Apocalyptic Love [Dreamwastaken X FemaleReader]

16

More than a week had passed. You couldn't sleep and were dehydrated. You felt all hope start to become lost.
    You felt drowsy as you sat on the floor, leaning on the wall behind you. You held Lola tightly in your arms. The two boys in front of you were already asleep, seemingly always like that or close. You felt yourself fall into slumber, not able to hold your
eyelids open a second longer.
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   You woke up to the sound of yelling and fighting. You looked to see Tubbo and Tommy being escorted out of the room, or what was a attempt of that happening. The two young teens were trying to pull and get away from the kidnappers(the group that took you all here). Lola began to shift in your arms, waking from the sudden noises.       Before you could stand or do anything a large man with a bat came into the room and to you. He grabbed her from your arms, holding her arm with one hand and the bat with the other. You tried to get to him but before you could he held the bat near your head. ?: "Try taking her from me and I hit you." You could already see a few blood splatters across the end so you knew he wasn't joking. You took a small step back, not wanting to anger the tall 6'5 man. Lola reached out to you, tears rolling down her face. You could tell he was holding her too tightly. Y/n: "Please- Be gentle with her." Your voice was so close to cracking.
      The man only laughed in return, shifting the bat in his hands. You took a step towards him and he let go of her; only to hit you in the shoulder with the bat, a groan erupting from your throat in return. As you got back onto your feet and balanced another part of their group, a female, was already blocking you from the door. You looked past her to see the last glimpse of Lola being pulled down the hall, away from you.
    You screamed out for her; "I'm sorry Lola! I'll help you! I promise!" The woman only scoffed and shoved you backwards. She walked out of the room and locked the door. You banged on the wood with all your might, yelling out curses. You shouted until your throat was sore. You saw no way to get out of the room, no window, nothing.
    You tried ramming the door twice, with no luck. You went around the room, searching for anything to break the door. You went into the closet, finding a rusted mini-bar(mini crowbar). You held it in your palm, shifting on your feet.
    You began bashing the door handle with the bar. Once you saw the handle was loose you dropped the mini-bar and wriggled the handle. You kicked it with your boot, it finally falling off. You opened the door, expecting to see some of the group nearby. As you left you went down the hall to voices.
      They were coming from a large room, once you looked inside you saw several people sitting. You saw Tubbo, Tommy, Lola and a few other young people standing together. They all looked scared, though you could tell they were trying to stay strong. The head man stepped forward, the one with a mask that took you here.
   He spoke loudly, announcing a sickening speech to the ones sitting. ?: "For some supplies I will offer you all these little treasures. They are only the best, young and vulnerable. The auction will begin now." The crowd cheered, making a sick feeling start to form in your stomach.
  I am not trying to sexualize Tommy and Tubbo in any way I just saw something like this in a zombie movie and thought it was cool. Please don't target me!
   You watched as a shorter girl brought Tubbo forward, near the head man. Tommy: "Let him go you fuckers!! Let him go damnit!!" You could hear the strain and pain in the blonde's voice. The head man only chuckled in response, returning to what seems like an auction. ?: "20 cans of food! Who takes it!?" A woman with a black coat raised her hand. ?: "Ok, 20! Do I hear 35?!" You felt a hand touch your shoulder and turned. You landed a punch on the person, anger coarsing through your veins.
   The person let out a groan and stood back up normally. You noted that it was a young man, probably in his late 20's. ?: "Calm down- I understand you want to help them." You hesitated in responding. You looked back to the room, hearing a string of numbers being called out. Y/n: "What do I need to do?" The man shifted, seemingly thinking. ?: "A disguise. You need to get in there." You watched him turn and head to a door. He took out some dark clothing, and a maroon mask. You pulled the long-sleeved one peice outfit over your clothes, placing the mask onto your face.