𝙋𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙨 ➾〚 Wilbur Soot x Reader 〛✔

Chapter 6. ― The Beginning of The End

TW/CW: Contains explicit language, depictions of nightmares, semi-graphic description of animal death, and (as always), undiagnosed mental health issues in several main characters!

Song:  Volatile Times by IAMX

The sound of crickets chirping filled the air as I awoke from my slumber. I waited for my eyes to adjust to the darkness and stretched my aching limbs out in my bed. My joints gave a satisfying pop! and I groaned as I sat up slowly. I couldn't exactly tell what time it was, but it was pitch black in my room. From down the hallway, I could hear two distinct snores. One was soft and sounded more like heavy breathing with the occasional grunt and the other sounded more like a motor revving. Tommy and Techno, of course. Most of the time I went to sleep before them, but I was quite familiar with the cacophony which results from Tommy Innit's sleep. Usually, if I wake up in the middle of the night, it's because of a nightmare. But tonight I was nightmare free. I don't even remember dreaming at all before I woke up. Either way, I was up now and there wasn't much I could do to return to dreamland. In this situation, I'd prefer to stay in the comfort of my own room; maybe read a book to try and get myself to nod back off, but something felt...off. A sense of dread scratched at the back of my skull and my room suddenly felt stifling. The shadows seemed to whisper to me, even though I knew nothing was there. I probably felt like this because of the alarming events of today. Or...yesterday? I don't know how late or early it is. It was all wrong and I had to escape before I suffocated in my own paranoia. Stifling a yawn, I wandered out of my room, away from Tommy's racket and up the stairs to get some fresh air.

The smell of gunpowder and ash hit my nose as soon as I exited Pogtopia. I took a deep breath in through my nose and closed my eyes. It was peaceful, it was calm. The cool air of the night gave me some much-needed catharsis in this period of turmoil. Suddenly, I could hear low, rumbling whispers being carried through the trees; much to my alarm. Cautiously approaching the noise with careful steps, the two voices became more audible and I found myself overhearing the conversation.

"...It got me thinking, Dream...Are Tommy and I the bad guys?" I frowned from the spot where I was hidden behind a tree. Wilbur was talking to Dream? Why? They were talking fairly quietly so I could only hear bits and pieces of the conversation, but I tried to listen as much as I could.

"...I think that sometimes a ruler is unfit," the sound of Dream's voice chilled me to my core. I'd only met the man once, and it wasn't even one-on-one, but he had a reputation. And it wasn't a good one.

"...You want there to be conflict..."

"...Jschlatt is a bit more...ambitious...."

"...I understand you have a lot of TNT in your possession," at the words 'TNT' I stumbled and nearly fell to the ground.

"Fuck," I hissed, my cover now blown and the two men completely silent.

"...Y/n? Is that you?" Wilbur called. I stood up straight and peered around the trunk of the tree. On the other side of the oak, Wilbur stood facing me. He looked tired, with dark bags lining his chocolatey eyes. His hands were shoved into the pockets of his trench coat and he cocked his head at me inquisitively. Dream stood a few steps closer to me, looking over his shoulder to get a good look at who had disturbed his conversation. The oval-shaped smile mask on his face gleamed in the moonlight from under his green hoodie. God, I hated that mask. It's so creepy and makes it impossible to tell what he's thinking - which is always a bad thing with Dream. I stepped out towards the pair and gravitated to Wilbur's side. Though I couldn't see them, I could feel Dream's eyes follow me as I sidled up to the former President.