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prison light

[req]

ranboo x reader

The soft humming of the lamp infront of you helps you calm down a bit, after all the events that have happened you couldn't have imagined it would get worse.

As you breathe in air to fill your lungs, you had found it smelled like the heat of the lamp, it was burning to the lungs. Even then, you couldn't let that bother you.
After all—

You have other things to worry about

It was unfair as to why they had placed you into this small room, that was designed specifically for you, after all you and that goddamned monster was in the same place.

Sam was aware of how questionable this was but he insisted that it was so he can look after you all easily.

It was foolish of him to do so, but you had no other choice.

At first, it was unclear what Dream wanted with you but then the more you had woken up to being in random places, or with a weapon in hand, or with blood on your hands.

You had realized under his grip you were just a mere puppet. You scoffed, tears stinging, biting at the corners of your eyes.

Dream was able to see what you were able to see, so there was no doubt—

His maniacal laugh echoes through your mind like a broken stereo, getting louder and louder until it snaps—

He indeed knows where you are.

"yes i do" it laughs

He knows that you're here with him in the prison

"Oh, yes i do." He repeats

he knows Sam put you there. He knows.

:)

Is this how your life is played before you? Being served to a psychopath on a silver platter

Everything starts spinning in your eyes, nothing makes sense, which one's are the grey's and the red's? The green's?

Is this what your fate will be? Forever hurting and being a threat to everyone?

“People in this smp are so easy to use, to play with, to— break” he whispers

You whip your head around reflexively.

“It sucks doesn't it? Staying in this prison?” he stays silent for a second before scoffing “yeah, I would know huh?”

He hums, the vibration of his voice rumbling loudly, making your head ache.

“You do know that when Technoblade finally get's here, he's going to get me out.

right?”

“you're coming with me. Besides. What are you going to do? Stare at a lamp all day?” he jokes, laughing in your brain, it echoes and it echoes again and again and it hurts.

It hurts, please make it stop—

“Y/n?” a soft voice interrupts you, contrasting Dream's voice slowly fading from your mind.

You gasp softly, tears starting to sting in your eyes as you tried to wiggle closer to him, but to no avail. He sends you a solemn smile, walking to your side, sitting there and letting your head rest on his shoulder.

You can feel his palm rubbing at your arm, comfortingly. “You okay?” he says, his voice barely above a whisper. You hesitate to nod, calculating slowly in your head before shaking your head as a 'no'

“I'm sorry, we'll get you out of here soon, I promise” he squeezes your arm softly with the same palm before going back to rubbing it. He shushes you as tears finally swell out of your eyes, antennas twitching softly.

You close your eyes to savor the moment, knowing when you wake up—

The torment repeats all over again.