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

💻Chapter Eight💻

Word Count: 1295

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

"(Y/N)." I heard a voice, a familiar voice, behind me.

"Dream." I turned to face the masked man. "Dreamwastaken. What do you want?" I pressed my lips to a thin line, watching Dream's reaction carefully. Which there was none of.

"I have the discs." Dream shrugged.

"With you?" I raised a brow.

"Not with me, I'm not dumb. You'd just kill me for it." He eyed my sword. "Speaking of, put the sword down, miss."

I squinted at Dream, who was wearing no armour and had no tool on hand. "Open your inventory." I raised the sword.

"Okay okay!" He tapped his wrist and the hologram showed up, showing his inventory to be empty. I lowered the sword and put it away.

"What do you want?" I asked again.

"To form an alliance."

"Why."

"To fight against the minors."

"I'm one of the minors."

"But you can be more than that."

"I'm- still gonna be 16- 17...?" I questioned my own age. "Whatever."

"Yes, but you won't be known as the minor anymore."

"You're catching a case."

"I-" Dream stared at me, gobsmacked.

"Sorry, bad joke." I looked away quickly.

"I'm just saying, you could be known for so much more, the potential within you is larger than you think." He flicked my forehead.

"Ow." I rubbed at the spot he flicked at. "You're being vague. You said that you're trying to take down the minors. I get that, you're Dream, you'd be doing that in your sleep." I glared at the masked man. "But why? How? You've told me nothing."

Dream stared. "I'm going to play a game of choice." He laid his hands out. "You, or the disc."

"..." I paused. The discs did start to really piss me off, it was valued at nothing, but even if that was true, Tommy would probably still go hell and back for it. "Let me think about it."

Dream smirked. "Gladly. I'll speak to you later."

I turned on my heel. "Farewell."

Dream's smile darkened. "Farewell."

Dream's P.O.V.

"Sam." I tapped on the man's shoulder, he turned over to face me.

"Hi- uh..." To be fair, I've never talked to him before, I was watching in the trees as the minors showed the man around.

"Hi. I'm Dream."

"Oh! Hello, Dream. How can I help you?" Sam smiled.

"Can I... offer you a job?"

Sam raised a brow, questioning. "What job?"

"I heard that you can build."

"That is true."

"Well, I need you to build a prison."

Sam laughed, "A prison?!"

"A prison." I nodded.

"How much will I be paid?"

"..." I fiddled with my hands, thinking. "How about this, a stack of diamond blocks, and I'll throw in... ten netherite."