We get back the discs... Or we die trying || Dream SMP x Reader

💻Chapter Four💻

Word Count: 1289

Suddenly, a thought shocked through my system, and a sort of doom settled in me. "I'll be- I'll be back, message me in chat if you need anything!" I took off.

"Wait-" Ranboo watched be run towards the crater, and as if the same thought went through his head, he chased after me. "You two message me if you need me too! I'll be back!"

"I-" Tubbo took a step, but Tommy stopped him as Ranboo chased after me.

"Just leave them alone for a moment."

Ranboo's P.O.V.

I stopped just before I fell into the crater, a few stones tumbling into the deep hole.

"I think I forgot Batthew in my house." I was now face down on the table.

That shit was a year ago, I could barely remember that I even said that after the "dream", yet, I did. It has been two months since the place blew up, and since Batthew was in the house itself when the country blew up into smithereens, the chances I'll find him are close to zero.

"Otter?" I heard a distant voice call, on the brink of tears. "Otter?!" I looked into the crater to see (Y/N) climbing through the rough scenery of the blown up rocks.

Without really thinking, I slowly climbed down the steps that someone made and made my way down to the surface of the crater, trying to catch up with the girl.

Thankfully, I was like, what? One entire foot taller? Or even two feet? So I caught up quickly. "(Y/N)-" I grabbed her wrist.

"AH- oh-" She turned, sniffling, "Ranboo."

"You alright?" I let go.

She averted her eyes, wiping a tear. "Remember the mound of dogs during the war? One of them were mine." She paused. "His name was Otter, and I..." She scoffed. "can't find him. I'm sorry this is pathetic, Ghosty forgot about him and I was dead-"

"I mean," I laughed softly, "I'm here for a pet too, so we'll be pathetic together. Speaking of, have you seen, um.. A bat?"

She paused, before sadly shaking her head.

"That's fine... let's look together, okay?" I held out a hand, she took it. We walked around for a while, going through the rocky terrain, but we quickly lost hope.

"Who am I kidding?" (Y/N) laughed softly, wiping a tear from her cheek. "He's probably dead." I wasn't going to argue, because if we looked at the chances of either Otter or Batthew being alive, it was close, if not zero.

A dog couldn't possibly survive after a war by itself, and the fact that the entire place was bombed didn't help. The only way he could have survived was either:

1. He was left somewhere
2. He ran away out of L'Manburg before the explosion

Both are possible but not very likely.

"Any bats?" (Y/N) asked quietly.

"No." I squeezed her hand.

"Okay."

"Let's go up, now." I tugged on her arm softly towards the stairs.

"Mhm." She nodded, sniffling softly.

We made our way up the stairs and small chatter was heard from a tree. We paused.

"I think that's a bat." (Y/N) pointed to a tree.

"I can't see."

"Blind litt-" She grumbled lightly, taking a grasp of my wrist and pulled me closer to the tree. There stood, upside down, a bat. I just grabbed it. "WHA-" She panicked quietly. "OKAY WHERE DO WE PUT HIM?!"