Witness [DSMP Reader Insert]

Chapter 4: Intruders

Note: Part 2 of the interior of [Y/n]'s house. :3

TW: Mentions of blood, slight gore, nudity (?), and anxiety/panic attacks.

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[Y/n] looks out the window from their room, seeing that the sun has risen past the forest, indicating it's near noon, and some light snow was falling. It's near the winter season now. Do you wanna build a snowman? Are you trying to get me copyrighted? Besides, there isn't enough snow.

They felt a motion made by the eye and quickly knew the eye did an eye roll. Ignoring their third feature for a moment, [Y/n] catch some muffled steps from below them. The kid's finally awake.

They make their way downstairs, detecting a blond teenager making his way to the kitchen. "Morning Tommy, " [Y/n] greets him.

"Sup bitch, " replies, well, more like shouted since he's naturally loud. He opens the chest filled with food and search inside it as [Y/n] kept quiet and observe him. Doesn't he have braces? Maybe I should craft softer food for him. Braces sucks! Can agree.

As they sat on their sofa, Tommy returns to the living room with rabbit stew and [Y/n] continues to examine him. His shoulders are stiff...some trust issues maybe? And his clothes still have some holes in them so best to fix them quickly especially in this biome. Yah, we ain't gonna deal with a sick boy!

Their mind wonders as they were taking mindful notes. The first time [Y/n] met Tommy, they were distraught by his appearance underneath their aloof exterior. The blondette was a mess, stained with dirt and some blood. There were some cuts on him as well and when [Y/n] asks what cause them, he just deflects the questions or brushes them off which only adds more to their concern for him.

Right now, the tall blond has his cuts patched up and he and his clothes were cleaned. Tommy seems to be doing better thankfully but [Y/n] has a feeling he's not his full self yet. I figured there be other people on this server but it's still surprising to see someone new...What happened to this kid? Ask him! Curiosity is too much!!

BARK!

[Y/n] turns to the sudden outcry, discovering a familiar greyhound by Tommy's side of the couch as sitting there patiently while eyeing the rabbit stew.

Tommy quickly shifts the bowl away from the dog. "No Paul, it's mine, " he sternly says.

Paul the dog didn't seem to understand but was growing impatient and laid his head onto Tommy's lap, whining. Ah, that technique. Paul!!

The teenager's gaze softens by the adorable interaction, getting a spoonful of rabbit stew and place it onto the coffee allowing Paul to sit up and eat it.

Tommy turns and spots [Y/n] smiling at him which made the lad turn away promptly with his face being slightly pink of embarrassment. It always land it's mark. Doggy wins!!

"You saw nothing, " the blondette narrows his eyes at them.

[Y/n] shrugs in lazily while keeping a small grin. I saw everything. We saw everything.

"By that way, " Tommy starts as he shoves some stew into his mouth, "Where the fuck is Ghostbur?" his tone overlays concern.

"I don't exactly know, " they admit, "But he mentioned something about checking out the tundra biome near here."

He hums as he pets Paul's head. The grey canine wags his tail.

[Y/n] narrows their eyes. Ask him! Ask him already!! "Kid?" they called for him.