Heart of the war. [Smii7y x Reader]

Fifty one

Its been just 5 minutes in puffers head, yet it felt like days, weeks, months even. All he could hear was the distant ticking of a big timer displayed on the ceiling of the gulag.

Puffer turned to the door and heard more screaming and kicking, the voice sounded hoarse, yet familiar.

"LET ME GO OR ELSE YOURE RACIST!!"

The man screamed, and his words actually got through to the men who escorted him, who happened to be all white.

-

"Y/N, whatever you got goin in this squad is fucking AWESOME!" Tyler laughed, turning into a makeshift microwave.

"Alright Tyler, Stop before you choke, because both you and me know what the fuck is gonna happen." Y/N laughed alongside him after lecturing him.

"Y/N!" A voice called behind her, she smiled recognizing it.

"Smits!" Y/N called back, waving and jumping.

"Hey cutie." They ran over to eachother, complimenting eachother quickly.

"Heya milkjugs." Y/N chirped, squeezing his face.

"Shouldnt you be milkjug??"

"Im..talkin bout ya sack."

"AYO!"

Tyler started wheezing at the interaction, and Smii7ys beet red face. Matt watched the two while playing rock paper scissors with Grizzy and losing.

"Grizzy. I will. Kiss you. On. The. Mouth." Matt stated, frustrated.

"MATT! if you dont atleast kiss him on the cheek then smii7y doesnt get kisses for a week."

Smii7y panicked behind her, mouthing "do it" over and over.

Grozzy just stood still before matt charged at him at top speed. "GRIZZAAAYYA!"

"MATT!" Grizzy fell over laughing, as matt kisses his cheek quickly.

"I- I didnt expect him to.." Tyler stuttered between laughs, tears and sweat on the floor.

"You fucking did it!" Y/N giggled, giving jaren another kiss on his cheek.

"Saved my life!" Jaren laughed, mentally at peace once more.

"Hey guys, i think i have a game plan." Grizzy spoke up amidst the laughing party.

"We should reclear the entire Superstore. Remember weeks ago when we were there, we sent two teams to the gulag?" Grizzy started speaking once he got all ears.

"It might be worth it to go back and reclear every team there. We have our 6th, although puffer is..is.." Grizzy couldnt bring himself to announce puffers death.

Everything went silent for a moment before Matt patted his back, agreeing with his plan.

"It is worth it. We can clear out the sweats easily with this team. Also Tyler, whats your ability?"

"I have team armor. Once activated everyone has a full supply of how many they can hold. Yknow, whoever has a satchel has 8, and whoever doesnt has like 5, right?" Tyler scratched the back of his head, explaining thoroughly.

"You also kinda absorb more damage, as in the plate isnt a normal one. It has more protection essentially." He finished.

"I have team dead silence, Smii7y is our Negotiator, Puffer had team speed, Matt is 'our get high for free minus the drugs' healer, Grizzy has team stopping power, and you have Team hardened Armor." Y/N recapped.

"Yup!" Smii7y did a doubletake.

-

"Mar-Marcel?" Puffers lips quivered. And not just marcel, another person was shoved through the door aswell before it slammed loudly.

"JACK! MARCEL!!!" Puffer screamed, they looked at him, wide eyed.

They screamed profanities, running at him to tackle him in a hug. All the other dwellers didnt care and didnt pay attention.

"PUUFFFFERRRR!"

"AAAUUGGGAHH!" he screamed while being tackled.

"Guys i go up next in this hellpit dont hurt me so bad!" Puffer mentioned.

They muttered apologies, giving him a hand to get up. His eyes scanned over the scoreboards, telling whos next up.

He recognized the name "C/U". Apparently he used his real name for his gamertag aswell. The more Puffer thought about it, the more he realized who he was.

The guy from Y/Ns chat.

"Hey puffer, if you abandon your weapon, just uppercut that mf!" Marcel patted him on the shoulder, earning a smile from Puffer.

"Or throw him around like a chew toy!" Jack laughed.

"Man! I thought i was gonna be totally alone in here. I didnt expect friends." Puffer said calmly, looking over at the two that stumbled on his terf.

"Who were you guys rolling with, anyway?" Puffer asked.

"Some randoms." Marcel sighed.

"Yeah, they honestly let us die. Who did you get?" Jack added, questioning puffer this time.

"Oh I got Smii7y, Grizzy, Matt, Y/N, and then i died, coming back as a spectating ghost before tyler joined us. Droid joined us but Y/N kill him." He stated nonchalantly.

"What-? Why?!" Jack asked, concern in his voice.

"Well..he wanted to do things to Y/N. Which kinda brought up forgotten trauma." Puffer stated.

"Oh.." Marcel said.

"Not to mention Y/N and Smii7y are literal love birds." Puffer laughed.

"But things get serious now. It may not even feel like it, but we are sentenced to dog fighting here...and im going up next." Puffer gritted his teeth.

"What?! Youre telling me we cant get out of this place?!" Marcel yelled.

"Nope. Never. Unless your living team win." Silence filled the conversation.

"..do you guys want to join my team?" Puffer said with a certain venom in his voice.

"Of course." The two said in unison.

"Welcome aboard!" Puffer laughed, his face contorting back to a calm, yet creepy poker face.

Puffer looked over to the large timer.

The timer read 5 seconds.

Puffers eyes slanted down upon seeing the slow time, standing still as heavily armored men took him away.

Marcels eyes widened again, gasping to breathe. He couldnt believe his eyes. He grabbed onto Jack, who quickly tried to stabilize him.

"Puffer.."

"Yes, i know Marcel. But we cant do anything. If we only fight those men we are fucking dead..." Jack trailed off.

"Lets go fucking fight them for our boy!" Jack screeched, Marcel immediately perked up, as if he wasnt about to pass out.

"FOR PUUFFFERRRR!"

"LETS GO FUCKIN GET EM!!!"

"WWOOOAAAHHH MAMA!"