Pandemonium | Dream SMP

72. You know I hardly washed that thing, right?

The walk is quiet and filled with urgency, yet the strong grip of Dream's hand around mine fills me with nothing but ease. He frequently glances back, as if to check I'm still here, and squeezes my hand every time he does so. A reassurance to both himself and me. It fills me with warmth to know that he missed me so much. To know that he loves me despite my hesitance to be committed to him.

"So, Punz works for you?" I question after I feel the quiet has dragged on long enough and my curiosity has reached its maximum.

"Punz works for the highest bidder." He explains, stepping through a shallow stream. I follow him, unbothered by the water that soaks through my boots.

"For how long?"

"Since the festival. I wanted him to keep an eye on you," he hesitates and then adds, "and George."

"I sometimes forget that George is a close friend of yours." I hum, thinking of the brown-haired male. "How has Sapnap been?"

Dream shrugs, "dunno. Haven't really seen him much lately. He's got a new friend called Karl that he's been spending all his time with. If you ask me I think he has a crush."

"Well, I certainly hope he romances better than he fights. Or he won't be going anywhere with Karl."

Dream laughs and pulls me against him, almost tripping me. "Not everyone can be as good at fighting as you, y'know? Cut Sap some slack. You've already left him traumatised after breaking into his house."

"He left the door unlocked," I mutter, leaning into his side. "I will happily take credit for beating someone's ass, but I will not be accused of breaking and entering. I have some morales, believe it or not."

"Sure you do." He muses, stopping to catch my chin in a hand. I already know the drill and tilt my head back, lifting his mask with the tips of my fingers as our lips connect for a brief kiss.

"I have a question." He hums, keeping me close.

"Yes?"

"Why is it you've never once asked to see my face?"

I pause, surprised. That was not a question I was expecting. But I can understand his curiosity. As a lover isn't it normal to want to see the face of the person you've entered a relationship with? Even if it is only a physical one.

"Because-"

I'm cut off by a snap of the undergrowth.

I spin around, almost making myself dizzy as I reach down to draw the knife from my shoe. But I stop mid-draw when I see a head of thick brown curls, and a tired pair of eyes.

"Wilbur?" I murmur, unable to mask my shock.

"Oh, it's you." He hums, his expression unbudging as he looks me up and down. But once his gaze flicks over to Dream he scowls.

"I brought a guest, Wilbur." Dream grins, stretching his arms out.

"Take her back." Is the man's immediate response as he turns away.

Dream fixes his mask and slides an arm over my shoulders, "aw, don't be like that. Are you still salty about the little festival incident? You know I deceived you for a reason, right?"

"Dream, where are we?" I interrupt before Wilbur can retort.

"You're in Pogtopia." Wilbur frowns, brushing a hand through his curls. "Or more specifically, above it. I'm surprised you followed Dream without knowing."

I take a step back, alarm rising up inside me.

"What? Dream! I can't be here! If Schlatt found out-"