𝖇𝖚𝖗𝖓 {Wilbur Soot x Reader}

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𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓮𝓷
𝖞/𝖓'𝖘 𝖕𝖔𝖛

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"Seriously!?"

They were making drugs.

"And you're letting Tommy help!? HE'S A KID!"

"Ok, listen, hear me out-"

"No, I'm not listening to you- seriously? You're- you're teaching children how to make fucking drugs?"

"I'm not a child!"

"SHUT UP, TOMMY!" Wilbur and I both shouted at the same time. We both turned and glared at each other. Tommy silently left the room, not closing the door behind him. Wilbur quickly slammed the door shut, not breaking eye contact with me.

"Listen," Wilbur growled, slowly coming closer and closer to me with each step. I backed up cautiously, glaring angrily into those ever darkening eyes. "I'm not the bad guy here."

Wilbur was getting closer by the second, becoming more threatening the more I moved away. I saw his jaw clench as he got ever nearer.

Bang.

My back hit the wall, causing some of the viles to shake and bubble. I had no where else left to go and Wilbur was still advancing on me. But as I looked around for somewhere to go, I felt a hand slam against my shoulder, pinning me to the wall. My heart was pounding in my throat as I looked away from the deranged man in front of me. I felt a hand grab my chin harshly and turn my face towards his, leaning down closer to me, smirk spread across his lips.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you, Y/N," he whispered. I could feel his warm breath on my face. I was looking into his dark eyes, which stared back into mine. I saw his eyes glance down briefly to my lips but ignored it. He's fucking delusional.

I stared into his dark eyes as they slowly rolled back up to meet mine.

"Better," he drawled, a lazy smirk on his face. His grip on my face loosened slightly, allowing me to move a little. I inched my face away from his as much as I could, but that only made his hand tighten around my jaw.

"I'm doing this to build our country; I'm protecting everyone here. I'm protecting you."

"I don't need your fucking protection," I sneered back at him, whipping my head out of his hand. This just angered him further as he now slammed his hand against my neck, again holding me up against the wall. I felt his fingertips digging into the skin of my neck.

I couldn't quite breathe. There was a burning sensation in my throat; it felt tight and dry. My eyes started to water as I held onto Wilbur's hand around my neck, trying to pry it away.

Wilbur dropped me, his hand falling from my throat but didn't move away from me. He rested his hand now on my shoulder as I coughed and cleared my throat. I rubbed my throat while I coughed, feeling the water in my eyes start to fall. Only one tear fell, but it wasn't from fear of dying, it was a newfound fear of him.

Who was this man? Why was Dream so worried about stopping him? Was it more than just his own power? Was Dream scared of Wilbur too? What had he done before all this to scare Dream?

Wilbur took a step back, looking almost scared of himself. What was he doing?

Wilbur turned and left the van, leaving me alone in a room full of drugs.

I needed to get out of here.

Sorry it's short but this is all for this chapter :/