Pandemonium | Dream SMP

12. Hello?

I hold the white shirt up to my chin, eyeing my reflection in the floor-length mirror before frowning and throwing the garment aside. It's the early hours of the morning, and I'm searching for a new shirt to wear. Not my usual morning routine, but after my fight with Dream yesterday, I'm not left with much of a choice. His axe practically ripped the sleeve from my only top.

Not that I'm complaining.

I could have very well lost more than just a sleeve yesterday.

Picking up the next item of clothing, I repeat the action of holding it to my torso, and determine whether it will suit me or not. During my brief exploration of the house yesterday I'd stumbled across a closet filled with trunks of old clothes. And since this is technically a community house, I'm naturally going to assume that everything in it is to be shared with the community. Old clothes included.

But I'm having trouble finding something to wear. Almost all the shirts I've found are in men's sizes, and are either too big or too tattered to wear. One shirt had a mysterious red stain that I am not about to inspect. Although it would have matched well with the bloody bandana tied to my wrist. Which reminds me, I should wash it before returning it back to Sapnap.

Something green catches my eye towards the bottom of the trunk I'm sifting through, and I curiously dig it out.

A green hoodie slides into view, its fabric thick and fraying. Like most of the items here it looks well worn. I imagine it must have been quite soft at one point.

Unfortunately, it's a little on the large side, its sleeves almost double the length of my arms. It's a shame, this is one of the nicest things I've found since starting my search. It smells kinda nice, too. Like pine trees.

Curious, I pull the hoodie over my head anyway. It fits easily over my body, and after rolling the sleeves up to my elbows, find it to be quite comfortable. If I wear this with a piece of chain mail, then it could become comfy and practical.

The sound of a door opening and closing has me freeze, my ears perking.

Schlatt is the only other person occupying this house, and I know for a fact he's still wheezing away in bed, fast asleep.

Which means someone else has just entered the premises.

My first thoughts turn to Dream and Sapnap. But then I remember that there's no way they could have found our location out so quickly. And besides, Sapnap is in no condition to fight, and Dream has a broken nose to nurse.

Whoever this is probably has no idea we're even here. I should be cautious, regardless.

Creeping onto the landing, I cross to my room and retrieve my trident, then move to the stairs.

I can hear our mystery guest shuffling about, presumably rummaging through chests. They must have come here in search of something specific.

Gliding soundlessly down the wooden steps, I follow the noises and peer into one of the many storage rooms that dot the ground floor.

I find a brunette boy knelt in front of a chest, its lid propped open as he extends both arms into its depths. He's of a slender build, and wears plain, blue clothes. A scabbard hangs from his hip, and I assume it to hold a sword.

I don't know who I was expecting to find down here, but it definitely wasn't this.

Since he doesn't look like much of a threat, I loosen the grip on my trident and step fully into the door frame, "Hello?"

The boy jumps, his arms flying from the chest and to his sheathed sword. He stands and turns, but falters when he sees my appearance. His eyes flick between my trident and my face before settling on the green hoodie I wear.