𝖇𝖚𝖗𝖓 {Wilbur Soot x Reader}

III

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓮
𝖞/𝖓'𝖘 𝖕𝖔𝖛

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I had climbed up one the many surrounding trees. I'd left my things in a small cabin with Eret, with the exception of a small knife I kept in my sleeve. I knew I probably wouldn't need it, but just in case.

I felt the branches of the tree shake as someone else started to climb. I quickly took out my dagger, pointing it directly at Wilbur's face. He merely looked up at me, a hint of amusement in his dark eyes. As I slipped the knife back into the leather strap on my wrist, Wilbur pulled himself up and sat next to me. The tree wobbled a little, but it was stable, so I didn't worry about it.

"What're you doing up here?" he asked, his eyes resting on me. I didn't give in to him, instead looking out over the forest, watching the sun set. Wilbur scoffed lightly at me, looking up at the stars.

"You know, I let you stay here, safe from Dream and the rest of the SMP, you could at least be thankful."

Seriously? Who does he think he is? I don't have to be here.

"You know, I doubt Dream will allow you to keep his land," I replied, sighing as the sun disappeared. "And seeing how your 'men' fight, you'll be dead in the blink of an eye."

I knew that I should have probably been nicer to him, seeing as I needed to gain their trust, but he really got on my nerves. I almost wished I hadn't hesitated when pulling out my knife on him. Almost.

"That's why we need you," Wilbur said calmly, turned to face me again. I briefly looked at him in the corner of my eye, but turned to watch the stars form. Wilbur chuckled a little to himself, shaking his head.

"I saw you with Tommy earlier," he explained softly. "We really do need you." The change in his tone was so . . . weird. I'd been so rude to him, and he was complimenting me? What was this? Was he trying to sweet talk me into helping him?

"Why should I help you? I don't have to be here. What's in it for me?"

"This is still my land," Wilbur stated confidently.

"Dream's land."

After a moment of silence between us, Wilbur started again.

"Why are you here?"

What?

"If you don't agree with me, why are you here with me?" Wilbur asked. I felt him turn again to face me, I felt his eyes on me. I just sat there, watching the sky getting darker by the second. What was I supposed to tell him? Oh yeah, by the way, I'm just here to spy on you and tell Dream all your plans.

"I . . . I don't have anywhere else to go," I said quietly.

"What about your family?"

My family? Do I even have a family? I can't even remember anything before Dream. Where was I from? Who am I?

"I don't really know," I answered truthfully, my long ears flopping down a little. I felt Wilbur touch the tip of my ear, making me jump. "What the fuck, man?"

"Sorry," he said quietly, sounding amused. "Where are you from? I've never seen someone like you before."

"I don't know, actually," I replied sadly. "I can't remember anything from before waking up in the SMP."

I wasn't going to mention the fact that I had woken up with Dream staring at me, and I wasn't going to talk about the fact that Dream and I had actually become very close. I also thought best not to mention Dream sent me here as a spy.

Wilbur sighed, knowing that he wasn't getting any information out of me. "I know you lived with Dream. I know that you're friends. So why are you really here?" he asked, grabbing my jaw and turning my head to face him. He looked serious, like he would kill me at moments notice. But he wouldn't. I knew he wouldn't, he was too soft to kill anyone.

"We were friends. Past tense," I growled, gripping Wilbur's wrist harshly. He didn't let go of my jaw though, and while it was beginning to hurt a bit, I kept eye contact with him, showing my strength.

"Oh yeah?" Wilbur asked slyly, grinning a little, leaning closer to me. "What happened?"

"He was a manipulative dick, so I left," I answered, my voice low. I hadn't blinked this whole time, nor had Wilbur. We glared at each other for seconds, though they felt like minutes. Just as Wilbur leaned closer again, he blinked and smiled sweetly.

"Be up by sunrise tomorrow to start training," I said quietly, letting go of my face and turning to climb back down the tree.

What a dickhead.

Hi, sorry it's short, I don't really know what to write-