Traitor [DreamSMP x Reader]

[12]

It had started drizzling as Y/n neared L'Manberg. The smell of petrichor was pacifying, almost making up for their shoes getting soaked by walking through the grass.

It wasn't much longer until they were at the country's border, catching the attention of a figure patrolling the treeline. Y/n saw the familiar blue of the L'Manberg uniform run at them.

The shorter figure drew his sword. Y/n recognized him by his wavy brown hair. Tubbo.

"Why are you here?" Tubbo's voice was low, and the sentence seemed like more of a statement than a question. I kept a concentrated face, showing no emotion.

"I have a message for your president." I took the somewhat yellowed envelope from my bag and held it up between two fingers. After a few moments of Tubbo glaring at me with suspicious eyes, I tilted my head slightly. "Well? It wouldn't be very good for your cause to reject a message from the Smp."

"...Fine," Tubbo grunted hesitantly, sheathing his sword. "Follow me, but don't get any ideas."

"Yeah, yeah..." Y/n shrugged off the threat as the two started walking towards the capitol. Paths were beaten down in the grass by previous travels that winded through the small country like a spiderweb, some more utilized than others.

The flickering of man-made light and the echoing sound of the meal bell declared themselves as the two stepped into the clearing. The last person had just walked into the building that served as the dining building and meeting room.

Great. I'm gonna have to see all of them.

Walking into the structure behind Tubbo, Y/n was thankful there was finally a roof over their head to shield them from the light, yet annoying drizzle. All heads turned to the new arrivals, and murmurs quickly drowned out any other sound.

"What are they doing here?"

"Did Tubbo join the Smp as well?"

"Did he take them ransom for the war?"

"Tubbo, what is the meaning of their attendance?" Wilbur stepped forward, his aura seeming distrustful and defensive. Y/n, being only slightly shorter than the man, gazed right back with a monotone expression.

"They said the Smp has a message," Tubbo reported, trying his best to look professional. Wilbur nodded, then turned back to Y/n. "Well?"

Y/n extended a hand with the letter, Wilbur taking it and tearing off the green wax seal. As he read the neatly folded letter, his expression dimmed with every line. When he concluded, he silently folded the letter once more and put it in his satchel.

"Very well. If you want war, a war you will endure." Wilbur's expression was grim. "We may have lost before, but at least we fight with dignity and not with sly tactics and manipulation."

Tommy let out an encouraging yell, starting a few moments of the L'Manberg men shouting their agreements. Fundy's voice rang out above the others. "They took lives from us, why don't we take a life from them?"

Y/n's eyes snapped to the fox. His eyes were dark and hateful. A noticeable feature that was still visible despite the collar of the uniform was a deep, horizontal scar across his neck. Y/n internally recoiled at the sight.

The other L'Manberg men shouted their agreements to that statement as well, but Wilbur raised an arm to silence them. "We will not stoop to their level, men."

"However, Y/n," Wilbur murmured, his words dripping with malice. "If I find you on this country's land again, I will kill you myself."