Pandora's Vault / Box / Jar (A Dream SMP and Reader Fan-Fiction)

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"(Y/N)!" An uncertain voice echoed through the cold and empty hallway, "I know you're here! Show yourself!"

The man lifted the torch in his right hand and looked around a little more until he found a tall, dark door. With his left hand, he felt over it and inspected the floor and ceiling around it to make sure this wasn't a trap.

After a few moments, he pushed his free palm onto the stone button on the door's left side, which activated a mechanism to open it.

When the door was open, Wilbur had a free view over a modern office that would have been barely visible to him due to the dark, but to his luck, he had brought a torch.

This torch not only showed him the carpeted floor and the shelves on the walls left and right to him but also the reason he came here.

On the other side of the desk at the end of the room was a person. Not just a person but the person.

The person that has caused him so much trouble. "Good evening, Mister Soot," the calm voice of that person greeted him, "I am very happy you followed my invitation."

"Didn't have anything better to do, I guess," Wilbur said in a derogative tone as he stepped closer to the desk, "so, what do you want?"

"What do I want?" (Y/N) asked, stressing the 'I', "I'd much rather like to know what you want." "The hell is that supposed to mean?" The brown-haired one asked, bringing the flame of his torch closer to his face.

"That means that I owe you something. Because of all the shit I've done to you and your friends," (Y/N) explained, "and I want to know what that something is." They looked away from the man, almost ashamed of themselves.

Wilbur looked at them with a startled expression, not saying a word. "Well, I would say an apology would be rather nice, but I don't think I'll get something like that out of you, will I?" He asked in a slightly bitter manner.

(Y/N) had to chuckle at that, "You see, I would say 'never' to this question, but for you, I would make a once-in-a-lifetime exception."

"Oh, I feel honored," Wilbur replied, his words dripping with sarcasm. "As you should," (Y/N) said with a grin whilst leaning further into their chair, "so, what will it be? Do you want a drink to think about it?"

Wilbur looked around the room. The door had already closed behind him and this truly did not seem like a trap, so he said, "Let's have a drink together. For old times sake."

(Y/N) raised an eyebrow at that. "That's what I want," Wilbur decided. "I almost thought Pogtopia changed you," (Y/N) now said with a smile while pulling a bottle of Vodka out of their drawer, "I'm glad to see it didn't."

They held the bottle by its neck and stood up. (Y/N) pressed a button under their desk and the door opened once again.

"Follow me, Mister Soot," they said as they walked towards the hallway. Wilbur followed them after hesitating for a split second. "What's with that formal 'Mister Soot' stuff all of a sudden by the way?" He asked when he caught up to them.

"Thought you would appreciate some respectful behavior for once," (Y/N) answered. "It's weird," he simply said to that. "So 'Will' is okay?" (Y/N) asked as they arrived at an even bigger door.

"You have always called me that, why wouldn't it be?" Wilbur replied. Now (Y/N) pressed the button next to the door and revealed an even bigger office.

"Go ahead, take a seat, 'Mister president'," they said, cracking a smile as the two walked into Schlatt's office. Wilbur looked around the room with a fascinated and slightly jealous look in his eyes.

"Hey! I said: 'take a seat, Mister president'!" (Y/N) yelled over at him after he had just looked around the room aimlessly for a good minute.

They patted the soft chair and sat down on the desk. Now Will walked over to them and placed the torch down on the table as he slowly sunk into the seat. "Feels right, doesn't it?" (Y/N) asked and held out the bottle,

"The first sip is yours" Wilbur hesitantly grabbed the already open bottle and placed it on his lips. The bitter liquid flooded his mouth and throat and made his jaw flinch.

He soon put the bottle down again. "I feel like I just had flashbacks, what is this stuff?" He asked and handed the bottle back. "It's the same one we drank in the van," (Y/N) explained and took a swig, "it brings back memories every time."

They took another sip before placing the bottle back down on the table. The moonlight shone on the duo through the window and let them see a little more than in (Y/N)'s small and windowless office.

"But not the 'same same', right? I'm almost certain we emptied that bottle in a matter of moments," Wilbur said and grabbed the bottle once again.

"You're right about that," (Y/N) said, "I just buy the same bottle again every week, so I always have at least one." A short silence fell over the two enemies.

Wilbur cleared his throat after a while. "So," he began, "tomorrow it's all going to shit. War is coming." "I'm well aware of that," (Y/N) said monotonously,

"and I'm going to take care of everything... Solve some problems, if you know what I mean." "I don't, but I sure hope that 'solving problems' doesn't mean killing us," Wilbur said, knowing fairly well that (Y/N) definitely would end up killing at least one of them in the crossfire.

"Not exactly," they started to explain, "it means killing, but not one of your people, trust me on that." "Switching sides are we now?" Will said jokingly. "I can't do that," (Y/N) said, "You of all people should know I've done too much shit to go back to you and your people.

But hey, it was fun while it lasted." They now grabbed the bottle and took a long sip.

"They can forgive," Wilbur said and looked at his former friend.

They looked at each other for a while before erupting in laughter. "Sure," (Y/N) laughed, " 'Let's forgive the person that tortured and tested drugs on us'." They imitated the Pogtopians.

"Well, I mean we could try," Wilbur laughed maniacally while taking the bottle from (Y/N) and drinking out of it again. The two continued to talk and drink for a while - until the bottle was empty that is.

When that time came (Y/N) showed Wilbur the secret stash in Schlatt's bookshelves, in which he always kept alcohol. So over the night, the two not only emptied Schlatts entire collection of expensive alcohol but also somehow managed to make up again.

They spent the entire night and morning in the white house and drank. At some point, Wilbur brought up something else though.

"Have you heard of competitive solitaire?"

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