Traitor [DreamSMP x Reader]

[8]

"This is when Eret pulls out a nuke," Fundy snickered as they walked over to a grassy hillside. The joke earned a few laughs among the men, while Eret and I were uncomfortably silent.

Eret stopped, everyone looking around for any cue of something. Only when Eret scooped some dirt out of the way to reveal a door handle did they see anything.

Opening the door made the thin wall of loose dirt collapse, letting us walk down the claustrophobic tunnel. After a minute of walking, we reached the room. The Final Control Room.

The men immediately noticed the chests, signs with names scrawled on each marking them. Upon opening them, Tommy spoke up.

"These chests are empty-"

Eret froze, realization of everything going on crashing into him like a sword. I glanced over to him, the taller man returning the hesitant gaze.

As I saw he was having second thoughts, I took a step forward, slamming my foot down on a button that rested in the middle of the room.

I ducked just in time, a potion of harming passing over my head and hitting Wilbur square in the back. He screamed out in agony, glass shards embedded in his back. Others cried out as well as they were pelted with the acidic potions that burned their skin.

The walls retracted and Dream ran out, along with George and Sapnap. One by one, they killed each of the men. I only stood there beside Eret, trying to hold a serious expression, while Eret's melted into pain and regret.

"Eret! Y/n-" Tubbo screamed, tears running down his scratched and bruised face. Then, he went limp, his body sinking to the ground like a ragdoll. His eyes were still partially open, but all shine had gone, dust and grime already coating the eyes lightly as it was disturbed by more struggles around Tubbo's body.

I screwed my eyes shut at the sight, turning away. I assumed Eret did the same.

Only when the last of the screaming and cries died out did I open my eyes. The once clean black walls were now splattered and coated with blood, everybody's clothing now being more maroon than their original colors. I blinked a few times, sighing and relaxing my face.

My face was expressionless, my brain running on an emotionless autopilot. You could call it a coping mechanism of sorts, blocking out all emotion.

"Let's get the bodies to the forest, then," Dream murmured, returning his sword to his sheath as if it was any other event. Sapnap, George, and I nodded, while Eret stood motionless.

I padded over to the closest body, distinct, thanks to his fire-orange hair.

His eyes were so dull, eerily devoid of shine.

I grabbed Fundy by his wrists, readying myself to throw him over my shoulder, but a faint gurgling noise stopped me.

He was still breathing. Although it was strained, and very clear he was choking on his blood, he was alive.

So, I did what I thought was best, drawing a pocket knife from my pack and slitting his throat deeply. He was dead within moments.