Ace of Spades [DSMP x Reader] (COMPLETED)

Chapter 2

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At five o'clock sharp, when the sun was dipping low in the horizon, and the pink-blue shades of dusk painted the sky, you made your way to the lobby of the hotel. Almost immediately, you recognized the golden wings, the glint of rings, the blue beanie, standing in the lobby. There was someone else, too.

Brown hair with a white streak, a tattered coat, the chandelier light reflecting off of glasses.

Quackity caught sight of you, and motioned you over. "Y/n, may I introduce our guest, Wilbur Soot, former president of L'manberg?"

You froze, your eyes searching the man's face. You recognized the glasses, the pointed smile, the thin scar running over the bridge of his nose.

You'd lived in L'manberg for a short while. Not long enough to have seen him in person--you moved in after the first explosion, but you saw the portraits, and heard the stories.

"Greetings," you smiled, swallowing hard.

You needed to remain calm. Nevermind the fact that there was a former civil terrorist in the hotel lobby. It was just another guest, just another person. But hadn't he been dead?

"Pleasure to meet you! And what might your name be?" Wilbur asked, reaching out a hand to shake.

"Y/n," you replied curtly, shaking his hand.

It was cold to the touch, like the touch of a ghost. You withdrew your hand as quickly as you could, without making it noticeable.

Quackity glanced between the two of you, looking at you with a mixture of pity and amusement. Finally, making a decision, he nodded to Wilbur. "Y/n will show you around, and you can meet me back at the lobby at six."

Wilbur grinned. "Of course, of course. I'm excited to see your country!"

And with that, Quackity strode away, leaving you and Wilbur alone in the lobby.

You gripped your dagger, in your coat pocket tightly, the feel of encrusted gems digging into your skin stabilizing you. The dagger was more decorative than anything, but if anything happened, a weapon was a weapon.

"Alright, where would you like to go first?" you asked uncomfortably.

"I'll see anything, you show me!"

You glanced around the large windows surrounding the hotel lobby. The needle was always popular, but the casino was also just as impressive. Scratch that, you didn't want to be left alone with Wilbur--the casino had other people.

"We'll head to the casino first," you said, pushing on the revolving door of the hotel.

The dry wind outside hit you like a fan, and despite the heat, it was comforting to be out again. You didn't like indoor spaces all too much, as there was nowhere to run to, and it felt uncomfortably like a trap.

The night was silent, except for the hooting of a couple burrowing owls, as you lead Wilbur across the sandy path. What did you even say to a civil terrorist? Oh, how has been blowing up countries, is it a fun experience? You tried not to think about it, as you entered the casino.

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