hands."

"Sure you will," Y/n hummed. They turned back around and continued working on their house. The man grit his teeth. Why did he agree? To save his own life? Selfish.

His thoughts were cut off by Y/n speaking again, abruptly standing to hang a tapestry on the wall.

"We have a meeting with Dream tomorrow night, midnight. Meet me by the south wall," They murmured.

With a sigh, Eret turned and left, shutting the door quietly behind him.

When he made it to a secluded part of the land, only a few trees and the occasional stray flower blowing idly in the breeze, he sighed, cursing himself.

Sinking into a sitting position, Eret rubbed his face with a hand, taking off his sunglasses with the other. He could feel that what he agreed to had not quite sunk in yet, the weight of his actions.

What would the SMP do if I help L'Manburg? They're probably watching from the treeline right now...

Eret glanced over the walls, the tops of the trees beyond peeking over the edge. An unsettling shiver went down Eret's back, but he shook his head as if to clear his mind of the thought.

"Eret?"

Eret spun around, reaching for his sunglasses when he heard the voice. He only opened his eyes when he was sure the sunglasses were positioned correctly on the bridge of his nose, being met with none other than Wilbur.

"You seem... off, lately," Wilbur muttered, walking over to sit beside the man. Eret shrugged as a reply. "Just stressed, I guess..."

"Well, you can talk to me if you want to," Wilbur smiled warmly. "But I won't try and make you talk about it if you don't want to."

The two jumped as the sound of the dinner bell rang through the air. Eret immediately knew it was Tommy ringing it, seeming the bell sounded as if it was hit much louder than required.

"Well, let's be off, then!" Wilbur stood, brushing stray blades of grass from his clothes. Eret followed suit silently, and as Wilbur was about to reach the path, he stopped to wait for Eret.

When the man caught up, they walked side by side as equals. A president and a citizen talking and walking together as if they were both common folk.

Eret never understood why.