Phosphorescence | Eret x fem!reader [DISCONTINUED]

Uncrowned Death [13]

"Oh. Hello Y/N," Wilbur says, voice taught. "Hello. May I ask why you aren't in L'Manburg? Trespassing, are you? Do I need too call my friend George? What about Sapnap? Or Dream? How would you feel if one of them caught you?" I challenge, hand on the blade at my waist.

Wilbur's voice smoothes put into pity, "Oh dear, Y/N. I don't care if I die, I'm unafraid of it! I won't hurt you, just let me get back to my lands, like the young, obedient girl you are."

Instead of saying anything, I unsheathe my sword, whipping it to his throat. "Not scared of death, mm? Then why are your lips trembling?"

Wilbur forms his lips to create a line, hiding the tremble from me. I laugh, mocking his act. "Yesssss, very bold. And you would be afraid if I did this. GEORGE! I KNOW YOURE NEARBY COME HERE!" I look Wilbur in his fearful eyes, and I proceed to pin him to the wall, blade still at his throat.

I smile at him, and Wilbur's breathing quickens. "Please Y/N, let me go for Fundy," he pleas, and the name hits me in a place that's been unstirred for a long time. Love. I bite my inner lip, not wanting to show weakness.

"So what about Fundy? He's not a citizen here, so why should I care about him? Tell me Wilbur, what does anyone in that shithole mean to me?" I challenge, waiting for a call back from George, or him just coming here.

And if you speak of the devil, he will come. In the place there should be a door, George stands. "Y/N? What's hap- oh. That's what's happening," his voice darkens with disgust.

"Yeah. This vermin hasn't explained why he's even here! I bet he's stealing from your chests," I accuse, my full attention on George.

"I suppose, but why don't we let him speak before you slit his neck with that sword, okay Y/N?" He proposes, gaining a sigh of relief from the end of my sword.

Begrudgingly, I agree, but keep my sword to Wilbur's throat. "Well, uhm, I came here to go to the Nether, and was literally just returning when, uhm, Y/N here, ran into me," Wilbur says, eyes nervously flicking around.

"So... do I kill him George? Do they get access to the community Nether?" I ask, pressing my netherite blade against Wilbur's throat so he won't talk. "No, I think he has to because L'Manburg is too nearby." I sigh, and hesitantly release the blade.

I turn to George, my eyes roving behind him at the figure in the door. Footsteps retreat behind me, and I keep my eyes locked on the figure, it appearing to look rather... catlike.

It stands like a person, and is built like one too, but has ears and from what I see, a tail. I can't see it properly from my angle, the sun behind it. "Y/N? Hello? You in there?" George says, breaking the silence.

"Huh? Sorry I was just," I stop, unsure of what to say, glancing back at the figure.

"Just what?" George asks, turning as he follows my gaze. "Oh. Hey Ant, I think you scared Y/N, hiding in the dark like that. Why don't you come in the light?"

The 'Ant' person speaks, "Oh, sorry, I noticed her staring, I just thought she was surprised about how I'm a cat, y'know..." He has a voice slightly higher than George's, almost the same as Badboyhalo's, but slightly deeper. He steps out into the room of the house, revealing himself to be a Siamese cat with chocolate colour points.

And of course, to go with the Siamese, he had curious blue eyes. Covering a majority of his body is light netherite armour, and Ant has no sword. I assume since he's a cat, he also has pin sharp claws.

"Well, I'm Y/N, it's a pleasure to meet you," I extend my hand to him, and he takes mine in his more paw-like but more hand-like hand.

"Antfrost, Ant for short," he replies, retracting his hand after the small gesture.

(Okay uh, I can't decide if I want Ant to be just tall or his cannon height so uhm... pretend he's just like 6'7" for now and I'll say if I change it)

Antfrost's catlike lips curl slightly up in as much of a smile as his body can create, eyes reflecting it more. I smile back, but a though drifts through my mind, "Oh my goodness, I forgot! I have to get home, I'm so sorry to cut it short boys, it's nothing personal."

And with that, I began running home, cape streaming behind me, like a cat's tail when it runs. My h/l hair copies the actions of my cape, somewhat catching the wind, and I feel the cool air on my neck.

Antfrost... he looked familiar... but from where?

Where would I meet a walking Siamese cat?

~~flashback~~

I leave the arena from the fight, going to see the crowd and do signings. I move to the table, and take a seat. One of the first people to come up is a mother with her- wait, is that a walking cat?

A mother and her standing, walking cat. The odd duo step up, and to surprise me even more, the cat speaks. "Hello. Uh, I was wondering if you could sign one of my gloves," the cat-child-thing says, looking up with curious blue eyes.

I smile down at it, "Yes, of course!" And on cue, it places a golden glove, almost the same as mine but with holes in the finger tips. I take a brush of molten aluminium and ask before writing, "What's your name?"

The child answers in a heartbeat, "Antfrost! And you're my hero, Uncrowned Death, I am gonna train to be just like you one day!" I smile at his comment, and sign the glove, 'to Antfrost, the next Uncrowned Death.' I blow on it for a moment before handing the golden glove back, and pause a moment as the child reads it.

He gasps, "Really?! I'm gonna be the next Uncrowned Death?"

"Yes you will, Antfrost."

~~end of flashback~~

"Y/N? Hey, there you are," I hear a voice as I blink my heavy eyes open. My sight focuses, and I realise my head is resting on someone's lap, and the rest of my body is on the path. I look at the source of the voice, and I see the tall Badboyhalo, looking down at me with concern.

"Badboyhalo? Where are we? Do you- do you know what happened?" I ask, gently sitting up. I turn around to face him again, and there's a small flash of blue beside him. I deduce that it's my imagination, and look at Badboyhalo with my full attention.

"Well, we found you unconscious, and we don't know what happened," he tells me. Wait. "What do you mean by we?" I ask, slightly tilting my head for emphasis.

"Oh my goodness, you've never met Skeppy! Skeppy, come on meet Y/N!" Badboyhalo says, turning behind him slightly.

"But I don't wanna. I'm comfy," I hear a voice whine from behind Badboyhalo. Supposedly Skeppy.

"Please Skeppy? Please? She's super duper nice and if you do I'll make you whatever you want for dinner tonight," Badboyhalo bargains, and I hear a quiet fiiiiiiiiiine from behind him.

A very tiny, about 2" person steps out from behind Badboyhalo, adorned in diamond blue.

This must be the prankster, Skeppy.