never lied (dwt x fem reader)

XXVII. puffy

this chapter is not solely based on puffy's stream the beginning is, but then i add my spin or my own words.

"hey puffy, how are you doing?" y/n says putting a hand on my shoulder and sitting down.

"i failed him. i should've been there. i screwed up, y/n." i say leaning on my knees and look over at her.

"no you didn't. in all honesty you did what you were supposed to. you were supposed to stay by his side and that's what you did. there was no way of knowing what would happen in there, only one person can visit at a time. there wasn't anything you could do. " she says rubbing my shoulder.

"i only thought he was going to be in there for a week. its because of dream..." i say standing up.

i sigh and stand up, "listen, we don't really know what happened in there."

"what do you mean? he was the only in there with him. are you trying to defend him? " i say turning towards her.

"it's just......i'm sorry you're right." she puts  a hand on her forehead and her hand drops to her leg.

i drag my body to face away and we walk on the path, "i feel so responsible. it is part my fault. if  i was there i could've stopped it, i could've talked maybe? you know talk some sense into dream and sam. naw i could've gotten him out." i whine.

"puffy please." she exclaims.

"i'm sorry?" i say looking at her.

"this isn't your fault. this is no one else's fault but whatever happened at the prison," she stops walking and turns so we're standing parallel of each other, "you don't know, dream could've had a perfectly clear reason to hurt tommy. i didn't want this to happen either, but there was no way of stopping it."

"y/n, are you really trying to hide the fact that you're defending dream? i know it's too late, i know tommy was annoying, but that gives no one any reason to hurt someone that actually brought something to everyone." i ramble.

"so what if i'm defending dream? it wasn't like anyone else actually cared enough to make sure i was okay or to even help me when l'manberg was a thing," she yells and then clears her throat while looking away, "plus you're right about the tommy part, but i have reason to believe that tommy is actually ok."

"what's your reason?" i say crossing my arms.

"it's not really a reason it's more of a feeling." she says.

"what do you mean?" i ask.

"follow me." she says.

we started walking behind us and i started to notice something. there was a weird smell, the color kept appearing then disappearing. in and out, in and out, in and out, in and-

"puffy!" y/n yells to grab my attention.

"hm what. what." i say flinching.

"we're here." she says walking behind some vines. i follow behind her.

"but where are we?" i ask looking around.

"i wasn't supposed to bring anyone or tell anyone about this place, but surprise surprise it's dreams old house." she says putting her hands in her back pockets.

"okay and? what's so important about it?" i say confused.

"i was here the other day..." she starts.

"what why?" i ask cutting her off.

"uhhh no reason," she hesitates and adds a quick smile, "anyway i noticed this weird blue and red on the floor." she says pointing at it.

"oh my gosh! colors!" i say sarcastically with an eye roll.

"that's what you think," she squats and collects the dust on her finger, "it resembles something.  blue is wilbur, and red is tommy. the day he got hurt he must have saw a hallucination of wilbur and came here."

"but why here? it's just a stupid hill house." i scoff.

"that's the thing i don't know. like i said it's just a feeling." she shrugs.

"so you're saying the blue is from friend the sheep and the red is from tommy's wounds? i don't believe it." i say as i start to walk out.

"wait do you here that?" she says grabbing my arm.

"no wilbur i will not play solitaire with you." a voice says in anger.

we look at each other and walk quietly over to the bedroom door.

"wilbur? wilbur?!" the voice screams.