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

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The trio walked through the halls of the prison in silence. Not a tense silence or an uncomfortable one, but rather one that gave (Y/N) time to think.

They were so close now. Closer than they thought they could come in this small amount of time.

Their goal was almost right in front of them, it was as if they could already feel the cold wind of the outside of the prison again and as if they could feel his warm embrace already.

It felt like a rush, an undeniably good one that reminded (Y/N) of a memory of their past.

The day of their imprisonment. Not only that exact day but also the few that followed.

It was all so vivid and right in front of them right now. They had killed the president, just like they had silently promised Wilbur, and now they were rushing outside the camarvan with quick steps...

Well, what was still left of it. Now all they had to do was get out of the country without getting noticed.

"(Y/N)!" Nevermind... "Yes, Dream?" They yelled back and turned around to where the man's voice had come from. "Where have you left Schlatt?" He asked as he ran up to them,

"He was supposed to join us in the battle like- Half an hour ago!" "What?" They asked, playing stupid, "Nobody told me that! I just left him in the fucking van because he wanted to be alone!"

"Wha- How do you not know that he, and you, should come to the battlefield at some point?" Dream yelled out angrily. "Well, at least you've said it now, so how about we go and get him?" (Y/N) offered.

"Yes, yes we should definitely do that," Dream snapped back at them, obviously pissed. The two now jogged back to what was left of the van.

"I should warn you, though," (Y/N) told him on their way, "The man is drunk as fuck, I don't think he'll do much." "He's what?" Dream yelled at them, somehow louder than before.

"Fuck, quiet down, you idiot," (Y/N) hissed, "All of the shit going on in the background is bad enough for my ears! And I said that he's drunk. He said he wanted to celebrate our victory early."

"Well, why didn't you stop him?" Dream asked frustrated. "Because I didn't know that you expected him to do anything," (Y/N) answered and now opened the loose door of the van,

"If you had listened to what I said like one second ago, you would know that." "Oh, just shut up. I'm sure he can do something," Dream said, rolling his eyes just before being faced with the president.

"Ya sure 'bout that?" (Y/N) asked in an almost mocking tone at the sight of Jschlatt. "Wha- Wh- Why?" Dream asked, frustrated and angry, whilst making random gestures with his hands, and (Y/N) was sure, if this was a cartoon, his head would be fuming right now.

The president that was sitting in the middle of the vehicle slurred a few unintelligible words when he laid his eyes on Dream and weakly waved the bottle in his left hand around before it limply fell to the ground.

Dream tried to find words for this situation and then helplessly looked back and forth between (Y/N) and Jschlatt.

"Grab some armor, if he can't do shit, at least you are coming with us," he said to (Y/N). "And where am I supposed to get armor from?" (Y/N) asked an obvious question.

"Shouldn't someone have brought you two entire sets this morning?" Dream asked even more confused now.

"Like who? Nobody ever came to the white house or wherever I and Schlatt stayed. I thought all of you were just busy with last-minute preparations or some shit," (Y/N) said.