"Eret?"
Y/n tapped on the door with one hand, their voice lowered. Eret's new room was at the end of the hall, lined with a few doors on each side. A few moments of silence until the taller figure opened the door.
"Hm?" Eret wouldn't make eye contact, only wandering from Y/n's worn shoes to the doorway where the carpet met smooth wood tile.
Y/n gestured to their hand, holding a plate with a simple-looking sandwich. "I brought you food."
"Oh, um..." he paused for a moment, rubbing the back of their neck. "I'm not hungry, but thanks."
Y/n sighed, raising an eyebrow. They were thoroughly unconvinced. "Let me guess, you're just feeling sorry for yourself?" Eret chuckled dryly. "Something like that, I guess.
The shorter person simply handed the plate to Eret. "Look, take from my experience, you've got bigger shit to deal about. I'm not exactly the best at encouragement, but you're gonna be fine."
And with that, Y/n walked back down the hall and entered their room. Eret heard the click of a door locking, signaling they were most likely turning in for the night. He sighed, closing his door as well.
Putting the plate on a desk, they walked over to the other side of the room, where a bed was. He didn't feel hungry, the only feeling being a pit in his stomach. Sitting down on the bed, he rubbed his eyes.
"Fuck," She mumbled. Their brows furrowed in frustration, dull nails scraping against their face as their hands tensed. "Fuck, fuck, fuck..."
[Hey, Blue here! Sorry this chapter is late, as well as short, I'll try to do better in the future <3 I've been imagining about future plot points, but this story is nowhere close to that at the moment]

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Traitor [DreamSMP x Reader]
Fanfiction' He had a saying, Phil... ' ' It was never meant to be... ' --+-- So yeah, a DreamSMP x reader Apologies if updates are sparse, my brain hates me :) [Warnings] Blood Gore Violence Manipulation War Emotional distress Death And one more thing, Y/n is...