I have decided to add this book because I have been recently deep into the SMP, not that I wasn't following earlier but just got deeper.
This is an x reader book due to it being my style of writing.
This is just for fun and not to be directly connec...
Requested by AAAAAAAAAA111_2 They wanted good ol' mexican dream. Platonic, friendly banter and of course translate spanish.
Reader POV
I groaned when I heard cursing and screaming in spanish, I locked the doors. It was either Quackity or Glatt. And I didn't want to deal with either.
I locked the door and looked through the peephole. A green hoodie caught my attention and I quickly locked all the doors and windows.
I heard knocking on the doors and yelled out.
"Vete a la mierda, Dream! No voy a morir hoy!" (Fuck you Dream! I'm not dying today!)
I heard a groan of pain and frustration.
"Soy Mexican Dream, estoy herido y necesito ayuda. Por favor, ayúdame. No quiero hacer daño." (I am Mexican Dream, I am hurt and I need help. Please help me. I mean no harm.)
I growled.
"How do I know you mean no harm?!"
I heard a sigh and a grunt. I opened the door slightly there the man stood, his sword held by the blade with the pommel towards me. I grabbed it gently and let him in. I grabbed the medical supplies and motioned him to show the wound. He lifted up his hoodie to show a massive slash across his abdomen and I slouched, getting to work. I finished the stitches, smiling happily and wrapped it up. I helped him up and helped him to lay down in a spare bed. "Rest... you'll need it, Mex... I mean-"
The male waved his hand.
"I like the nickname. Helps differeciate between me and that smiley, homeless, green tellitubbie..."
I snorted at his comment, smiling slightly.
"I was told by a friend of mine about you. Someone who is neutral until brought in personally. I uh... I needed a place to stay for a bit and lay low... can I stay here...? I don't want to die."
"Don't die. It's bad for your health."
"Wha-" He burst out laughing while I smiled happily.
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Over time I had come to enjoy the crackhead mexican man. He brought joy to my otherwise lonely existence. I had met Quackity through him and the three of us would joke around. Occasionally there would be small fights in which I went into hiding and no one could find me except Mex.
The time came where I had heard of the imprisonment of Dream and I had brought in Mex in order to live with me. It soon became us and a few others against the egg, however. The prison had been turned into a safe place and the cavern I had moved my house to was in a place where no one can find unless trusted.
Mex was a good friend to me and I had soon decided to move away from everything much like Techno, Mex had come with me. I got news of the Red Banquet I told Eret and a few others of where we lived. They moved away and to the island we inhabited. I also helped keep Dream away when he escaped, protecting those who lived on the ancient island.
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I smiled, sitting on a hill and looking over the island while running my fingers through Mex's hair while watching the moon rise above the mountains and watching the lights dance in the sky.
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A/N: Apologies about it being short, I didn't know what to put.
