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Chapter 4 - Scared

Dream POV

Earlier that day

He was laughing.

Why was he laughing?

Sapnap shifted his bow from one hand to the other, a nervous habit. I shot him a stern glance, and he stopped before looking to the ground sheepishly. I shook my head tiredly, my focus drawn back to the trio that stood before us. Wilbur seemed to have collected himself, straightening his uniform out professionally before stepping closer and shaking my hand as if everything were normal. He nodded to me, but I was too busy to acknowledge it. He must have taken offense, because he frowned and released my hand, stepping back to his spot from before. The two boys that had accompanied him flanked him on either side, one refusing to meet my eyes and the other blatantly glaring at me. They all stood in identical uniforms, blue and white suits with a stripe of red tied around their necks.

"Please. Come," Wilbur beckoned us, walking back to where he came from, and I glanced behind me at my best friends. They both looked to me unsurely, and I drew in a breath before marching after the L'manbergians, trusting George and Sapnap to follow in suit. Wilbur toured us around his country, walking along the paths the wind through the villages. It was not different from Dream SMP, but I noticed their walkways were miscellaneous, made from different kinds of wood and even some old stone and dirt patches in certain places. Instead of lanterns lining their roads, torch stands stood weakly to keep away the monsters that came out at night.

The brown-haired boy (I learned his name was Tubbo) kept looking over his shoulder at us. He did it very secretly, his curious eyes bouncing around, looking at each of us, although they seemed to linger a little longer on me. After about twenty minutes of this, Tubbo whispered something in Wilbur's ear. Their president turned to face me, stopping so abruptly I almost walked straight into him. He smiled widely, and suddenly everything he did seemed ten times more suspicious. I wondered if it was a mistake coming here.

"Tubbo here is quite... unnerved by your mask. Would you mind taking it off and putting us all at ease?" He asked so calmly.

Sapnap and George stiffened at my sides, glancing nervously from me to Wilbur. I bored into his eyes, slowly shifting my gaze from him to the boy at his left. Even Tommy looked surprised. The blond boy shuffles over and tugs at Tubbo's arm, whispering urgently to him from behind his hand. Tubbo's eyes widened.

It was a test.

I knew it was. Wilbur was waiting for me to lose my temper, to lash out impulsively. He would get on my nerves. I would hurt someone. And then he would be there to witness it and play victim, painting me out as the villain. It was well known that I wore my mask everywhere. It was a custom in the Dream SMP to never, ever, question a superior, and the punishment was deadly. Unless it was my sister you disrespected. She would run away to sulk in her room, but she would never dream of hurting a soul.

And then I remembered.

This was not the Dream SMP. This was L'manberg. I was not superior here. Feared, yes. But not in any position of power. The smirk on his face infuriated me.

I smiled back cooly, determined to mask my lividity.

"I'm sorry," I replied. "Unfortunately, I would prefer to keep my mask on, for personal reasons. I'm sure you can understand?"

Wilbur didn't seem very happy with my reaction, and I could tell he wanted a different one. Expected a different one. I am not known for level-headedness like (Y/n) is. It awes me sometimes how she keeps her cool in even the direst of situations.

"But-" He insisted, but Tubbo cut him off.

"No! It's fine! It's not that big a deal," He said overly enthusiastic. He nudged Wilbur in his ribs, seemingly conveying his message. If I had to guess, I would say he had no clue about any of the customs in the Dream SMP. Under any other circumstances, I would have chuckled at the boy's innocent antics.