PRISON GUARD // c! dwt x gender neutral reader

Chapter Six

The moonlight shined through your window, grazing over the features of your room. The late-night setting was quite familiar to you.

Your eyelids felt light on you, not yet with the heaviness that later would bring.

Your bed was comfortable, with soft blankets not many could get a hold of, and plenty of room.

Most of your thoughts that night circled around dream, and how things were adding up. When Sam asked if he tried to befriend you, and then George and Sapnap explained why. How you should act next time you see him. Your first interaction had been spotty, and each action you made you regretted.

There were many things you wished to do again. In a different way. You should have, could have, handled the situation calmer than you did. You had been so confident in your acting, that no one could see through your mask. But he sure as hell did. Dream, out of all people, the man you were supposed to keep watch of, could keep watch of you.

You needed to do something, something to reverse that. You had to be good at your job. That first interaction felt cringe. Yelling for Sam was a move you couldn't pull anymore.

You really did need to seem rude, cold as well. Not only that, Dream needed to believe you were. However, you were worries he would constantly compare your actions to when the two of you first met.

'First met? We met like- yesterday? The day before?' You were starting to get tired, and your thoughts crossed over.

After some thinking, and some translates to an hour or so. You had made up your mind. There was something you needed to do.

You crawled out of your pile of warmth, and slipped on the house shoes that rested by your bed.

Carefully, you opened your door. Being already dressed for the next day, you werent worried about looks. Instead, you paced quietly to the living room. Where a journal lay, Sam had let you borrow it. A documentary of all the things Dream had done since the revolution.

When you decided you wanted to continue guarding the smiley face, it had shocked Sam. When he offered you the job he hoped it would only cause as a short distraction before you were back out exploring. Unfortunately he had been very wrong. He had now looped his basic daughter into a mess of things.

Because he knew going back wasn't a current option, he showed you the book. In his mind, you needed to know about each and every event that led up to the current date. And who better than Sam himself to write the book?

You took off your house slippers and slid into your tennis shoes, grateful they had velcro straps instead of laces. If Sam caught you up you would be dead.

Opening the door gave you overwhelming amounts of anxiety. Each little creak disturbed you more and more. But thankfully you did it, and still no sign of your protector.

Once you closed the front door behind you, you bulleted away. Maybe it wasn't the best idea, but your anxiety wouldn't allow you to stay any longer.

What you were doing was foolish, childish even. But almost everyone you meant had referred to you as a child, so you weren't really surprised by your own actions.

You knew that odds said Sam would catch you, and you would get into a heap of trouble. But during the day he watched your every move. Which only left you the night to discuss things alone with Dream.

He surely was a maniac, according to Sapnap, George and Sam. But your dumbass wanted to hear his side of the story. And you knew it could go horribly. What if he hurt you? He probably would. But you needed to know. You wouldn't be able to rest until you found out the motives of the man behind the slaughter.

As you neared the prison, you flipped through the book pages. Then a soft clash brought your attention to it.
Though when you looked up, there was nothing.

You were confused at first, glancing around to see what it could have been. A raccoon scurried off from your bubble. With that, you decided it was just some animal.

So carefully, you entered the prison.
The vibes were a lot scarier at night, with no life at all. Even if there wasn't much in the day, you knew Sam was constantly on cams, so he could watch you.

You swiftly walked down the halls, and entered the locker room.

Now though, you had no protection. None whatsoever. You laid Sam's book into a locker. And out of pure routine, you recited the rules that Sam read to each and every visitor.

Each second seemed to get longer as you entered the portal room. And the walk to the purple box of magic and mystery did too. Every step you took you felt another heart somewhere stop beating. It was a shame, how anxiety always hit hardest when it was too late to turn back.

Straightening your posture, you shook your head. No fooling around. You had a job to do.

And with this confidence, your feet carried you to the portal faster. You didn't think about the seconds. Just about arriving at point B.

Your hand slid through the portal, and inside you went.