SBI Reader Insert book 2

Pins and Needles

TW//BLOOD, GORE, TORTURE, SWEARING, UNALIVEMENT, NEEDLES

IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH ANY OF THESE PLEASE SKIP THIS CHAPTER!! THERE WILL BE A RECAP IN THR NEXT CHAPTER FOR THOSE WHO SKIPPED THIS ONE!!

Fundy's POV: 

    I woke in a dimly lit room, with my head throbbing. I tried to touch my forehead but realized they were tied down on the arms of a wooden chair and it seemed my legs were too. I quietly groan as I look around the room, I see a man sitting at a small table shirtless rubbing some sort of liquid on his side. I then noticed  burns creeping around his side shoulder.

    “Who are you, and where am I?” I tried to sound braver than I was but in truth I think I sounded terrified

Unknown POV:

    I heard the bumbling idiot stirring and asking his pointless questions as I finished rubbing in my potion for my burns. I turned my head slightly and reached for my mask and hoodie. I slip my hoodie on while standing up saying-”Names no longer matter.” I pull my mask over my blonde hair and onto my face continuing with, “And the question you should be asking is why you are here.” 

    “Okay, Why am I here...Dream.” 

Fundy's POV:

“Okay, Why am I here...Dream.” I said glaring daggers.

“To die, why else? you're useless in any other way.” he said turning around, I could feel the smirk radiating through the mask.

I continued to glare but as he started to get closer I tried to jump a little so then I could try to break the chair.

“No use doing that, it's bolted to the floor, and besides you wouldn't get very far in that plan.”

     

  “You're supposed to be dead, how in the server are you even here?!” 

  “Long story short, I had a back up fire resistance potion and I swam to shore when I made sure y/n was dead and I was out of sight of that stupid robed boar” he spoke with venom in his voice.

I noticed that part of the mask was missing and saw the burns on his jaw.

        “You know your jaw looks like a cheese pizza right?” when I said that he rolled up his sleeve

  

  "Hehe, fuck you." He said as he made a fist and punched me square in the face. 

I let out a groan as my vision blurred. When it started to clear up after a few seconds I could see blood dripping into my lap, I tightly blink to further clear my vision and a flame of pain in my nose ignited, "AAAaa wow that hurts." I could feel my warm blood trickle over my lips as I lifted my head to see that Dream was sitting in front of me and next to him a medley cart with syringes and what looks to be little meddle rods. 

     "Wakey Wakey sleeping beauty" he said, maskless, and smiling like a Cheshire cat. 

Dream's POV:

    “You know your jaw looks like a cheese pizza right?”, after he said that I rolled up my sleeve and chuckled a bit,”Hehe, fuck you.” I said as I punched the jackass rendering him unconscious, he should have known better to insult a god.

 Either way this gave me time to prepare. I went up out of the basement and grabbed myself a little snack and started some tea. I placed the kettle of water on the furnace and as I waited for the water to boil I grabbed another cookie. Once the water is hot enough I throw a couple of tea leaves in and pour myself a cup.