My Knight in a Green Hoodie (Dream x Reader)

6. Training Grounds

Training Grounds
(Chapter Two- part 3)

Second P.O.V. (Y/N's)

Philza, Wilbur, Techno, and Darryl stood at the end of the table, all of them discussing an unknown subject. You weren't close enough to overhear the whispers of worry and concern.

They spoke with knitted eyebrows and crossed arms. But as soon as the people started trickling in like running water, the four had separated.

Phil greeted everyone, telling them to take a seat since it was time for breakfast. Maids had already set the table long before anyone had entered the room.

The morning filled itself with small conversations between the guests that eagerly ate the food on the table.

The contestants only realised after smelling the scent of food that wafted through the air how hungry they were. They all had fallen asleep before dinner due to the exhaustion of the events from the preceding day.

You played with your food. Hesitantly, you lifted your mask a bit higher than before to slightly above your nose. Reminding yourself to assure that the clasp of the accessory was secure enough, double-checking to ensure the cold material would stay in its place.

Choosing to use chopsticks, you ate the eggs and rice slowly. (If you want to, you can change the food.) You kept yourself looking at your bowl, nothing else. You couldn't help but notice everyone else had a different plate of food, varying from person to person.

What you didn't notice was the strange stares from some of the people at the table.

"How does one use chopsticks?!" A young boy shrieked, though it was hard to tell, you could hear a faint Spanish accent in his voice. Looking to your left was a boy wearing a beanie.

"Shut up, Quackity." Spoke the voice beside him. The goat man grumbled to himself small profanities, clearly annoyed.

It turns out the boy to your left was named Quackity. The said boy turned his head to you, pouting with pleading eyes. You contorted your face into a confused expression.

It was a strange event. You were teaching a Spanish boy how to use chopsticks.

It was so sad that you were feeding the crying boy with his chopsticks, and people at the table were either: choking on their food for laughing, laughing, or dead inside.

It felt like you were feeding a baby, who dropped their food on the ground and cried for it, then turns to cope with it by having their mother feed them, at the same time sobbing, with snot and tears dribbling down their face, all whilst trying to sing Lion King. It felt even dumber since this was the entire situation with context.

The only difference was you had a dying audience who you were concerned about if they even had lungs anymore at this point.

I shook my head, chuckling under my breath. Quackity looked at me with tear pooled eyes. Still pouting, but at least he finished his breakfast.

Philza had stood up. His wooden chair causing a loud crack to explode from the wood, hitting the floor as gravity pull it back down.

"I will not be soft on my judgement." His voice thundered above everyone in the room. His bowl hat cast a dark shade on his face, only making his expression more menacing. Phil's icy blue eyes cut through everyone in the room like a spear through their heart. It was a chilling sensation.

"The game starts today. You men will be trained not only physically but mentally. You will learn of the real dangers of being an Emporer. The neighbouring kingdoms will try and drill themselves into your head and take over our country."