DEAR JOURNAL: the day isn't over, and i'm not even where i'm supposed to be. i just decided to write this down so i wouldn't forget. i've met the cat, technoblade, and it was so confusing. he could talk and shape-shift. he warned me of Dream and- shit i didn't add the XD. he's protecting me...but i have to go see the Other Wilbur and go see a show. ጎጠነርልዪቿዕልክዕጎሠልክፕዐሁፕ ❜
(please read to end of chapter for translations from now on!)
as soon as y/n barely opened his eyes, he was already being dragged around and to the car.
"where are we going?"
"sapnap is gonna get a new job so we can actually do some more renovations."
"but i thought you guys were rich?"
"we haven't set up our workspaces so we aren't really making money right now. and it's gonna be a while before we get enough money to properly do it. plus, sapnap thought working at the skate shop would be fun. we haven't transferred out bank accounts to the local one anyways."
"stupid."
they continued the drive and dropped sapnap off, and continued driving.
"why do you have that stupid doll?"
"he's my new buddy. he's hot just like me and everything. so of course i'm keeping his company. you barely made the cut."
"oh go fuck yourself. anyways, i'm gonna go home and grab some money and go shopping. start making me a list."
bro you sound like my mom stfu stupid ass-
"i can't go, i haven't showered in like, 3 days and i need clean clothes."
"no ones gonna care."
"i will. so i'll stay home. just get the groceries."
"fine."
and they went home, a light conversation about random stuff before Dream begrudgingly left.
"i know just what to do to pass time..."
he got the little key, and unlocked the door. hoping that it wouldn't just be the bricks.
and it wasn't.
he climbed through hurriedly, and ran to the kitchen.
on the table sat a box with his name and all sorts of fatty snacks.
Dearest y/n,
i've got you a special outfit, along with some snacks! i heard they're your favorites. The boys downstairs have a special show for you! you'll have some company so look out for him.
-love, Dream
no XD. hm.
he put on the outfit, and grabbed a few little snacks. he went out the door to look for the other wilbur, seeing as he's the only one who could accompany him.
a blur of pink went by, making y/n jump.
"oh! another cat... he's really got this world down to the last bit-"
"no...i'm not another anything. i'm me." the deep voice came from the animal, making y/n jump.
"i can see you don't have that little mask, but how can you talk? and what's your name?"
"i just can. and i do when i want. i don't have a name. cats don't need names to know each other like humans. but call me technoblade, since that's what the real wilbur calls me. he thought of it when he was a kid."
technoblade sounded as if he didn't really prefer the name, but it was better than something stupid.
"cats don't talk at home...."
"well you aren't exactly home...are you?" the cat jumped in the tree, and into a small hole. he came out, but was human.
the human version of the cat was tall. he had long pink hair and was wearing a white button up and mid calf black trousers. he didn't have shoes though. he continued walking around the tree.
"what the fuck..."
"you're clearly the expert on things here...i'm just a big scaredy-cat."
"i didn't mean it....please come back. how'd you get here?"
"i've been coming here for a long time." and he disappeared behind a branch, only to pop out beside y/n from a little hole. he was back as a cat now.
"it's a game we play. he...hates cats. and tries to keep me out, but he can't of course, and i come and go as i please."
"the other dream hates cats?"
"not like any dream i've saw!"
"he's nice to me..."
"you probably think this world is a dream come true...but you're wrong." midway through the sentence, he changed back to human.
"how do you know?"
"the other wilbur told me so."
"he can't talk.. that's nonsense."
technobade jumped down, and walked closer and closer to y/n. slowly.
"we cats have far superior senses than humans. and can see, and smell, and hear- shhh..." as he was barely an inch away from her face, he stopped. techno held a finger to his lips before slowly walking over and lunging in a bush. he easily disappeared back into his cat form.
a little horn was heard, but cut off.
"it's the circus mice and ducks! no-"
but technoblade pounced on the mouse, and bit into it.
it wasn't a cute little mouse with a funny mask, it was a big, ugly rat that turned an ugly gray color. the duck grew teeth between its beak, and it looked like a prehistoric animal.
"i don't like rats at the best of times...but this one was sounding an alarm."
he picked it back up, and started trotting back to the tree.
"good kitty..." y/n mumbled to himself before shakily turning around to find the other wilbur.
technoblade briefly paused at the small praise, but shook it off and ran back to the tree.
now y/n really didn't feel that comfortable anymore.
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