Yours Truly~ | YANDERE DREAM SMP X READER

(29) "Why are the villains never held accountable?"

"EXCUSE me?"

"I-uh-"

"Tommy, I asked you if you were ready before we left, how could you forget?"

What. Was this real? Was she really back? It felt like it had been so long..the two clearly hadn't noticed him, so he quickly hid in an alleyway, catching his breath.

He peeked out from behind the alleyway, examining her figure with wide eyes. Trying to convince himself that this was real, and not just another silly dream.

h/c hair..e/c eyes..her figure looked the same..It was real. There was no way this was fake.

He almost stepped out from the alley, but stopped himself suddenly. No. he couldn't reveal his presence and risk you running away again like last time. He'd have to gradually come back, gain her trust again.

Wilbur had only spent a few days alone, not knowing her whereabouts, but those few days were torture for him. He wouldn't-no, couldn't, risk that again.

Wilbur tensed up quickly, suddenly feeling eyes on him. He frantically peeked out from the alley, frowning confusedly as he saw that the two still hadn't noticed him. He glanced around the alleyway he was in, looking for anything odd. Sure, he knew he sucked at stalking, but was he so bad that someone else had seen him and decided to follow him?

A familiar voice rang out.

"Looks like the stalker has become the stalked."

It came from above.

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Puffy admired her surroundings, as she walked through the DreamSMP's oh so famous forest. This forest took up most of the DreamSMP, with small clearings of land reserved for buildings, big and small.

she herself hadn't walked through it all that much, but she could understand why it was loved by many. The entire thing was gorgeous, and just looking around at it gave her the urge to make it a topic for her radio-show.

as Puffy approached a clearing, she curiously walked until she was standing right in front of a pile of frayed rope. who would just leave this here? She looked up from the rope cautiously, looking around at the rest of the clearing, until her eyes landed on a dirt covered journal.

she couldn't see it very well from where she stood, and walked towards it. As she knelt down beside it, she reached down to brush the dirt off of the cover. The cover, now dirt-free, was now clear to read.

"Y/N L/N's journal, keep out."

her eyes widened at the familiar name.

'Y/N' had become a sort of celebrity, as rumor spread of her sudden appearance, and she was someone whom Puffy had been longing to interview. oh, how her ratings would skyrocket if she could get Y/N to join her on her radio show for an episode.

and now Puffy had free access to her journal. this would make such a great story for an episode.

Slowly, Puffy smiled.

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Taking a seat on the couch, Schlatt let out a sigh as he brought his flask back to his lips.

"So what's the plan for tomorrow?"

Schlatt frowned, placing the flask back down onto the coffee table. He let out another sigh, this time of annoyance, and glared slightly at Quackity.

"We already went over this, didn't we?"

"Well, yeah we did-but I just wanted to make sure-"

He cut Quackity off with a groan of annoyance, quickly picking up the flask again and downing the rest of it. He waved the flask around as he spoke again.

"I don't want to hear another word of it."

With this, Schlatt stood up from his seat, and walked towards the guest bedroom he was staying at.

"'Night."

Quackity watched as Schlatt stumbled down the hallway, and into the guest bedroom, barely reacting to the slam of the door being shut. This time, Quackity sighed, placing his head in his hands.

He had to focus on the election, that was the entire reason he was in L'manburg right now.

And yet, his thoughts always lingered back to her..

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AUTHORS NOTE:

damn

who do you think was following Wilbur? :]

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