𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓞𝓷𝓮
𝖞/𝖓'𝖘 𝖕𝖔𝖛⚔︎
"Pix!"
As I heard my nickname being called, I turned around from what I was doing (farming the crops) and looked directly at the person calling me. A tall man stood there, his lime green cloak billowing softly behind him in the slight breeze. The smiley mask I had grown so used to seeing sat just above his mouth, making part of his face visible. When he saw that I'd noticed him, he climbed down the stairs on the long pathway and ran over to where I stood, wheat and seeds in hand. With a little pant, Dream put his hand on my shoulder for stability, catching his breath.
"I need to talk to you, it's important," he huffed out, grabbing the things I was holding and putting them in a nearby chest where I usually kept the extra seeds I had. He let go of my shoulder and grabbed onto my hand, tugging me over to the long path with him.
"Why can't we talk here?" I asked, confused, but walking with him anyway because I didn't want to disrespect Dream (I'd seen people do it before, it's not pretty). Dream shook his head and I could just feel the eyeroll.
"Because, it's important, just come with me."
I could tell this was something he couldn't risk anyone else hearing, not even if all the enemies were elsewhere. Dream pulled me all the way over to a cave that hadn't seemed to have been explored that much, it was kind of near the edge of the border. There, I saw a tall person standing, with their crown shimmering in the light that came from the torch they held. I didn't recognize the person, but Dream seemed to know them so I didn't get out my sword. As we got closer, I saw bright white eyes behind sunglasses; odd, I thought.
"Eret," Dream greeted the person, his arms outstretched in a way of welcome. Eret's eyes darted over to Dream's voice. Upon seeing me, they took their sword out, looking at me wearily. "No need," Dream assured, "they're with me." As he said that, he put an arm over my shoulder. He had always liked to do this, simply to show the height difference. I wasn't exactly short, but I wasn't tall, I was probably about 5'9". Of course, most of my friends happened to be extremely tall, therefore, I was 'the short one'.
"Eret, this is Y/N," Dream introduced, "Y/N, this is Eret." Eret and I nodded to each other. "Now I want you two to get along, 'cause you'll be working together for a while."
Eret and I looked at each other, both showing visible confusion. Dream just chuckled at us both, ruffling my hair and taking his arm back from around my shoulder, pushing my head slightly in the process. I stumbled a little at the unexpected push, but grounded myself quickly, glaring at the masked bastard. He pretended not to notice, continuing with his explanation.
"There's a growing nation, 'L'Manberg', whatever they're called, and they want independence. But, y'know, I won't give them independence so they're angry, blah blah blah . . ." Dream trailed off, giving up on giving us details. "Anyway, I want you two to be my spies. Act as if you're on their side. Pretend you like them. Become their 'friends'. You'll alternate with reporting back to me, make sure everyone is asleep first though. You cannot get caught. If one of you gets caught, the other had nothing to do with it, got it?" Dream asked, a serious tone taking over in the last parts. This was obviously something that meant a lot to him. Or he just wanted to have some fun and fuck up people's lives; honestly, something he also likes to do.
Eret and I both nodded, showing our understanding to Dream, who seemed to smile underneath his mask. The only way I could tell anymore was by his body language. When he was smiling or happy, his head usually tilted a little bit to the side (just enough to notice), and his hands would go loose, showing vulnerability. Something Dream didn't do often. I'd taken these things into note simply out of habit. I like to observe people, figure out how to read them, even when they don't want to be read.
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𝖇𝖚𝖗𝖓 {Wilbur Soot x Reader}
FanfictionIn which an elf meets a man Slow burn, angst TW// Intrusive thoughts Abuse Mental illness Strong depictions of blood and murder Strong language Mild themes of peril Alcohol Drugs Death Have fun