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

💻Chapter Thirteen💻

Word Count: 2785

Hey these guys might die.

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

"How do you even sleep at night." Tommy spat the words at Dream as we walked down the mountain towards a cave that was covered with vines. I clutched my right arm to try to stop the bleeding, but was left with a bloody hand.

"Just fine." Dream answered. "I mean, all three of you thought I was your friend. What a bunch of idiots."

"... I mean, I don't mean to be the one to say 'wait till dad hears about this', but Techno... he might just come and try to kill you when he hears of this." I stared dead into the porcelain eyes of the mask.

"... I can cross that bridge when it comes." Dream just walked away. "Anyways, the only reason that I have the discs is because I framed Tommy, I blew up the community house and framed Tommy.

"You blew up the community house?!" Tubbo gasped lightly.

"You guys were dumb enough to... give me the disc!"

Tommy stopped, and we all looked back at him. "You're a psychopath."

"Hm. Well, I wouldn't say that." He shrugged, "but..." We entered the cave. "Stand in here."

"How do we know that this isn't just a trap, how do we know that we're not just gonna die?" Tommy asked softly.

"I could just kill you. Why would I kill you by stepping onto a platform?"

Tubbo sighed and stepped on.

"Why'd you just-"

Tubbo looked up to Tommy, "At this point, we're dead either way."

We paused, and Tommy took my good hand, and tugged me softly onto the platform. I sighed and stepped on. Dream followed and we immediately moved as far as possible.

"What the fuc-" Tommy yelped in surprise as the platform started lowering. I squeezed his hand. Dream started speaking as we were lower, and saw the blackstone room.

Blackstone room-

A fucking blackstone room.

"Listen Tommy. Ever since you joined the server, you've been a headache, okay? You've brought war, you brought terrorism, bad everything. But the cause of all the war, of everything, was an attachment, right? Your attachment to the disc, to pets, to friends, to land, to countries, to items, right? That's- That's the one good thing that you've done. The one good thing you've done is you brought attachment to the server. So, it took me a long time to realize how important- how important attachment was, but when I did, you know, it made me stronger and I realized that you are important, right? Come look, come see your discs." Dream simply hopped off the elevator, while us three still stood on the small platform, frozen with fear and anxiety. "Come on, I won't actually hurt anyone... For now." He spoke the last part so low that I couldn't understand him. We stepped off hesitantly, and followed Dream. Tommy in the front, too stubborn to let someone else protect him, as always, and I was a few steps behind, while Tubbo walked beside me. "That's the discs."

"Why are there ender-" Tommy begun, but Dream cut him off.

"I mean, you can take em and put it in the chest, but, y'know, then (Y/N) would die." Dream shrugged.

We walked across the blackstone floors towards the other floor made of gold. "And here's the other.

Tubbo paused. "They're just- they're just lying on the floor."

Dream sighed as we looked up from the disc, and I instinctively moved behind Tommy. "But ever since, you know, attachments were on the server."

"Yeah?" I softly spoke.